Rocked Down & Out by Bayard Clara

Author:Bayard, Clara [Bayard, Clara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Rising Books
Published: 2016-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Six

For the first hour on the road Matthew and I just chatted about silly things, favorite movies and foods, funny memories; normal getting to know each other stuff. It was strange. I knew so much about him from researching the band, but stupid little things, like the fact that he didn't know how to ride a bike, felt really important. He told me funny tour bus stories and that as much as he liked the convenience and shorter trips on the private plane that would be taking us to some of the cities on the tour, nothing took the place of hours bumping down dark interstates.

I sat there, listening to him and something occurred to me that I had to find out. "You know, you actually talk a lot."

He laughed, shoving his hair out of his eyes. "Thanks?"

"Damn. I didn't mean it like that. I just… well, you know. You're the quiet one. In interviews you only respond if asked something directly. Becca told me she wasn't sure what your voice even sounded like for weeks. But when we're alone, you have plenty to say."

He shrugged and sat back. "I've always been that way, I guess. Most of the time when people talk they're not really saying anything. Besides, I'm surrounded by loudmouths. It's easier to let them do their thing. I jump in when I feel like it."

"Being with me makes you feel like talking?"

"Sometimes. But being with you always makes me want to get to know you better and I can't do that without talking." He brushed a hand over my cheek. "Well, some ways of getting to know you don't require words."

I giggled and blushed like a total fucking dork. Matthew brought out the strangest things in me. A combination of shyness and boldness that made my head spin. I liked it.

"Sorry," he said teasingly. "I know you were trying to have a serious conversation, but I couldn't help it."

"I don't mind. I like all of the ways we communicate."

"So do I. And, to be serious for a second, there's another reason I talk more when I'm around you."

"What?"

He smiled. "You listen. Actually listen. Most people don't. At least, not to me."

"If they don't, they're stupid."

"Maybe."

I lifted my legs onto his lap and snuggled closer. "Definitely." I gazed deep into his eyes.

"And there's that," he said.

"There's what?"

"The way you look at me. The way you see me. I like that."

I arched an eyebrow. "I would think the opposite. That you'd like not being seen. Don't you get tired of having the whole world looking at you all the time?"

He shook his head. "I spend most of my time standing in a spotlight, but no one actually sees me. I'm just there. The leftover one whose name they forget."

"You're not."

"Not to you."

I smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Never. And if the rest of the world could see what I do, you'd be mobbed all the time."

"I doubt that." He frowned. "Don't get me wrong. I appreciate everything I have.

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