Chapter 3



Isaac
I scanned the terminal several times and after a few minutes I found them. There was Eva, with her jet-black straight hair and blue green eyes. She had on ripped jeans, hot pink wrist bands, a Ramone’s t-shirt which was probably Zac’s but she wore a white collared shirt underneath it, and green converse.

She and Zac are a perfect match, although I’m not sure they realize it yet. Neither of them has said I love you, but Zac is definitely in love. Beside her stood Christina Remini our Publicist.

She was tall at least 6’0 with heels and her legs went on for days and days. She was thin, but shapely, with at least a C cup. She had waist long dark brown wavy hair, and brown doe eyes to match. She wore a gray skirt and jacket suit, with a silk cami underneath and black high heels.

I waved them over and gave Eva a hug. I turned to Christina and thought she might have felt awkward, but much to my surprise she hugged me too. I savored that hug and the scent of perfume. It was almost like a citrus smell. “How was your flight?” I asked the girls.

“Exhausting,” Christina said.

“Yeah I’m pretty tired too,” Eva added.

“Well let’s get you back then. I’m sure Zac and Jem can’t wait to see you guys,” I said.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen Jem. I can’t wait,” Christina said. I stared at Christina lustfully and from the driver seat.


Christina

I could feel Isaac’s eyes on me and I was starting to get really uncomfortable. “Do you mind if I put on some music?” I asked as I turned the knob to the left.

“No. Go ahead,” Isaac said.

I flicked through a couple of stations until I found something I like. It was ‘Never Say Goodbye,’ by Bon Jovi. It was one of Pat and I’s favorite back in high school. “Good choice,” Isaac said to me.

I looked at my phone and turned it back on. There were no messages and no missed calls. Why hasn’t Pat called me? I couldn’t stop thinking about him the other night. It’s amazing how seeing him one time for only a few moments brought back such a rush of emotions. I can still smell his cologne.

I closed my eyes and pictured him for a moment. I think back sometimes on how crazy about each other we were and I ask myself was it really possible to be that young and love each other that much. I should have taken his number down or something. “Oh Isaac this is the exit,” Eva said from the backseat.

Isaac almost missed it. He was staring at me instead. He quickly put on his blinker and merged three lanes to the left. I took in a deep breath as he sped through the exit. At that moment, Isaac’s driving scared me so much; I could feel my fear of flying resurface. Although, I’ve never admitted it to anyone, flying scares me more than anything.

My phone rang breaking my train of thought and making my heart race. I looked at it and for the first time in my life I was sad that it was my husband. MY heart sank, because it wasn’t Pat. “Hello,” I said.

My husband was babbling on about some trip he was taking and such. I honestly didn’t care what he did. He is nice guy and he treats me, there is nothing I’m without, but I just don’t love him. I wanted a better life for myself and he could give it to me, so I married him. It is what it is.


Pat
I grabbed the other end of the speaker from Chardy and began carrying it through the doorway and then a young woman caught my eye. “Hold on Chardy,” I said as I put my end down on the ground.

“Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?” I asked her.

“Real smooth Pat,” he said to me.

“Yo shut up. I’m serious. I think I know her,” I said.

“I have a boyfriend,” she said to me.

“I’m not trying to pick you up. You just have a familiar face. Did you grow up in Richmond?” I asked.

“Yes, I did,” she said.

She was eyeing me suspiciously now. I couldn’t figure out where I knew her. “No offense you look a little old to have grown up with me,” she said.

“I graduated in 1994,” I said.

“That’s when my sister graduated,” she said.

Then, it hit me. Little Gemma Montgomery. Her father married Chrissy’s mom and legally adopted her. He was a good man, not at all like Chrissy’s real dad. “Little Montgomery,” I said to her, much like I always used to call her.

“How do you know my name?” she said.

She looked nervous, like I was some sort of stalker. “It’s me Pat. I was only with your sister for five years,” I said.

She looked shocked. “Wow. You look different,” she said.

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a good thing or a bad thing,” I said.

“A good thing,” she said.

“I haven’t seen you since you were like seven. You’ve really grown into quite a beautiful woman,” I told her.

“Thanks Pat,” she said to me.


Jem
I’m such an idiot. Pat McGee. Where the hell did I get Pete McGuire from? “So how’s your sister doing?” he asked me.

“It’s funny that you ask me that, because she is on her way here today,” I said.

“What?” he asked. I could see the light in his eyes.

“Well she’s actually Hanson’s publicist. She should be here soon,” I said.

“And do you work for them as well?” he asked me.

“No. I’m just Taylor’s girlfriend,” I said.

“Oh I’m going to have a talk with him then, now that he’s dating one of my little sisters,” he said.

“Taylor is harmless,” I said.

I could feel my phone vibrating in my bag. “Excuse me for a minute. Hey what do you know its Chrissy,” I said.

I was about to answer it when Pat stopped me. “What is it?” I asked him.

“Do me a favor don’t tell her I’m here. I want to surprise her,” he said.

“Ok,” I said.

“Hello,” I said. Pat went back to what he was doing as I headed back over to the bus.


Pat
I can’t believe it. I’m going to see her again. I promising myself right now that if she’s alone, I tell her how I feel, but if she isn’t then I get my closure and forget about her forever. I just can’t take the pain anymore. I went into the building to talk to Brian.


Christina
Isaac pulled the car into the lot and I suddenly got a bad case of anxiety. I’d be sleeping n this bus with guys I barely know. What if they are male chauvinistic pigs? What if they say things to me? I took a deep breath and opened the car door. There was Jem, Taylor and Zac waiting for us. “Hi,” I said as I smiled at them.

I hugged Jem tightly. “You’ve grown up so much,” I told her.

I greeted Taylor and Zac and went off to catch up with Jem.


Zac
There stood my woman as beautiful as ever. “Zac what happened to your face?” she asked me.

“I got mugged yesterday,” I lied.

I couldn’t even begin to tell her of the troubles I was in with money. “Are you okay?” she asked me.

“Yeah I’m fine, now that I got my Ramone’s t-shirt back,” I joked with her.

“Hey you said I could have this,” she said.

“And you can, I’m just teasing,” I said.

“I’m going to take a nap ok. I’ll see you later,” she said following it with a kiss on the cheek.

Then, my goon friends from yesterday came up to me. “She’s pretty. You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to her now would you? Nine days,” they said to me.

“You leave her alone,” I said.

Eva might be the first girl I really love and if they hurt her they will pay. “Friends of yours,” Isaac said as he came up to me.

“Uh yeah,” I said nervously.

“Zac are you in some kind of trouble?” he asked me.

I thought about telling him, but that would involve Taylor knowing and having like seven panic attacks and then my dad would know and it would be a mess. “No, I’m fine,” I said.

I knew Isaac probably saw right through me. I headed inside to talk to Taylor and Christina.


Isaac
If I wanted to make a good impression with Christina then I will let her be with her sister and talk to her another time. Perfect time for me to find myself a little chickadee. I scanned the crowd of girls outside the arena and there was a girl with an Isaac shirt.

I remember her from 1997, she was on the Taylor bandwagon and after he got together with Jem, she switched teams. She’ll be the one. I’ll fuck her and then tomorrow when she finds me after the show I’ll act as if I have no idea who she is.


Christina
I talked to Jem for what seemed like hours and now I decided to check out where I’d be sleeping. I walked on the bus and I saw three men staring at me. It was a little uncomfortable. “Uh hi. I’m Christina. I’m Hanson’s publicist,” I said.

“Todd keyboards,” one man said extending his hand.

“Chris W., drums,” another said.

“I’m Chris R., guitar,” the third man said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said.

“Likewise,” they said.

“So who sings?” I asked.

“I do,” I heard a man’s voice behind me.

I turned around and there was Pat. I was shocked. “Hey, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“This is my band. We are the opening act,” he said.

He seemed very cold. “Oh, how many shows are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m here for the whole tour,” he said even more coldly.

I could tell he was angry and I had a pretty good idea of why. “I’ll be here the whole tour too. I’m Hanson’s publicist.”

“That’s nice,” he snapped.

“About the other night, I…”

“I waited an hour,” he said cutting me off.

“Pat, I..”

“I haven’t seen you in twelve years and all I get is FUCKING business card,” he said.

I felt guilty and mad at the same time. I really wanted to spend that time with Pat, but the rush of emotions I got when I saw him was just too much. He looked at me. I was at a loss for words. Then, he spoke again. “I see you got married. That is some rock Chrissy,” he said again sounding angry.

“Yes, I am. Actually, I go by Christina now.”


Pat
I could feel my heart strings twist and tighten inside me. I was about to explode. “Excuse me I’m sorry Christina. Congratulations,” I said.

The air around me was getting heavy. I had to get out of there. I turned around to leave and she spoke again. “Pat maybe later we can go for coffee and catch up,” she said.

I’ve really had it. “Well, here’s my card. Call me sometime and we’ll catch up,” I said as I hurried off of the bus.

I know it was harsh, but I was so hurt. Why did I believe that in twelve years she would never find someone? Part of me wanted to believe that after twelve years I was the only one for her as she has always been for me.

I really wanted to hit something. It must have been written all over my face because Brian stopped me suddenly. “Dude what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Now’s not the time, you’ll find out during our set,” I said. Oh I was definitely going to send her a message tonight.


Isaac
Her name was Brittany. She followed me to a secluded part of the building it was in front of Pat McGee’s tour bus. I stood behind a garbage can and she leaned in to kiss me. I put my hand up and stopped her. She looked at me surprised for a moment. “Get on your knees,” I said as I unzipped my pants and exposed myself to her.

I could see the pain in her eyes, much like the pain I used to feel outside the hotel, when I could hear the girls saying I was gross, or call me horse face. The best part though was that I knew she would blow me anyway.


Christina
I walked into the venue to here Pat’s set. They are really good. He spotted me from the corner of his eye and didn’t even crack a smile. This was going to be a long four months with him on the bus. The girls were screaming for him. That was always his dream. “Ok guys I want to take a break for a minute to tell you the story about this next song,” he said.

He looked away from me and into the crowd. “I dated this girl for five years when were young, and I loved her more than anything in this world, and I thought she felt the same. That’s what she always told me and one day she told me we had to break up. I thought that we had just had a fight and that everything would be better the next day. So the next morning I went over to her house and she was gone. She just left without saying goodbye. And then like three days ago, I bump into her after twelve years and she was late for some meeting, so I waited around for her for an hour and then afterwards, she tells me that she can’t have coffee with me, and she gives me a business card and tells me to call her sometime. Five years together and then twelve of not seeing each other and all I get is a business card,” he said.

I could hear the crowd booing. “And you guys want to hear the funniest part of the story?” Pat asked the audience.

They all cheered. “She is Hanson’s publicist, so she’ll be on the same bus with me for the next four months of this tour. The songs called “You and I” and it goes out to Chrissy, oh I’m sorry It’s Christina now,” he said.

His band mates all stared at him, but nevertheless. They started playing the song. I listened to the words of the song and it really stung me deeply. I had a sick feeling in my stomach thinking about the fact that there are more things that Pat doesn’t know that will only upset him more.

When the song ended I hurried onto the bus. About fifteen minutes later I was joined by Pat and I stood up quickly. “That was harsh Pat. How long are you going to punish me?” I said on the verge of tears.

“Why did you leave? You just picked up and left without any warning, without saying goodbye,” he said to me angrily.

“Pat we decided that breaking up was for the best,” I said fighting off my tears.

“No, you decided. I never had a say. I tried everything to get you to listen to me that night and you didn’t want any part of it. You just left,” he said.

“Pat, I… I really don’t have anything more to say to you,” he said as he stormed off the bus again.

When I knew he was far away I started to cry. I cried for everything, his harsh words, the song, I cried for the times I hurt him and the times in the future I have yet to hurt him. I cried because I didn’t love my husband and most of all because Pat hated me.



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