"The All-American Rejects!" Ellen exclaims the second we're off the bus. They shake her hand then she gets to me. "You must be Jamey," She says shaking my hand too.
I smile and nod. "Yes… how did you know?"
"Well you and Tyson are in magazines everywhere!" She exclaims.
I step out of the way as the crew unloads stuff from the bus. "Really? What are they saying?" Ty asks.
"Hey Marty! Bring me that magazine!" She calls. A second later a buff guy walks over, glares at Nick, hands her the magazine, and walks away still glaring at Nick.
Nick gets a concerned look on his face and opens his mouth, shuts it, opens it again, then shuts it again and shakes his head. I take the magazine from Ellen and flip to the page where it has the article about Ty and I. He takes the magazine from me and reads then a second later laughs. "What? What is it?" I ask.
"This is a load of shit. They said we slept together on a park bench in New York. We haven't even been to New York yet. And who would have sex on a park bench, it's in public," He says, not censoring what he says at all.
Ellen looks at him and smiles. "Let's get inside and I'll show you to your dressing rooms."
We follow her through a corridor of rooms and she shows each of them to their dressing rooms. I follow Ty into his room and Ellen winks and shuts the door. "She thinks we're gonna do something," I say.
He smiles,"Ha! As if we'd get it on in an Ellen dressing room!" He swings his head around at me, "Unless you want to get it on in an Ellen dressing room?" He raises his eyebrows up and down.
"Well seeing the fact anyone could walk in at any time, and you have to be on in a little under an hour, I don't think that's a good idea…" I trail off, not completely sure if he's serious or not.
"Good point," He sighs. He sits down and pats the seat next to him. I sit and lean into him. "You know, I think I might be in love with this girl that I've known for a really long time," He whispers.
"Really? Who?" I ask, looking up at him and smiling.
He looks at me and leans his forehead against mine, "You."