Page 30 of More To Us

"How'd you know about that?" The light turns and I go through the intersection.

"I read it online."

I smile at her. "You looked me up on the Internet?"

"I had to. I had to make sure I wasn't going out with some psycho killer."

I laugh. "I don't think psycho killers are in bands. Kind of makes them easy for the cops to find. I think they usually hide out in dark, musty basements."

"Well, you could've had some other deep, dark secret."

"If it was a deep, dark secret, it wouldn't be on the Internet."

She reaches over and kiddingly hits my shoulder. "Okay, smart-ass. Enough making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you. I just wanted to know why you were looking me up online."

"I wanted to know more about you. That's all. Everyone looks people up online."

"I didn't look you up. I couldn't, because you wouldn't give me your last name."

She gets quiet and looks out the side window.

"So are going to tell me?" I ask.

"Tell you what?"

"Your last name?"

"No."

We're at the restaurant and I pull into a spot and turn the truck off. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want you looking me up online."

"Why? Are YOU the psycho killer?" I chuckle. "And I let you in my truck? Shit, can I at least have dinner before you kill me?"

She laughs as she turns back to me. "I'm not a psycho killer. I just like to remain a mystery." She opens the door and hops out of the truck.

"A mystery, huh?" I ask, meeting up with her at the door to the restaurant. "I like mysteries."

She eyes me, a slight smile on her face as she walks past me through the door. We're flirting, and yet we're not. I don't know what we're doing. If she just wants to be friends, then I guess that's all we'll be but I'd like to be more than that. I haven't felt this strongly for a girl in a long time.

We get to the table and as soon as we sit down, some girl runs up to me. Shit. Why now? Why tonight? I'm not going to get anywhere with Kira if other girls keep coming up to me.

"Austin!" The girl leans down to me, ignoring Kira. "I love your music. Would you sign me?" She shoves a pen in my face.

I glance at Kira, who looks surprised and a little annoyed.

"I usually just sign at concerts."

"Please," she begs.

"Go ahead," Kira says. Now she's smiling at me, like she's daring me to do it.

I take the pen from the girl. "Where do you want me to sign?"

She shoves her tank top down so I can see her lacy pink bra. "Right here." She points to her cleavage.

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