Page 42 of Rock Out Together
“Yeah, and they want to use Cora’s pictures.”
My grin stretches. Yeah, they do. When she sent over the final images, we were all blown away. The simplicity of them was perfect. We were all stripped bare, the images were raw and honest, she captured each of us perfectly.
It convinced Marissa about the album cover.
My phone beeps in my pocket and I pull it out.
Perry laughs at the look on my face. “She still giving you a hard time?”
“It’s not a hard time, it’s a good time.” I wink.
Cora texted me the day after the shoot, like I knew she would. We’ve been bantering back and forth ever since.
In my last text this morning, I asked her to go on a date. She left me on read all day, so I’m excited to open the text.
Cora: You’ve got mail
“What’s that mean?” Perry asks.
“Are you reading my messages over my shoulder?” I shove him.
“You tell me everything anyway.” He laughs. “What does she mean?”
The door behind us opens and one of the front staff comes in. He’s holding a package. “Ronan?”
“Yeah.” I stare at him, then the package, then Perry, then back to the guy.
“Package for you.”
He hands it over, and I waste no time opening it. There is a stack of polaroids inside which I shield from Perry. He lifts a brow but gets up so he can’t see what’s on the polaroids. He says something to Gray and they both laugh at me.
I give them a middle finger half-heartedly. Perry is right, I tell them everything. Within reason.
Undoing the elastic from around the polaroids I flick through them, my smile grows wider with each one. When I get to the one at the end, I hold it up and stare at it. Damn, she’s beautiful. Even if the photo is only of half her face and bare shoulder.
The light highlights the plumpness of her red painted lips, smiling as if she has a secret.
“Sam.” I get up and walk to our sound engineer. “I’m gonna need your help when these guys get out of here.”
“More music for your cassette?” he guesses.
I flick through the polaroids again. Each of the ten pictures has the name of a song and band on it and asentence about why she loves it. She’s handwritten them and taken a photo of each one.
It could be construed as her wanting to get the mixtape made much faster than I planned, but she put some serious thought into each track. If I was the kind of person to swoon… My laugh surprises the others, but I ignore their jabs.
Taking out my phone I snap a picture of me with the polaroids and send it back. Along with my address.
This time, she replies straight away.
Cora: What time?
cora
. . .
“Tellme I’m not out of my mind.”
“Are you kidding? Ronan Christian just invited you to his house.”
