The Ginger Prince & Princess Leia

I was distracted through sound check and our tour manager noticed pulling me to the side when it was over.
“Are you alright darling?” His British accent rang out as he looked down at me.
“Of course John, why wouldn’t I be?” I stared up at our tour manager. John was a family friend and had been around since before I could remember, he was by far the nicest human being on the planet and went above and beyond his duties as our tour manager becoming more like an uncle as our career progressed.
“You seem like you’re not really focused today, you’re sort of off in neverland.” The creases by his eyes deepened as he smiled and I shook my head.
“Well, there’s this boy.”
“Ahh, say no more. The Alan boy I presume?” My mouth dropped open and I looked up at him bewildered. “I know more than you think.” I shook my head and looked down blushing. “You really like him don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Unable to explain any more than that I bit into my lip and gave a small smile. He nodded and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear before pressing an affectionate kiss to my forehead.
“It’s okay love, it’s nice seeing you happy for a change , you deserve it darling.”
Ian called for me making my head whip to the side. He was standing with Tino and Aaron near the edge of the stage. Making my way over I looked for a flash of ginger hair but was disappointed as Tino tucked me under his arm.
“He’s not here. Doing some quick writing with Aus, but you’ve got me and Aaron so you should be happy.” I faked a smile and stuck my tongue out at him.
We wandered off, our show not starting until 6 and headed towards the catering tent. Aaron was a talker and kept me distracted with his numerous stories about previous warped tours. Since it was our first year ‘Dancing on Tables’ wasn’t anywhere near Mainstage.
My phone buzzed as we sat at one of the tables to eat. Ian was beside me reading my texts over my shoulder.
Alan: We go on at 7, so our date at 8? Hehe that rhymed.
Kayla: Sounds like a plan man. That did too. :)
“Awww.” Ian was leaning in giving me a face as he read the text over my shoulder. “it’s so cute.” Rolling my eyes I tucked my phone into my pocket and stood up.
“I’m going to go for a walk. I’ll meet you guys at the bus.” Ian nodded and gave me a little frown, brushing him off I headed towards where our bus was parked. Halfway there I heard my name called and turned to see a group of teenage girls approaching me.
“Oh gosh, I can’t believe I’m meeting you.” One of them said as she held out a picture. “Could you sign this for me. You don’t know how much it would mean.”
“Of course, what’s your name darling.” She told me her name and I signed the picture for her. “Do you want to take a picture?” Her smile said it all and I posed with her as her friend snapped a picture.
“We’ll let you go, but we can’t wait to see your set later.” They thanked me again and headed off in a different direction. Sighing happily I watched them leave fawning over the picture on her phone, this is what I sang for.
Just before I reached my bus I saw Alan, he was standing outside of his bus, doing what looked like an interview, I gave him a small wave and smiled. He completely ignored me turning away from the interviewer. I brought my eyebrows together and shook my head brushing it off.
I wandered onto my bus and quickly gathered everything I would need to take a shower, one thing I told John after our first tour was that I wasn’t going if there wasn’t a shower on the bus. He was smart enough to comply and I was super grateful.
When I was finished showering I threw on my outfit for the show and sat down on one of the couches pulling out my phone.
Alan: I’m so sorry, I wasn’t ignoring you I just didn’t want everyone to know.
Alan: please don’t hate me.
Alan: I’m sorry. :(
Guitar Boy: For fucks sake answer the poor kid
Drum Wench: What did he do that he’s telling me not to kill him?
Letting out a loud laugh I shook my head.
Kayla: You’re fine, I was in the shower. Breathe.
I ignored my brother and Ian knowing that as soon as Alan got my text he would text them. A few minutes passed with no reply and I decided to scroll through twitter. Everyone seemed stoked about our set and I was getting impatient waiting. There was a loud knock at the door and I jumped before getting up to answer it.
“Oh thank god.” My lungs were crushed into a hug and I blinked a few times to orient myself. Alan’s worried face was in front of me. “I was so afraid I’d lost my chance with you.”
“You think you had a chance.” His face fell and I reached out to grab his shoulder. “I’m kidding Alan, breathe.”
Standing in the doorway he rocked back and forth awkwardly. I moved to the side letting him pass by me and followed him into the front lounge.
“Why are you so quiet?” He shook his head and leaned over to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I could get used to this.”
“The quiet or the kisses?” He mumbled not breaking contact, the smile evident in his voice.
“The quiet.” Pulling away he pretended to be hurt. “aww, I’m sorry.” He rolled his eyes pulling me in for another kiss. “Gosh Ashby, getting pretty handsy there aren’t we?”
He pulled away immediately and apologized. “I just like kissing you, a lot.” His infamous blush was starting around his collarbones again and I couldn’t help but running my fingers over the skin there.
“I love how you do that.” My voice was quiet as I admired him. His head cocked to one side a confused expression plastered on his face. “That little blush that starts here,” I moved my fingers up his neck and across his jawbone as his blush deepened. “and ends right about here. “ My thumb ran across his cheek before I leaned in kissing both of them softly. “I don’t know why you blush so much around me.”
“Because I’m worried I’m going to mess this up.” He whispered as his hands interlocked on the small of my back, leaning in he pressed his forehead to mine. “And I just like you so fucking much.”
I was about to tell him I was completely infatuated with him when my phone rang loudly. Pulling it out of my pocket I unlocked and answered it without looking at it.
“WHERE ARE YOU?” Pulling the phone away from my ear I scrunched up my face.
“I’m on the bus.”
“Call was five minutes ago.” I looked down at the phone to see 5:05. “Shit, I’m on my way, sorry Cammie.” Our bassist Cameron groaned and hung up.
“You’ve got to go.” Frowning he reluctantly let go of all but my hand.
“Three hours.” I whispered kissing him once more. “Oh and Alan.” He looked up at me expectantly. “I just like you so fucking much too.”

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