really came!"
I'm swept off my feet and spun around as he hugs me tightly. His chest muffles the sound of my surprised squeals when he squeezes me like we haven't seen each other in years instead of just days.
"Of course I came," I say once I'm back on my feet. "I'm sorry it took so long."
"Never apologize to me," Miles says, his face growing serious.
I swallow and nod because as much as I want to apologize for failing in my best friend duties, I don't want to ruin tonight. We can surely fall back into the easy friendship we have.
"Come, meet the band."
He pulls me by the hand through the crowd. It's not packed but there are still a lot of people. It's mostly a younger crowd, probably students from the nearby college.
"Guys, this is London. London, this is Braxton, our drummer."
Braxton smiles warmly at me. He's a huge guy. He looks like he belongs on a football field rather than a stage. His chest is as wide as two of me put together, and his large hands make the drumsticks look tiny in them. He looks ready to smash anyone that gets in his way, but I feel like he's just a big softie inside. I instantly like him.
"This is Trent, our bass player, and Jax on the keyboard and backup vocals."
I look over at the two guys who are obviously checking me out. They both look like they are players with blond hair perfectly styled and bright blue eyes. They are too pretty to be my type. Trent winks at me and I don't miss the middle finger Miles gives him.
"Hey," I say with a wave. "Nice to finally meet you guys."
"And this is Leslie, Braxton's girl."
I turn to the beautiful blonde who suddenly appears beside us. She's wearing a short floral sundress and strappy sandals. She's a mixture of punk and hippie with the purple and blue streaks running through the loose braid that falls over one shoulder. Bright blue eyes with long lashes take up most of her face.
Leslie eyes me suspiciously for a second. I shift on my feet, uneasy with her judging. What is she looking for? I'm not the talkative and social one. Usually Brooklyn makes the friends for us.
"Hey, I'm London," I say just to break the weird silence.
Leslie must find something in me she must like, because her pursed lips break into a smile.
"Finally, another set of boobs I can talk to," she shouts and pulls me into a side hug. "I swear I'm stuck with these boys so much, I am gonna start burping loudly and scratching my private parts in public."
"That's a wonderful image, Les," Miles says as the guys laugh.
I laugh and the pressure on my chest lifts. I've been avoiding this night for so long, it's good to finally get it over with and it's not so bad. Leslie bounces up on the stage to give Braxton a quick kiss on the lips. She looks so tiny wrapped in the giant's arms, but they look perfect together to me.
"I wish I'd have brought my camera," I tell Miles.
Looking around the bar, I see so many things I wish I could freeze and make permanent. A couple kissing on stage. The bartender leaning over and flirting with a customer. A pair of girls watching a guy as he talks to his friends. They’re simple interactions and moments that go unnoticed to everyone else but me.
"Next time," he says in my ear. "I go on soon. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
"Nowhere."
Miles leans in and my heart starts to race when I think he's going to kiss me. Right here. In front of a ton of strangers. Then the awkward moment after will be the real show tonight.
His lips land on my cheek, lingering for a long moment. It's both simple and chaste, but heats my skin anyway. This light contact from Miles is just as meaningful as if he pulled me in for a heated make out session.
"Be right back, babe."
I watch as he climbs up on stage and grabs his guitar. He looks at home up there under the green and blue spotlights. All this time, I thought he was out of place in Florida, but that's because I never saw him at home. Some of the guilt for making him move
I'm swept off my feet and spun around as he hugs me tightly. His chest muffles the sound of my surprised squeals when he squeezes me like we haven't seen each other in years instead of just days.
"Of course I came," I say once I'm back on my feet. "I'm sorry it took so long."
"Never apologize to me," Miles says, his face growing serious.
I swallow and nod because as much as I want to apologize for failing in my best friend duties, I don't want to ruin tonight. We can surely fall back into the easy friendship we have.
"Come, meet the band."
He pulls me by the hand through the crowd. It's not packed but there are still a lot of people. It's mostly a younger crowd, probably students from the nearby college.
"Guys, this is London. London, this is Braxton, our drummer."
Braxton smiles warmly at me. He's a huge guy. He looks like he belongs on a football field rather than a stage. His chest is as wide as two of me put together, and his large hands make the drumsticks look tiny in them. He looks ready to smash anyone that gets in his way, but I feel like he's just a big softie inside. I instantly like him.
"This is Trent, our bass player, and Jax on the keyboard and backup vocals."
I look over at the two guys who are obviously checking me out. They both look like they are players with blond hair perfectly styled and bright blue eyes. They are too pretty to be my type. Trent winks at me and I don't miss the middle finger Miles gives him.
"Hey," I say with a wave. "Nice to finally meet you guys."
"And this is Leslie, Braxton's girl."
I turn to the beautiful blonde who suddenly appears beside us. She's wearing a short floral sundress and strappy sandals. She's a mixture of punk and hippie with the purple and blue streaks running through the loose braid that falls over one shoulder. Bright blue eyes with long lashes take up most of her face.
Leslie eyes me suspiciously for a second. I shift on my feet, uneasy with her judging. What is she looking for? I'm not the talkative and social one. Usually Brooklyn makes the friends for us.
"Hey, I'm London," I say just to break the weird silence.
Leslie must find something in me she must like, because her pursed lips break into a smile.
"Finally, another set of boobs I can talk to," she shouts and pulls me into a side hug. "I swear I'm stuck with these boys so much, I am gonna start burping loudly and scratching my private parts in public."
"That's a wonderful image, Les," Miles says as the guys laugh.
I laugh and the pressure on my chest lifts. I've been avoiding this night for so long, it's good to finally get it over with and it's not so bad. Leslie bounces up on the stage to give Braxton a quick kiss on the lips. She looks so tiny wrapped in the giant's arms, but they look perfect together to me.
"I wish I'd have brought my camera," I tell Miles.
Looking around the bar, I see so many things I wish I could freeze and make permanent. A couple kissing on stage. The bartender leaning over and flirting with a customer. A pair of girls watching a guy as he talks to his friends. They’re simple interactions and moments that go unnoticed to everyone else but me.
"Next time," he says in my ear. "I go on soon. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
"Nowhere."
Miles leans in and my heart starts to race when I think he's going to kiss me. Right here. In front of a ton of strangers. Then the awkward moment after will be the real show tonight.
His lips land on my cheek, lingering for a long moment. It's both simple and chaste, but heats my skin anyway. This light contact from Miles is just as meaningful as if he pulled me in for a heated make out session.
"Be right back, babe."
I watch as he climbs up on stage and grabs his guitar. He looks at home up there under the green and blue spotlights. All this time, I thought he was out of place in Florida, but that's because I never saw him at home. Some of the guilt for making him move
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