Spoon part 4

"Tour starts tomorrow, guys," Luther said with a wide grin, "Are you dudes ready for some serious steakage?" 'Steakage' refers to the band's every-two-hour stops at steakhouses. Our first visit to a steakhouse was the idea of Kevin, and it was all downhill from there. That's one good thing about being in a band full of hot guys who don't know that you're a girl: you can eat extremely greasy, messy, all-around nasty-looking baby-back ribs, and even get seconds, and not feel embarrassed at all. "And ice creamage," Kevin added, shooting a grin at me. I laughed, "You got that right." The band was named after the one thing I keep with me at all times- 'Spoon'. Ice cream is my one and only, my prime obsession, right underneath music on my list of Greatest Things On Earth, and our stops at Ice Cream Parlors and Frozen Yogurt shops are almost as often during tour as our steakhouse stops. Joel glanced at me, "Are you bringing your girlfriend again?" I laughed at the "please don't" tone of his voice and said, "Sorry, no. I know you'll miss her." He breathed a small sigh of relief, and Luther, who, unlike Joel, got along very well with Jeanette, furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Why not?" I shrugged, "She's got school, you know. I think she's coming on the next one, though. She just wanted time at home." Luther pouted, "Bummer. We liked having her along." Joel rolled his eyes, "Speak for yourself." I laughed and punched him in the arm, and he put his hands up, "All respect for you, man, but she gets on my nerves. Too hyper for my taste." I laughed. Jeanette was hyper, but she was also one of the sweetest people alive-and one of the six who knew who I really was. When I had finally succumbed to the fact that the whole male-superstar thing was a done deal, no backing out, she jumped in and volunteered to be my fake girlfriend. She said it would be good for me to have a girlfriend from the, quote unquote, "outside world", because it would make me seem more relatable, not too stuck up. And, it might help keep girls off my back a little bit, knowing that I was taken, had been for a while, and would be for a long time. That part didn't really work too well, but I agreed to it anyway because it meant being allowed to be seen in public with my best friend-in my Jackson costume. Katherine, too, was in on the secret and allowed to be seen with me. Until now, she had just been the sort of third wheel, the girlfriend's best friend who, through connection, had also become one of Jackson's best friends-but now, with the rumor going around that I was cheating on Jeanette, we might actually have to put out her story, of her being my second-cousin, or whatever. "Is Katherine coming with us?" Kevin asked. No, Kevin does not have a thing for Katherine. Quite the opposite, actually. A rivalry. Every time they're together, you can practically feel the tension in the room. "No," I said, and Joel and Luther breathed sighs of relief just as Kevin put on a satisfied smirk. I rolled my eyes, "Loose the grin, Kevin, you didn't scare her off. She's got school, too, believe it or not." Kevin rolled his eyes, "Excuses, excuses." I rolled my eyes just as Jeanette's car came to an abrupt stop on the road. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," I said as I pulled open her passenger door. They waved and I got into the car. "Hello, boyfriend," Jeanette said with a grin, just to bug me. She frowned, "I'll miss you when you go on tour. Who will I paint my nails with?" I rolled my eyes, "Jeanette. You don't paint your nails with me now. I can't have pink nails when I perform." Jeanette tilted her head, "Oh. Right. Yea, well, I'll miss seeing you stuff yourself with ice cream all the time. I laughed and took of my wig, shrugging out of my jacket and putting my hair down, around my shoulders, just in time to pass the paparazzi van waiting for me without having Jackson spotted.

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