Page 10 of Love on Tour
“What do you think he meant?”
“I don’t know. It never happens to me,” Christine said.
“It did last night, and you said no,” Julianna said.
“I don’t need a one-night stand or courtesy sex. I’m fine,” Christine said, thinking she might have lost her one chance to have sex this year.Damn it, she thought.I’m such a dork.
“When was the last time you got laid?” Julianna asked.
“What year is it?” Christine said with a smirk. “He did kiss me. And did I mention his tour manager is super cute?”
“He kissed you?” Julianna’s eyes went wide.
“He did, and his tour manager, Matt, asked if he could kiss me,” Christine said, wiggling in her chair.
“Yeah, yeah. Tour manager, whatever. Tell me about Austin,” Julianna said.
“I’d rather talk about Matt. He is so handsome, and kind, and he’s—”
“Matt? What about Austin?”
“Oh, Austin. Yeah, he’s gorgeous and funny and has really soft lips.”
“Then why are you talking about Matt?”
Christine felt a huge grin cover her face. “’Cause Matt could be the one for me. And I haven’t said that since . . . never.”
“You just met him,” Julianna said, giving Christine the are-you-crazy look.
“You know how they say you sometimes just know?” Christine said.
Julianna looked like she was going to say something else, but then the server came by. They ordered lunch, Julianna getting Phoebe a Caesar salad and then a Greek salad for herself. Christine ordered the soup and sandwich.
“Please don’t mention Matt to Phoebe. Or anyone else. Or mention the kiss. Oh, this is all so weird for me,” Christine said. “I feel like I’m in high school or something.”
“I won’t say a word.”
Phoebe rushed in, panting, but not a hair out of place.
“Christine, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I knew they’d close the doors if I was late. It says so on the ticket,” Christine said.
“What? No, not for that. For what his fans are saying about you on socials. It’s just horrible,” Phoebe said. She knew the cyber world better than anyone.
“What are you talking about?” Christine asked.
“You haven’t seen?” Phoebe asked.
“Seen what?” Christine asked, looking from one friend to the other. Julianna wouldn’t look her in the eyes.
“Don’t you follow Austin Garrett on Twitter?” Phoebe asked.
“I prefer Instagram.”
Christine grabbed her phone, went to Twitter, typed inAustin Garrett, and nearly cried. One message read,OMG! Who was the girl with AG? You can do better, Austin! Call me.Another one read,Um, what’s with the average looking date AG had? He should be with a model!Another tried to be kind:I heard he was taking his sister, so don’t be so mean.This was rebutted by,That’s not his sister. I googled it. His sister is way hotter than his date was.
And on and on it went. Comment after comment. Every so often, just to break things up, someone would say something nice like,She looked like she has a great personality. She grinned a lot.But some were also scary:Someone needs to remove her from him, NOW.
