Backstage by Mandy Bee (guided reading books TXT) 📕

one night. When I picked out five and went to pay for them Justin gave me a weird look.

“One for each of the band members.” I stated to him and hand the woman at the table a $20 bill and told her to keep the change. Justin gave me an evil look for buying the gifts but oh well.

Later, as we are walking back to the cabin he asks me “What if I don’t want to wear that thing during a concert?”

“I’m not asking you to wear it for every show, just the next one. I’m sure the other guys won’t fight me on it. I bet even Peter will wear it.” I smirk at him.

“I guess you think we will just do anything you say then?” He asked while opening the door of the cabin for me.

“No, not really. But if I have to beg I will. I know Chris will do it for me, and probably the others. Why don’t you want to wear it?”

“The truth?” He looks at me, I nod and cross my arms “I don’t like it.” He bites his lip in that really sexy way.

“Okay, if you don’t want to wear it you don’t have too, but I’m still asking the others if they will.” I turn on my heels and walk into the bedroom.

I pack everything we bought today, including the necklaces in my bag. I don’t care if he likes them or not, I’ll find a way to make him wear it. I could walk on stage and put it on him so that he couldn’t turn me down without looking like a jerk to his fans. No, that would be wrong, I couldn’t do that, could I?

After dinner we try to find our show on TV, but they only have the Italian version. You see them talk then hear the words in Italian, its hard to watch. So we ended up going to bed early, well going to the bedroom early that is.

When I open my eyes the next morning I know something is wrong. My chest is hurting and I’m freezing cold. There is something in my mouth, I swallow and taste the blood. I snuggle closer to Justin and pull the covers tighter around me. This just isn’t fair. I’m in a romantic cabin with my wonderful boyfriend and I wake up sick. I hope he doesn’t flip out or get mad at me. I’m going to have to call Chris, he may need to fly back early.

“Hey, you’re shaking. What’s wrong?” Justin asks while pulling me closer to him. I look up at him and I guess he could tell I didn’t feel good because he laid the back of his hand on my forehead. “Flower you are burning up. Is it your chest? Are you getting another cold?” He sat up and pulled me onto his lap.

“Yeah, I woke up a few minutes ago. My chest hurts and I’m freezing. I woke up with blood in my mouth, and my throat is sore too.” I’m just starting to feel my throat. I’m not going to lie to him about this, I wouldn’t be able to anyways. I know Chris will tell him everything even if I don’t want him too.

Justin reaches for his phone and hit’s a speed dial button. “Hey, hope I didn’t wake you but Flower woke up sick.” Guess he is calling Chris for me. “She said her chest and throat hurts, and her head is burning up to the touch but she said she is freezing. Plus she said she woke up with blood in her mouth.” I can’t hear what Chris is saying, I pull away from Justin and lay back down. He starts rubbing my back. “Okay, just text me where everything is and I’ll get it off the bus.” I could have told him where my meds were. “I will I promise, just don’t rush I’ll take care of her. See you soon.”

“Is he flying back?” I ask turning over to face him after he hung up with Chris.

“Yeah, sweetie he is. I need to go get your meds off the bus, will you be okay for a few minutes?”

“I’ll be fine, but will you get my Duke hoodie for me? It should be on the couch in my room, oh and my box of tea from the cabinet?” He kisses my cheek then pulls the covers tighter around me.

I hear him come back about twenty minutes later. I decide to get up and get some food. I find my favorite sweat pants and t-shirt in my bag and change before heading for the kitchen. He is on the phone again but walks into the living room away from me when he sees me. I should be hurt by this but right now I don’t care. I found my box of tea on the countertop so I start fixing me a cup. I search the cabinets for some oatmeal but couldn’t find any, guess I’ll just fix some eggs.

I had just plated my omelet when he walked back into the kitchen. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” He yells at me.

“I think it is called eating.” I answer him while sitting down at the table.

“You know what I mean. You are sick you don’t need to be cooking!” He is still yelling at me and it’s starting to piss me off.

“Whatever, we didn’t have any oatmeal so I fixed an omelet. It’s not a big deal. Who were you talking too?” I need to change the subject, I’m upset enough about being sick, he really doesn’t want to make me madder then I already am.

“It was Chris again. They lucked out and got an early flight, they should be here around three this afternoon.” He still sounds mad but he better not push it.

“Scot and Dave didn’t need to come back today. They should have stayed and visited with Dave’s family.” I’m not going to lie I’m