Page 15 of I Just Want to be Yours

The first time on tour, I don’t remember it being this uncomfortable. I mean, I’m not sure how it could be different now. It’s still the same piece of plywood on top of our stuff, and we’re all still lying in sleeping bags on top of it.

Turning my head, I look at the two guys next to me. Marty and Dave are both passed out, and I don’t know how they adjust so quickly. Last night, I fell asleep in Margot’s bed with her arms wrapped around me, and now I’m sleeping on a wooden platform in a sleeping bag next to two guys.

Reaching under my pillow for my phone, I dim the screen as much as I can and tap on Margot’s name.

Jackson:

Awake?

The three dots appear right away, and I check the time. It’s after one in the morning. She should be asleep.

Margot:

Yeah. What’s up?

Jackson:

Why are you awake?

She starts typing again, but this time, she stops, and the dots reappear before her message finally comes in.

Margot:

Can’t sleep.

I frown. Part of me wants to dig, but I have a feeling I know why she can’t. So instead, I just type one word.

Jackson:

Same.

Margot:

Because you miss me?

I smile at that.

Jackson:

Margot, I’m sleeping in a van with three other guys. Of course, I miss you.

Margot:

I was looking at dates.

I expect her to say more, but when she doesn’t, I send another text.

Jackson:

To visit?

Margot:

Yeah.

Hope swells in my chest. Rolling over, I hold my phone in both hands, giving it my full attention.

Jackson:

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