I wish I could’ve been there to see their faces.” Star and I move forward in line at the Starbucks in the airport. My eyelids droop a bit. I sniff, catching a whiff of espresso beans, and that alone perks me up a little. I’m in need of a coffee fix, bad. Just thinking this causes a smile to break out on my face. It reminds me of Ryker and his red lipstick addiction. I plan to coat my lips in it before heading to his apartment the minute we get back to Seattle. I’ve missed him so much this past week. I feel like I can hardly go another minute. “Well, it wasn’t exactly pretty,” I respond, remembering how angry both of them were. Camille was the only one who seemed happy about it, but I think that’s just because the more mad my parents are at me, the more pleased they are with her. She’ll probably get a whole new wardrobe out of this. “They were so upset when I told them that I’d fallen in love with a struggling musician and that I had no intention of hanging out with Nolan.
