when I say Brendan won’t make you happy.”
“And Tommy will?” Holly asked, arching her brow.
“I don’t know.” Standing up, Tanya shrugged her shoulders. “But I do know you should keep your mind open to the possibility. Come with me to watch the San Diego concert. At least see if your animal instincts are turned on .” She smirked at her play on words. “If anything, I can guarantee you it will be fun.” With that, Tanya slipped out of Holly’s bedroom, no doubt to reacquaint herself with Mitch.
Holly closed the door and sat back down on the bed. Now she had a whole lot more to think about.
Chapter 8
There had to be somewhere Holly could unpack her clothing. She peered at the walls, wondering if maybe dresser drawers were attached to it or some other crazy technology, but after a quick skim of her room, she found that no, such a thing was not yet attributed to this bus. For some reason, something inside suggested that she give underneath her bed a try, and as she bent forward, she was surprised to find three transparent plastic boxes with green tops. So this was where her clothing and any other belongings she had would be kept.
It took Holly a long hour to unpack. Tanya hadn’t packed all that much, and if Holly knew Tanya, which she did, it was probably due to the fact that Tanya figured they would be buying things along the way. A small smile touched Holly’s lips as she folded a random white T-shirt because she knew that Tanya was right. Now that Holly thought about it, she really hadn’t been anywhere outside of Southern California and just realized what an amazing opportunity this was. Maybe she would join her best friend at the concert tonight. She had always been partial to classic rock, and figured if The Futurists were anything like other bands from the eighties, then she would have no problem finding Tommy’s music agreeable. The whole animalistic thing, however, was a different situation entirely.
A knock on the door caused Holly to glance up from the book she was currently reading. Quickly setting it down on her bed, she stood up and opened the door. Drew was there, a warm smile on his face, and those golden eyes of his still laughing. “Hi,” he greeted. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I just thought that maybe you’d want something to eat. When I was at NYU, after any final I took, I treated myself to an astonishing amount of food to get my energy back up.”
“You were at NYU?” Holly asked, arching a brow. A blush tainted her cheeks when she realized how presumptuous that sounded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Oh trust me,” Drew said, giving her an assuring smile, “you are definitely not the first to underestimate me. I actually prefer it.”
“Why?” Holly asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she regarded him with a perplexed gaze.
“Because I can always prove them wrong,” he explained, “and I always do.” He grinned and clapped his hands together. “So! Would you like some food? I assure you that I am an excellent cook.”
Before Holly could answer for herself, her stomach let out the loudest growl it possibly could. Holly’s already red cheeks darkened even more and Drew chuckled. “I guess I would,” she told him. “Thank you for your offer.” She shut her door before following the man across the room and over to a small pocket of the bus that was probably the kitchen.
A small, bench-like table took up the majority of the ‘dining room,’ and Tommy, Mitch, and Tanya were already there, eating what looked to be mini pizzas. Holly took a seat across from Tommy and next to Tanya, who was currently giggling at something Tommy had said about Mitch. Holly offered the three a polite smile, but had no idea what had transpired before she had taken a seat.
“How are you settling in?” Tommy asked, looking at Holly with sparkles still in his eyes.
“Well,