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“We’ll play all your songs, bestie,” Saint says as he props his guitar on the floor. “Just keep writing them for us.”
Another tear slips over my lashes.
I’ve never had this. They’re not just my friends. They’re my family, and they love me enough to chase dreams with me.
I smile. “Really?”
“Promise,” Cole answers. He wraps his pinkie finger around mine, and tugs until our foreheads are pressed together. “We’re a team, Rixie. You, me, and the guys. We’re in this together.”
“Together,” I echo, my heart bursting with how full it is.
Carter groans.
I snap my head back and look at him.
He spears me with a glare when Saint starts belting the chorus ofWe’re All In This Together.
“You are never. Ever. Picking movie night films again,” Carter states, though his voice is barely audible over Saint's screeching. “Ever!”
“You loved it. Plus, you already promised we’d do the Camp Rock’s this week.” I laugh and wrap my arms around Cole’s neck. Peering over his shoulder at Carter, I give him a cheeky grin. “I’ll even braid your hair, too.”
Chapter sixteen
Cole • Now
I’m Not Okay (I Promise) – My Chemical Romance
Thedoorbellrings,astring snaps, and a sharp lick of pain shoots up my callused finger.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the nickel-stained skin reddening.
I shake my hand out, prop my 1954 Les Paul against the couch, and get up.
Saint dithers in the sound booth, a blunt hanging from his lips, his Fender Stratocaster straddling his lap.
Axel tinkers with the soundboard, twisting dials and bobbing his head to the music filtering through the speakers.
Carter’s nowhere to be seen as he’s dropping the twins off with his dad.
Not because they can’t be in the studio with us. If it’s Carter’s time, they’re usually draped over our shoulders or curled up in our laps when we’re down here working.
But introducing the girls to someone who might not stick around? He’s not down for that.
I get it.
Hendrix was such an integral part of our lives. When she left there was a gaping hole we couldn’t fill.
Nobody wants to go through that again.
Axel tugs a headphone from one ear, fingers stilling on the EQ as he cranes his neck. “You gonna get that?”
“Yep.” I rock back on my heels. He hikes a brow at my lack of movement. I roll my lips and nod. “Any second now.”
Still, I don’t move.
I tug my sleeves down. Shove them up to my elbows. Then tug them down again.
The bell rings again.
