mantra when Drew put his hand on mine. “You have the most incredible laugh.” He grinned at me wickedly.
I smirked at him and pushed my sunglasses further up my nose. When I looked back to Nick to give him a warm smile, his head was turned out the side window and I saw the pensive look that marred his entire demeanor.
Damn, he looked so hot today in his baby blue Phish shirt and ripped jeans. His dark hair was spiky and he wore a Rangers hat on the loop of his jeans. Did he have a tattoo on his upper arm? My lord, could the man be any hotter? I quickly looked away when Drew moved his hand back from mine. This was already more awkward than I ever imagined.
EIGHT
Drew and I were animated the whole trip down to Mansfield. We talked about his job at the same firm as Nick. He snorted at some of Phish’s irreverent and random lyrics. Occasionally, I would try to bring Nick into the conversation but both he and Caroline were monosyllabic. I hated stifled conversation when I was trying so hard to have fun. The person might as well just tell me to fuck off. But screw them both, Drew and I were having fun and nothing was going to ruin this one and only night out.
I watched Drew’s amused and amazing facial expressions as we entered the rows and rows of Shakedown Street. People in silly hats, juggling balls and bowling pins. Women in long flowing skirts, dancing to Phish songs over a loud speaker. People pulling on pipes and laughing. Sellers walking up and down the rows with anything from handmade jewelry to wood prints. The buzz was addicting. I could see it in Nick’s face, too. He was coming alive. I directed Drew to an open space four rows back from the food and make shift stands and jumped out of the car with my hands lifted up into the air.
“Welcome to the land of love and music,” I exclaimed. “Can you feel that energy? It’s wonderful!”
Nick quickly exited the car. “Lizzie, can you help me out with the cooler?” I nodded enthusiastically. I slyly watched Caroline shimmy up to Drew but he practically ignored her. His eyes were fixed on Nick and me. I diverted my gaze and we chuckled about how to open the trunk of the car. Nick’s hand grazed the back of my hair and whispered, “Damn girl, you go phishing like there is no tomorrow.”
I tensed and felt a bolt of heat radiate through our touch. He smelled so damn good, too. I didn’t think I would ever get the scent of him out of my head. I turned and smiled brightly, instantly thankful for the change in his mood. I gave him a playful nudge and we pulled out the cooler, chairs, and a blanket.
When Nick popped up the cooler and offered me a Samuel Adams, I wrinkled my nose. I looked back in the cooler and saw a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and quickly snatched it up. So drinking was on my agenda for the evening. I was at a Phish concert, after all. I wasn’t driving and love was in the buzz of Shakedown Street. So have fun, Lizzie. You haven’t thought of Teagan until...well, until now. Shit.
I popped open the lemonade and went back to Drew. I put out my hand, palm facing up, and gave him a sweet look. “Ticket, please?” I asked.
“Huh? Now?” he asked. “The concert doesn’t start for two hours.”
Caroline made her way back to Nick and took a beer from the cooler. They started talking to each other but it didn’t look like they were romantically interested. How odd. I looked back at Drew. He was still staring at me with a dumb look on his face.
“Well, this is the first rule of Phish concerts. There are thousands of people here in this field. I promise that if you are looking for me I am dressed or look like half the girls out here. If we get separated, we can be certain we will eventually meet up at the seats,” I assured him. I had done this before. I once looked for my friends for over three hours at a Phish show, almost missing the whole first set. I was pissed. Finally, I bought a ticket off a guy who was clearly too messed
I smirked at him and pushed my sunglasses further up my nose. When I looked back to Nick to give him a warm smile, his head was turned out the side window and I saw the pensive look that marred his entire demeanor.
Damn, he looked so hot today in his baby blue Phish shirt and ripped jeans. His dark hair was spiky and he wore a Rangers hat on the loop of his jeans. Did he have a tattoo on his upper arm? My lord, could the man be any hotter? I quickly looked away when Drew moved his hand back from mine. This was already more awkward than I ever imagined.
EIGHT
Drew and I were animated the whole trip down to Mansfield. We talked about his job at the same firm as Nick. He snorted at some of Phish’s irreverent and random lyrics. Occasionally, I would try to bring Nick into the conversation but both he and Caroline were monosyllabic. I hated stifled conversation when I was trying so hard to have fun. The person might as well just tell me to fuck off. But screw them both, Drew and I were having fun and nothing was going to ruin this one and only night out.
I watched Drew’s amused and amazing facial expressions as we entered the rows and rows of Shakedown Street. People in silly hats, juggling balls and bowling pins. Women in long flowing skirts, dancing to Phish songs over a loud speaker. People pulling on pipes and laughing. Sellers walking up and down the rows with anything from handmade jewelry to wood prints. The buzz was addicting. I could see it in Nick’s face, too. He was coming alive. I directed Drew to an open space four rows back from the food and make shift stands and jumped out of the car with my hands lifted up into the air.
“Welcome to the land of love and music,” I exclaimed. “Can you feel that energy? It’s wonderful!”
Nick quickly exited the car. “Lizzie, can you help me out with the cooler?” I nodded enthusiastically. I slyly watched Caroline shimmy up to Drew but he practically ignored her. His eyes were fixed on Nick and me. I diverted my gaze and we chuckled about how to open the trunk of the car. Nick’s hand grazed the back of my hair and whispered, “Damn girl, you go phishing like there is no tomorrow.”
I tensed and felt a bolt of heat radiate through our touch. He smelled so damn good, too. I didn’t think I would ever get the scent of him out of my head. I turned and smiled brightly, instantly thankful for the change in his mood. I gave him a playful nudge and we pulled out the cooler, chairs, and a blanket.
When Nick popped up the cooler and offered me a Samuel Adams, I wrinkled my nose. I looked back in the cooler and saw a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and quickly snatched it up. So drinking was on my agenda for the evening. I was at a Phish concert, after all. I wasn’t driving and love was in the buzz of Shakedown Street. So have fun, Lizzie. You haven’t thought of Teagan until...well, until now. Shit.
I popped open the lemonade and went back to Drew. I put out my hand, palm facing up, and gave him a sweet look. “Ticket, please?” I asked.
“Huh? Now?” he asked. “The concert doesn’t start for two hours.”
Caroline made her way back to Nick and took a beer from the cooler. They started talking to each other but it didn’t look like they were romantically interested. How odd. I looked back at Drew. He was still staring at me with a dumb look on his face.
“Well, this is the first rule of Phish concerts. There are thousands of people here in this field. I promise that if you are looking for me I am dressed or look like half the girls out here. If we get separated, we can be certain we will eventually meet up at the seats,” I assured him. I had done this before. I once looked for my friends for over three hours at a Phish show, almost missing the whole first set. I was pissed. Finally, I bought a ticket off a guy who was clearly too messed
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