Page 74 of Falling With a Spin

“Where did you say we are going again?” I ask Taylor as we sit in the back of the Uber.

I went with a leather skirt that stops mid-thigh, knee-high boots, and a thick cream-colored sweater, but not thick enough to where I will be sweating my ass off. My hair is in loose curls, with the top half pulled back into a small bun, and loose strands of hair to frame my face. Taylor insisted on doing my makeup and went with a smokey eye that brings out the speckles of green in my eyes. I fought her every step away, especially when she pulled out the dark maroon lipstick, saying, “It’ll bring the whole look together.” she’s right. When I looked in the mirror, I did a double take, and a smile came to my face.

Taylor has on tight black jeans and a band t-shirt with very little makeup. It’s simple and not like her at all, it’s as if we completely switched personalities.

“Oh, just this bar in town. I know the bouncer who working, so we can get right in plus, there’s this band that's playing that I’ve been wanting to see.” She vaguely answers.

“Oh, did I tell you I met up with Caleb, and he told me that he’s seeing someone?” I turn back to her as she goes rigid, giving me a side glance.

“Uh, no, you didn’t.” Her voice slightly cracks, and I squint my eyes at her. “Who would want to be going out with him? He is such a loser.” She gives off a weird laugh.

“He didn’t tell me who. But, he says I would really like her.” I keep my gaze on her once her body relaxes more.

“That’s good.” She turns away from me to look out the window.

That's weird. Normally Taylor has more snarky remarks for anything that revolves around Caleb.

A few minutes later, we pull up next to a building with a line wrapping around it. With it being New Year's Eve, everyone is hoping to get inside somewhere warm and cheer to the New Year.

We walk up to the bouncer and the music vibrates through me, the need to dance coursing through my body. Needing to get inside, let loose and let my body move with the music like it does in the studio.

“Hey Richie, how are you doing?” Taylor says when we approach the security guard. He has to be the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. Richie is wearing a tight fit black shirt that tightens around his arms that are crossed in front of him.

How in the world is he not freezing? It’s the middle of winter, and currently snowing. I’m currently shivering my ass off.

“Oh look, it's my favorite blondie. I’ve been good. Do you want in?” His eyes roam over her body, a creepy smile on his face.

“Yes, that would be fantastic.” Taylor gives her signature smile that makes men drop to their knees.“I also brought my best friend with me, too.” She reaches for my arm, pulling me next to her. Her grip tightens, and I can feel her fingers tremble. Most likely from the cold.

A small frown appears on his face, but he quickly replaces it with that smile again and nods his head, unhooking the rope that was blocking off the entrance. A few girls yell and groan at us as we enter.

When we walk in, the entire bar is decked out in streamers, balloons, and banners saying Happy New Year. There is a clock behind the stage showing 9:30 pm, two and a half till the new year. People crowd around the bar, waiting on drinks as two bartenders work, one making the drinks and another one taking orders. Taylor squeezes us through, waving down the guy taking orders. I’m not sure what she tells the guy, but a few seconds later, a drink is in my hand. I’m a little hesitant about taking it since the last time I had a drink at a party, but the reassuring smile on Taylor's face washes away all my worries.

We walk away from the bar, making our way to the front just as the band is getting ready to come on stage. A dark-haired figure peaks out from what I assume is a hallway, and I have to do a double take. For a second, I thought it was Hunter, but it couldn’t be. Right?

“Hey, who did you say we are seeing again?” I give her a questioning look.

“Oh, um,” She stutters, glancing around the place. “Look, the band is coming on.” She points to the stage, and I turn. My heart drops to my stomach as Hunter walks onto the stage. Justin, Garrett, Cole, and Matt are right behind him.

Each one of them, besides Hunter, looks right at me and then at Taylor. Cole gives her a thumbs-up, and she rolls her eyes. Did she plan this?

Hunter's voice comes through the speakers before I can ask her. “Happy fucking New Year's Eve everyone.” The crowd goes wild.

A guitar is slung around him, and his hands wrap around the mic. I don’t notice the crowd that gathers around us, my eyes never leaving his.

As his eyes roam the crowd, my heart stops when his baby blues lock onto mine. I swear I hear his breathing hitch through the speakers. He quickly shakes it off and moves his gaze from mine.

“That's what I like to hear, Boston.” He smiles at the crowd, one that doesn’t reach his eyes or shows the dimples that only seem to come out when I’m around. “We have a new song to show you. It will be the first time we’ve played it in front of a crowd, so go easy on us.” He shakes his head, laughing.

“Or don’t,” Justin's voice rings through the speaker, causing a roar of laughter.

I tear my gaze from him, looking at Taylor, who gives me an apologetic smile. She and the guys definitely planned this.

“You both have been so sad lately. This is the first time Hunter has even picked up a guitar and the first time you have been somewhere besides the studio. It’s time for you two to grow up and talk to each other.” She wraps her arms around my shoulder, bringing me to her side.

“I wrote this song a while back about a certain girl that means the absolute world to me. One I hope not to lose even if it might be too late.” His eyes lock on mine for a split second that if anyone else noticed they wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but not us. I suck in a sharp breath, hands start shaking. “It’s called Falling With You.”

He mentioned this to me when we first went to the diner when I spilled the shake everywhere. I so badly wanted to know more about it but when he said he would show it to me later, I had forgotten about it. I never expected the song to be about me or us.

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