“You know too?” I shrieked.
“Of course I do. Do you actually think there’s a secret that I don’t know?” Vivian remarked flippantly. “Anyway, Cole knows Jordan won’t go back on the road, and Garrett seems ready to settle down with Riley. The band is already fracturing. Generation Rejects has run its course, it would seem. And all Cole has ever wanted to do, is be on stage.”
“How do you feel about that? Him possibly going back out on the road?” I asked her, taking the popcorn out of the microwave and dumping it in a bowl.
“My man belongs on a stage. And between you and me, I like knowing other women want him, but can’t have him. It’s a hell of a turn on,” Vivian giggled.
“I would never have guessed that,” I said blandly.
“Cole Brandt is a star. But that star belongs to me. He knows it, and that’s all I really care about.”
I could hear a voice in the background. “Hey, G, Cole just got here. I’d better go. We won’t be coming back there tonight. We want to spend the night here. So I’ll see you tomorrow once the roads are clear. Bye, babe. Call me if you need me,” Vivian chirped into the phone.
“Okay, tell Cole I said hey.”
“I will. And I’ll let you know, once I talk to Cole, how things went with their phone call,” she promised.
“Sounds good. I definitely want to know,” I told her.
“All right. Later, girlie.” She hung up and I dropped my phone onto the table. I grabbed my bowl of popcorn and headed into the living room.
I turned on the TV, excited when an old episode of The Fresh Prince came on.
“In west Philadelphia, born and raised…” I started to sing.
I could hear Mitch in my mind singing along with me.
Mitch.
Why hadn’t he called or messaged me. I wondered if he had found the note and was simply ignoring me.
More importantly, I wondered how the dissolution of his band would affect him. I worried about how he was feeling. And really, I just wanted to talk to him.
But I had left the ball in his court.
There would be no pathetic phone calls from this chick.
Nope. If he wanted to talk to me, he knew where I was.
Yep.
That sounded good.
So I pulled my knees up to my chest and watched television. I laughed when Alfonso Ribeirio did the Carleton. I ate my popcorn and I tried to not think about how much I wanted Mitch beside me.
But when I fell asleep, it was with his name on my lips.
Because, for once, there was no doubt. Not anymore.
I knew what I wanted. I just hoped, for once, I got it.
Earlier that day
I woke up for the first time in a long time feeling like things were going to be okay.
Which was fucking crazy considering the phone call with Pirate was later today. That meant the official end of Generation Rejects in its current incarnation.
I was sad for the band to be over, but at the same time I was ready for whatever came next. Even though I didn’t know exactly what that was.
I got up at seven. I hadn’t been up that early since I was a kid and hadn’t ye discovered how awesome sleeping in was.
I showered and dressed, checking my phone for messages. Garrett had left me one a few hours ago saying that his flight came in around seven-thirty.
I thought about calling Gracie. There was so much I wanted to say to her.
We had a lot to sort out and it was way past due.
After leaving Jordan’s last night I had driven to Sophie’s house. She had met me outside, per usual.
“You ready to go?” she asked, heading towards my passenger side door.
“Uh, can we go inside for a minute?” I asked her, cutting off the Jeep’s engine.
Sophie looked surprised. “Why?” she asked.
“Because I need to talk to you, and it’s cold as a witch’s tit out here,” I had said testily. What was her big deal about letting me inside? It was weird.