Page 50 of Rock Out Together
Despite Christopher being a prick that never shut up about it.
Maybe Dru was right, I’d started to believe. And when no one but me questioned the legitimacy of me being a part of the inner circle, Ronan gloated he told me so. Right before he thoroughly proved that point to me up against the counter in the kitchen of my new apartment.
Which I still haven’t cooked a meal in.
Of course, Emma was smug when I finally admitted my feelings. She and Ronan get on like a house on fire. The same can’t be said for me and his family. Well, not his parents,they’re great. And Brandon isn’t that bad either, when Franny isn’t around.
That is a work in progress. I mean, I couldn’t give two shits what she thinks of me but for the sake of Ronan and his peace, I set aside my grudge. Although it doesn’t stop me wearing something purple when we do meet up.
Petty, sure. Passive aggressive, definitely. Okay so maybe I didn’t set aside the grudge, but I can be subtle. The purple isn’t always obvious.
“Do you have pictures of the other band members tonight?”
I glance at Marissa and a slow grin creeps over my face. She rolls her eyes, pops a bubble with her gum, and watches the rest of the set.
When Caden slows things down, talking to the crowd, he causes a frenzy when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. I roll my eyes and look at Ronan.
He lifts his shirt, and his brow. I take a step forward but stop myself. He laughs, but he holds my eyes.
Maybe I’m possessive too. And I’m perfectly fine with that. When Ronan drops his shirt, I nod at him, making him grin. I’m not sure how I ended up here, dating one of the hottest, most famous guys on the planet.
A thought pops into my head, and I search around for a pen and paper. I scrawl out the title of another song and give it to a roadie, asking him to pass it to Ronan. I watch as he hands it over. Ronan lifts the paper, and I lift the camera. He holds it up with a wide smile and blows me a kiss as I take the shot.
We need one more song for the mixtape.
I look at the picture in the viewfinder, staring at the man who stole my heart, and everything feels right. Perfect.
This is the song choice to end the mixtape with. It says everything. And if the way he is looking at me is anything to go by, Ronan agrees.
‘I’m Yours’, by Jason Mraz.
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ocean melody
A Bold Melodies Short Story
Heather E. Andrews
blurb
When bookworm Emily Lane is dragged by her best friend Zara to the heavy metal RageTide festival in Panama City for spring break, she expects to feel out of place among the mosh pits and screaming guitars. But a wardrobe malfunction during an accidental crowd-surfing incident lands her in the arms of Jake Steele, the charismatic lead singer of Steele Horizons.
