(SIX: MASON)
"I’m Mason Musso. I saw you last night at the show." I smiled at her. "If I’m not mistaken, you’re the one who was in front row with the yellow ‘Metro Station’ shirt on? And your eyes look very familiar."
"That was me." she blushed. "I’m Gracie Knight." I extended my hand for her to shake it. Gracie shook it and blushed. I looked into her eyes. I restrained myself from pulling her in and kissing her, no matter how much I wanted to. Our eyes were locked and we didn’t want to look away from each other.
"Would you want to hang out today?" I asked breaking the sweet silence between us.
"Yeah. I’ll have to call my roommate and tell her." She was blushing like crazy. I thought it was cute.
"Roommate?"
"My best friend. We finished college and then I moved in with her."
"I didn’t go to college. I was busy with my music career." I smiled. "I’ll have to kick out my best friend too." I laughed. "We’re sharing a motel room so yeah."
"Where’s he gonna go?"
"I’ll make him find someplace." I laughed. I took Gracie’s hand and we walked to the motel.
(SEVEN: GRACIE)
I was freaking out inside. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know if we’ll just break out into a make-out session or he would try to sleep with me. Which I really wouldn’t have a problem with because I haven’t slept with anyone since I was seventeen. I’m nineteen now. It’s sad I know.
Mason led me back to the motel. I tried not to hyperventilate as he had my hand. Why are you acting like a fool? I asked myself. He’s famous…so what? I took a deep breath to try to calm myself. I looked over to Mason. He was concentrating on something that looked important. Maybe he’s thinking, "What should I do with her?" I hope he is anyway. I really don’t want to sit and do nothing. I want to do something.
When we were there, Mason opened the door, revealing a guy on the bed farthest from the door. A hot guy I should add. He was leaning against the headboard flipping through channels on the TV.
"Hey Mase. Who’s this?" the really hot guy asked.
"This is her." Mason smiled.
"The girl from the concert? Mason what the hell did you do?! Stalk her?! Rape her?!" he was freaking out.
"Sam, relax. We bumped into each other accidentally." Mason smiled at me. "Her name is Gracie."
"Gracie what?"
"Gracie Knight." I said.
"Well Gracie, Mason told me that when he first saw you, he thought you were beautiful. He hasn’t shut up about it." Sam smirked. Mason turned bright red.
"I hate you sometimes Sam." He said. I giggled.
"Love you too." He smirked.
"Now out." Mason said, letting go of my hand, opening the door.
"Yeah, uh, no. I want to hang out with Gracie."
"Samuel get out." Sam started to walk out he asked Mason in an attempted whisper,
"You’ve got protection right? If you don’t, you know where it is."
"Out." Mason shoved him out and turned crimson red. I slightly giggled.
(EIGHT: MASON)
I was going to kill Sam. He is such an *censored*. But the good thing is that I’m alone with Gracie.
"I’m sorry about that." I said and blushed from what Sam asked me. "We’re not going to do anything like that Gracie." But you sure as hell want to, I told myself.
"Oh, its fine. He was cute." She smiled. "But you’re, oh my gosh, there’s no words for you." I smiled and shut the door.
"I hope to God Trace doesn’t come knocking." I said with a laugh. "He has the room next door."
"It’s not like we’re going to do anything bad, as you said." Gracie sat on my bed and picked up my iPod Touch. "This yours?" she asked me.
"Uh, yeah."
"You were listening to AC/DC last? Nice." She was looking through what I had. Then she started playing with my apps.
"Gracie, you’ll run the battery down." I said with a laugh. "What are you even doing?"
"Playing ‘Where’s Waldo’. Duh."
"I suddenly regret buying that." She smiled at me. I sat next to her and tried to take my Touch away. She leaned back and I leaned over, basically on top of her. She moved to lean against the headboard. Her arm was raised. I was on top of her trying to get my Touch. Gracie and I locked eyes. Her arm slowly lowered. Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath. Don’t kiss her. Don’t kiss her. Don’t kiss her. Don’t kiss her, I kept saying to myself. You hardly know the girl. Do. Not. Kiss. Her. Gracie and I started to lean in, but something stopped her.
"I have to call my roommate." She said and got up and walked out the door. I was relieved, but I still died a little. I was relieved because then if I kissed her, I wouldn’t be that attached to her. I died a little because I really want to kiss her. I want her to be mine. I want her to come on the road with us. I don’t want to leave Jersey without her. Its like high school all over again.