#I’m so hard on tour hill now bro I can’t even lie

[emotoangel]

the spoiler at the end of the new sims video is so heavily giving tour guys ,,,

[scornedlove]

Chapter Sixteen

CHRIS

“Thanks for coming down to help out Chris. This wouldn’t have been as great without you” Romero commended, shaking my hand. Romero was a fellow artist who just started a nonprofit organization of his own for children with developmental disorders, Best Buddies International.

I flew out to Miami, Florida a couple of days ago and we worked nonstop to create a graffiti mural and a few portraits, which would be auctioned with proceeds going to both Best Buddies and Symphonic Love. It was a lot of work, but I had a lot of fun, and the kids were ecstatic. I enjoyed keeping up with their energy and couldn’t wait for our next event.

“Anytime man, I love helping out when it comes to the kids. I learned a lot from you too, maybe you can come down and collab on something with me next time”

“All I need is a date” he quickly agreed.

After finishing up with Romero, I went straight to the airport. I had the next couple of days to myself, so I couldn’t wait to get home to relax. A friend of mine, has been staying at my house for the past couple of weeks and I've been feeling bad for not being there. I had Tina let him in and hadn’t been there since he arrived.

Anthony and I go way back. We were neighbors for several years when I lived in Virginia. His mom moved to Houston, Texas when he was fifteen to get away from his abusive father and I hadn’t seen him since. We reconnected through social media a couple of years ago and check on each other every now and then.

He recently started having issues with his mom. She wants him to get a job, but he’s been trying to follow his dream of becoming a singer, so when he hit me up asking for a place to crash, I welcomed him with open arms. I know what it’s like to chase your dreams and it’s definitely not easy.

“Finally home” I sighed, six hours later as I kicked off my shoes. Since we launched Symphonic Love, business opportunities have been coming left and right, so the past few weeks have been crazy. On top of that, I sold my house and moved into a Hollywood Hills home. Even though I had initially planned to downsize, Nicki found me a place with a good price that was just as big as the old place and even more luxurious. The best part is that it’s closer to both galleries and my studio.

With all the traveling I had been doing, I hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy my new house. That ends tonight. I thought to myself as I headed straight to the kitchen for a glass of whiskey.

“I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow” Anthony shrieked, as he and Ryan scrambled to gather their clothes off the ground.

“Please don’t tell me ya’ll fuckin on my counter!” I groaned. “I have two big ass guest beds and ya’ll chose my damn kitchen counter?”

“I’m sorry Chris. We didn’t mean to. I mean- it just sorta happened” Ryan stammered trying to explain and keep her breasts covered at the same time.

I walked out, just as quickly as I walked in. I was pissed off at the disrespect and had to leave the room before I said something I would regret.

I took a shower, then smoked a blunt to myself while Diamond played with the new chew toy I got her from the airport gift shop. She was cute and I couldn’t help but laugh as she ran in circles and barked at it. I recorded it and sent it to Mama, since she had been asking about her the whole time I was gone. As soon as I put my phone down, it rang.

“Hello” I answered, as Diamond jumped up and ran out, startled from the music.

“Hey Chris” Lashontae’s voice smiled through the phone. Since the tour I gave her at CB Fine Arts, we've been talking a couple times a week. 

She's a hair stylist with her own salon, loves art and music as much as I do, plus she's really down to earth and funny. I didn't even realize how much I missed having good conversation with a woman.

“Hey Tae, what’s up” I asked, getting comfortable on the bed.

“Not much, I’m in town this week. I know you always have so much going on, but I was hoping to link up tomorrow”

“I guess you have good timing because I’m free tomorrow, we can make that happen.”

"Cool, I have to find a DJ for the wedding. I have a couple of appointments booked, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind helping me out"

"Of course not, you know music is my forte. Are you at Trey's right now?" I asked being nosy.

"Yeah, I would've got a room, but Lala and I had so much to do to get this planning done, plus the first appointment is at nine in the morning, so I figured I better just stay here. "

"Ok, I'll be there bright and early" I promised before we said our goodbyes. I don't know why I was feeling giddy but I was looking forward to chilling with Tae again. Robyn stood me up on her birthday so I finally threw the towel in. I will always love her and have love for her but I miss having someone to come home to.

"Chris, I really hope you know I didn't mean any disrespect" Anthony stated as soon as I walked in the kitchen the next morning. He was eating in the same spot Ryan had her ass on last night.

"That was foul... just don't do it again" I replied, pouring that shot of whiskey I was going for last night. "You want some?"

"This early? Yeah, I'll take one." He shrugged. "I really appreciate you letting me stay here, and Tina's been a lot of help"

"but not as much as Ryan huh?" I teased.

"ok, you got me" he chuckled.

"It's really good to see you man, it's been forever. How have you been ?" I asked changing the subject.

"The truth? Horrible. I've been dealing with some crazy shit. Between my mama and trying to get this music off the ground, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind" he admitted.

"Well you don't have nothing to worry about. You're welcome to stay as long as you need. I 've been where you are and I want you to know I got your back bro" I reassured him.

"Thanks man, enough about me. Look at you. You doing big things. I can't even get a hold of you, I got to book appointments and shit" he joked.

"It's been far from easy and a long journey, but definitely worth it."

"I bet. The last time we actually 'talked', you were planning on proposing to your girl...what happened with that?"

"I fucked it up. That's a long story that I'm not even about to get into, I'll have you here all day, and I have somewhere to be" I chuckled.

"Yeah, I don't have the time for a chick nowadays either" he replied.

"What do you call Ryan then?"

"That doesn't even count. She stopped by to see you and we started talking, then she wanted to hit the blunt I was smoking, and the next thing I knew, you were walking in on us. She said y'all were just friends though. She wasn't lying, was she?"

"Nah, we're just friends. I won't lie though, we fucked a couple times."

"Wow. So, shorty just lied to my face. See that's why I'm single" he shrugged and we both laughed.

"What you been doing these past couple of weeks, have you been getting shit done or just getting familiar with your surroundings?"

"Man, I'm serious about this shit. I've been at a different club every night since I got here, except last night. I ran into Trinidad James the other night. I don't know if you heard of him, but he's this new rapper that's hot right now. I gave him some of my work and he already hit me up. I'm supposed to be meeting with some people at his label tomorrow" he grinned happily.

"Already? I'm proud of you man you getting out there and gettin it, not wasting any time. That's what's up" I nodded while we bumped fists.

"Yeah man, so what you got up for today?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't tell you Trey is getting married. I'm his best man, so me and the maid of honor are helping out with some wedding stuff today"

"Oh ok" he replied just as my phone rang.

“That’s her now. I gotta get going” I stated, grabbing my keys and heading out.

"Thanks for your help today” Tae smiled after we walked out of our final meeting. The first DJ was way out of the budget, the second one was affordable, but wasn’t what we were looking for style wise, and the third DJ was perfect. He was experienced, knew exactly what we were looking for, plus his pricing wasn’t ridiculous.

“No problem. I really enjoy hanging with you” I smiled, holding the passenger door open for her.

“You’re kinda cool too” she winked. “Do you mind taking me to get some food before dropping me off? I’m starving!”

“Of course not. Where do you want to go?” I asked once we were both settled.

“Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s Mexican food”

She wasn’t familiar with anything here, so I decided to take her to my go to Mexican restaurant. Lucky for me, we beat the lunch rush. 

“I have a question” she announced, after we placed our order and the waitress was gone. “I don’t mean to pry, but you seem like the total package. You have yourself together professionally, financially, you’re a gentleman, you pull out chairs and use manners, and you’re sexy as fuck. So, tell me: Why are you single?”

“Well thanks for the flattery, but everyone has their flaws. In my last relationship, I could’ve been a better man. I made poor decisions and didn’t think about how my ex would react when she found out, because I never considered her finding out to begin with”

“So basically, you cheated?” she asked bluntly.

“Well, there’s more to the story than that, but yes. That’s what it pretty much boils down to” I confessed.

“How many women are you dating now?” she asked curiously.

“None. She was a big deal; we were engaged and she left the night before our wedding. It’s been a year now, since she left.”

“So, what’s the deal with that? Are you waiting on her to come back or something?”

“No, I’ve tried over and over to reach out to her, but it didn’t work out in my favor. I’ve moved past it now. Enough about me. Why are you single? How many men are you dating?” I asked changing the subject. 

“Well, I was engaged too. He died three years ago in a car wreck. I haven’t really dated anyone since” She shrugged.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that”

“I’ve come to terms with it. It was hard, but I know he wouldn’t want me to be sad about it forever. He was the love of my life and the two years we spent together were the best two years of my life” she smiled slightly, obviously reminiscing.

“Mmmm. This is amazing. Definitely the best torta I’ve ever had” she stated, licking her lips seductively.

“So how did you end up in the hair industry? Has it always been your dream?” I asked after devouring a couple of tacos.

“Not really. I was just really good at it, so I decided to go ahead and get my license. That was definitely the best decision of my life, because now I have my own prosperous salon. What about you? Has art always been your dream?”

“Nah, it was my back up plan. Basketball was my dream. I had a scholarship and everything, but I ended up in the middle of a domestic issue and it cost me my dream”

“Well, everything happens for a reason. Look at you now.”

“How did you become such a fan of my art?” I asked curiously.

“My father was an art fanatic, so it just kind of rubbed off on me. Trey and Lala have quite a few of your pieces. I came to visit one weekend and I fell in love with a couple of paintings so I practically begged for them. I paid for them, but Trey really didn’t want to let them go. It’s sweet how much he really supports you”

“That’s my brother from another mother. We’ve been best friends for over a decade now” I smiled. “I have an art exhibition coming up in the next few weeks, I would love for you to come. 

“Oh, I’m there. You don’t even have to say it twice, just send me the info” she grinned excitedly. We sat and talked well over an hour and could’ve stayed for another hour, but they were super busy during their lunch rush so we headed to Trey’s.

“I hear you guys are really clicking” Lala grinned. “I’m gonna give you a heads up, Tae is super independent and doesn’t like it when men tell her how to do things. She can be stubborn sometimes, and tend to push people away when they’re getting ‘too close’, but I’m sure it’s because she lost Brandon a couple of years ago. She hasn’t had a real relationship since, but I think you guys are perfect for each other. Just take your time”

“Thanks for the advice. How’s the wedding planning going?” I asked changing the subject. “Have ya’ll picked a date?”

“August 31st. That gives ya’ll plenty of time to get to know each other. You never know, it could be a double wedding” she teased.

“You and Trey are something else” I laughed. “Ya’ll swear ya’ll some matchmakers”

“I know right” Tae laughed, coming back from the restroom. “They stay trying to hook us up. We got this Lala, we don’t need no help” she winked in my direction.

“So, when are you heading back to Houston?”

“Tonight. I gotta get back to business, but I will be back for that exhibition. Don’t forget to send me the info so I can make arrangements asap”

“I’m doing that now” I replied, pulling out my phone and forwarding an email to her. “Done”

“Cool. I can’t wait” she smiled widely and leaned in for a hug. She smelled so good, I didn’t want to let go, and I had to focus to keep my manhood from jumping up and scaring her.

“Thank you soooo much for dropping everything to come over. There’s been so much going on, I just needed some normalcy” Nicki sighed plopping on the couch.

“What’s going on?”

“The wedding is less than two months away and I’m just scared. Sam is constantly on the road. How is this supposed to work?”

“What do you mean? The same way it’s been working. Ya’ll have been together forever, why is his job bothering you now?”

“Because of this” she sighed, tossing a small ziploc bag on the counter. There was a little white plastic stick with a blue positive sign.

“Wait, you’re pregnant?”

“I just found out today. I don’t want kids like this Chris. I want to be married. I want my child to have both parents present, not in and out. I can’t do this by myself” she cried.

“First of all, you will never have to do it by yourself. What do you think family is for? Blood couldn’t make us any closer.”

“I know that. It’s just....this wasn’t in the plan, not yet.”

“Well sometimes the plan isn’t what you envisioned. That doesn’t mean it can’t be as beautiful or even better”

“You’re right” she smiled, relaxing a little bit. “I just wasn’t expecting this to happen to me. We’ve been so careful”

“Well usually the best blessings come unexpectedly” I smiled poking her stomach. “You’re about to be somebody’s mommy”

“Ugh. You always bring the good to light in any situation. You’re looking good too, and you haven’t stopped smiling since you walked in the door. Spill it. You and Robyn back together?” 

“I wish. I mean, no. I don’t know what happened. We talked on her birthday, made plans, and she stood me up. I’m done with that, I can’t hold on to the past forever. I met someone though. Her name is Tae, it’s new and I don’t want to jinx it, but I think she might be a good one”

“Awww, if she has you smiling like that, she must be a good one. I haven’t seen you with a ‘happy’ smile in so long, bro. You deserve to be happy again. Everyone makes mistakes, that doesn’t mean you have to bask in them for the rest of your life. Well, I guess this means you have a date for the wedding” she added.

“I told you it’s still new. We’re just kicking it and getting to know each other.”

“Well, I hope she’s still around by then. I’d love to meet her” she added. “Oh and another thing. I was really hoping you could be the one to walk me down the aisle”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I don’t know where I would be if I never met you. You don’t even understand how much you’ve influenced my life. I would not be where I am without you, that’s a fact” she smiled as her eyes began to water.

“Awww, don’t cry. Of course, I got you. I will always be here for you, and that big head baby you’re gonna have” I grinned, giving her a bear hug. “Now get yo ass on the phone and tell that man he has a baby on the way, so he can start getting things in order. I know he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, besides I’ll make sure of it”

[christophersymes]

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Chapter Five

Jules had the bass lifted over his face, searching for the scratch, when Mason turned on his camera. He froze for a second, wondering why the voice was so familiar, and then looked over to see Mason Hill staring at him fondly, smiling. He yelped when his bass hit his face, lifting his arms in a useless attempt to stop it after it happened.

He stayed still for a second, cursing himself for being such an idiot. He just embarrassed himself in front of Mason Hill. He had been embarrassing himself in front of Mason Hill. He looked from between his fingers, eyes wide, then blinked a few times and laughed incredulously. "What the—  what the fuck!" he exclaimed, then winced. "Okay. No yelling. Bass to the face and a hangover plus yelling equals pain. But what the fuck— You're Mas—- Wait, you're Not-Elías?"

Mason watched, amused as Jules yelled and stammered. He couldn't help but snort as the bass fell, even though he winced a bit. "Fuck, are you okay?"

And now he was anxious. He nodded. "I'm Mason. Not-Elías. It's— It's been me."

Jules nodded when he asked if he was okay, still smiling wide and laughing slightly. He felt himself shaking. "I— Holy fuck, Mason Hill is my fucking crush? And— holy fuck, does that mean—"

"Yes. I like you right back. A lot. Breathe, Jules," Mason chuckled, taking a deep breath himself. "Look, yeah, I'm Mason, but just— I'm Elias— Not-Elias, whatever. Same person. You've been talking to me for a while. It's just me. But also me, Mason, who's awesome," he grinned. "Now you have all sides."

Jules took a deep breath with him and laughed a little again. "Holy shit. I've been talking with Mason Hill." He paused. "Is it weird that I just thought about how jealous Not-Elías would be? That's you. You can't be jealous of yourself. Well, you're Mason Hill, I guess you can. And I am totally rambling right now, oops." He laughed again softly, laying back again.

Mason put his chin in his palm, amused. "I can't argue that. Jules, you've been rambling since I met you two months ago."

Jules grinned, staring at the ceiling. He looked back again after a second, making sure it was still Mason. Then he gasped. "I fucking roasted you the first day I met you. Okay. Okay, that happened. Sorry about that. God, and I've been doing it ever since. Uh— I'm sorry about what I said about your eyes. I— I don't actually think they're bad. At all. In fact, I'm— Uh— kinda nervous looking at them right now." He blushed, turning away again, still smiling. He was quiet for a second again.

Mason shrugged. "You're cute. I'm roasted on the daily by the guys and Starlight, it's nothing new. Feel free."

"What— What does this mean?"

He watched Jules blush, grinning wide. "Well, not much new, I think? You, uh, you said something about not wanting to date me unless we met?" he raised an eyebrow. "And we have, but you didn't know, so I guess it doesn't count. I want to meet you."

Jules blushed a little more at his last words. "I want to meet you," he said softly, turning to look at him. He fought a goofy grin. "This is... surreal. Definitely explains the way you watched me through the concert. I tried to trick myself out of thinking you were looking at me but I guess it's true." The grin won out. "And you didn't even argue me saying you wanted to fuck me."

"Couldn't help it," Mason blushed a bit, although it wasn't visible on his dark skin. "Why would I argue it?" he winked.

Jules laughed a little, suddenly very aware of what he was wearing and what he had been wearing all night. His breast was even half hanging out of his tank top right now. He glanced at Mason, just in time to see the wink, then laughed once, softly, kind of nervous. "I— uh, gimme a second."

He sat up and got up, changing his clothes.

"Oh, no, are you putting on clothes?" Mason whined playfully. "I was having such a good time."

God, he was happy. Finally talking to Jules, and Jules finally knew who he was. Jules was a little uh, shocked? Starstruck? But it was going a lot smoother than he'd worried about. It felt good. As he waited, he looked around what he could see in Jules' room, smirking when he noticed some posters and pictures. "Are those Nosam posters? Aw, are those pictures of me?"

Jules put on a bra and a T-shirt and some boxers over his underwear, trying to cope with it in his head. This was Mason Hill. He was talking to Mason Hill. He was flirting with Mason Hill. He leaned against the wall and sighed. God, it was weird. But for some reason it felt right. He groaned softly. This was such a weird situation.

Jules rolled his eyes at Mason. "Yes, I did put on clothes." He sat down again, picking up the computer and rolling the chair back to the desk. "And yes, they are. I kiss them every night before I go to bed," he teased, grinning.

Mason smirked, "Oh, wow, I'm flattered."

Jules set the computer down, then held up a finger. "Thirsty. And I need to put the alcohol away. I'll be right back."

Mason nodded seriously as Jules got up. "Hydration is important."

Jules went straight for the kitchen, breathing a little heavy. Whoa. Mason Hill. Hangover headache. God, fuck, did he need coffee.

"Morning, baby bro," Rosa said, ruffling his hair when she came up behind him as he poured himself coffee.

Jules set the mug back down and lifted a hand up to cover Rosa's mouth, patting lightly. "Shh, no speaky."

Jules came back a minute later with a glass of water and a mug of coffee. He set both down on the desk, then looked at his room. It was a mess. "I... God, I really should clean my room. I haven't in a while and it's so small and there are so many clothes," he laughed softly, staring at the mess on the floor. He couldn't actually look at the computer. He was still freaking out a little. "And I don't remember how long it's been since I vacuumed. It's such a mess, holy fuck, I'm so dirty."

Mason bit his lip as Jules rambled and looked everywhere but his way. "Jules. I don't remember the last time I saw a vacuum. Your room looks like paradise compared to this tour bus," he smiled, speaking softly, "Come sit with me. I know it's probably a lot to process."

Jules looked up at Mason for a second, then at the chair. He'd been caught. He smiled a little and sat down, pulling his legs into the chair with him. He grabbed his coffee and held it close after taking a sip. It took a second for him to force himself to look at Mason, and when he did, his breath caught. "I— it's weird. It's... different?"

He looked down again, at his mug. "I mean, my feelings haven't changed or anything, don't get me wrong, I just— I don't know how to act suddenly I think." He frowned a little. "Shouldn't I just— I dunno— act the same?"

Mason shrugged, playing with the strings of his hoodie. "Yeah, I guess. I mean maybe it won't be exactly the same, but that's okay, right?"

Jules nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "Yeah. Yeah." He smiled, making himself look up again. Mason Hill. He sighed softly. "This is— like— a dream come true." He paused for a second, then laughed softly to himself, shrugging a little when he spoke. "I would have preferred Austin, but you'll do," he teased, looking back at Mason with a shit-eating grin while he lifted his mug for another drink.

Mason rolled his eyes, "That's a lie, Mr. 'Mason Hill's hugs are warm and soft and I loved it'!" he sighed dramatically, a gushing smile on his face and a hand on his chest.

Jules snorted. "Maybe I just said that cause you love Mason, Mr. masonfucker1000." He rolled his eyes at him. "Though I will admit those hugs were pretty great."

Mason smirked, "Of course they were. You're head over heels for me, baby."

Jules blushed dark red, his stomach twisting. He grinned and ducked his head in attempt to hide his reaction, shifting slightly. "Maybe I am," he mumbled, shrugging a little.

Mason smirked in satisfaction, leaning closer to the camera. "I can still see you blushing, Jules."

Jules rolled his eyes, looking up, trying to stifle his grin. "Asshole," he muttered, looking at the wall behind Mason. He bit his lip, meeting Mason's eyes on the screen. "Also, if you want to you can call me Jullian. I usually go by Jules, but technically it's Jullian. Even got it legally changed."

Mason smiled, "Nice. Congrats. I like it. I'll probably stick to Jules, though," he licked his lips and shifted in his seat, glancing around at the boys, who were still asleep. "Hey, so he/him pronouns. Legal name change. You want surgery and testosterone?"

Jules watched him look around, then nodded. "Yeah. I do." He smiled. "You wanna know something? Chris was actually the reason I realized I was trans. That's why I have such a connection to the band, why you guys are so important."

Mason grinned, eyes crinkling. "That's really cool. I'm glad that helped you."

"Growing up in as northern Michigan as you can be, you don't really get much exposure to trans people, or LGBT education," Jules smirked. "I always say Chris was my Syme."

Mason cringed at the pun, shaking his head and holding his hands up. "I take it back. That's horrible."

Jules laughed at his cringing, then grinned at him. "You'd make the same pun, admit it."

"Definitely not," Mason pouted, and then suddenly remembered the concert again when his phone buzzed with a social media notification. "Oh, at the concert... I was wondering... was there something I did or said that upset you? You seemed really off," he looked at Jules, eyebrows furrowed and frowning a little.

Jules paused for a second, mug against his lips, looking at Mason's worried face. He sighed softly. He might as well tell him.

"I— yeah, kind of. The— uh— playing hockey on the lake thing. When I was sixteen, I was playing with my team on the lake as an unofficial official practice, and I kind of thinned out the ice in one spot too much. I stopped really hard with my blades and hit my stick too hard when I thought I was going to fall while hitting the puck and I—" He took a deep breath, holding the mug tighter. He laughed softly, a little sadly, eyes closed when he said it. "I fell in, and it was so cold, and I didn't have much on because we were moving around so much, and my skates were weighing me down— and I couldn't get out and—" He sighed shakily. "Uh— anyway, my sister and Sam— my friend— and my coach got me out but I was unconscious and— yeah, I kind of almost died. Lots of water in my lungs and I hit my head on the ice and I was freezing. I still have problems with temperature."

Mason's breath caught as Jules spoke, not having expected anything like that. Jules could have drowned. He could have not been here, right now, talking to Mason. There was a lump in his throat, especially when he saw how much it affected Jules to even talk about it. "God— fuck—" his voice was thick and he hurriedly cleared it. "Jules— I'm sorry, that must have been horrible. I can't even handle twenty degrees on dry land. And I could have never— you could have been gone. And I'm super glad you're not."

Jules smiled a little, shaking. "Yeah. Me too," he breathed, looking at Mason. He set down his mug and got up to grab a sweatshirt, putting it on and turning on his heater. "Sorry. When I think about it I get really cold." He picked up the coffee again and took a drink. "Okay. Different topic. Why'd you join the site? Curiosity? And are you on the bus right now?"

"It's okay," he smiled as Jules sat back down. "Yeah, pretty much. I like secretly talking to fans." In response to his last question, he turned the laptop around so he could see half of Austin falling off the bottom bunk. "Yep."

Jules laughed at the view of Austin. "Aw, he's so cute. I don't understand how he can sleep half off like that, though."

"Bunk's too small for his restless ass," Mason snorted as he moved the laptop back to himself.

Jules grinned, leaning forward a little into the hot air of the heater. "Speaking of, have you even slept?"

"Eh. A bit, yeah," Mason shrugged. "I don't feel too bad though. We're almost to our next city, anyway."

Jules laughed again, looking at Mason now. "You're in the last week, aren't you? Do you hate when tour ends or like it?" He leaned his elbows on the desk, his chin in his hand.

"Yep. Six days left. It's kinda bittersweet. We're all exhausted and living on Rockstar right now. Which reminds me," he got up and grabbed a can out of the cabinet, opening it and chugging for a moment. "I'll be ready to rock soon," he grinned. "Tours are grueling sometimes, but, fuck, it's the best shit ever. I love it."

Jules laughed, watching him chug the drink. He rolled his eyes. "Those things are shit for your body. I could never do that."

Mason sighed sadly, "Yeah, but they're so good. We only do it the last week or two when we're all whiny as hell."

Jules shook his head at him. "Everything else, I could definitely handle. I was on the girls hockey team for ten years, travel for five of those. Practically lived on a bus with ten girls. I could handle tours so easy because of that. I loved it, actually, despite how that just sounded." He picked up a ball from his desk, playing with it and leaning back again.

Mason raised his eyebrows. "Shit, you're made to be in a band. You'd be great."

Jules grinned. "Destinyyyy," he breathed, leaning his head back in a dramatic pose. "Mason Hill said so, so it's true."

Mason scoffed, grinning. "Oh, now you agree with me. You're impossible."

Jules laughed and grinned at him. "You've got credibility now." He winked at him. "Plus, now I know you are hot and rich. Definitely my sugar daddy."

Mason huffed, pouting a bit, trying to hide a smile. Daddy sounded pretty good coming from Jules' mouth. "Speaking of which, what if I flew you out to me after the tour ends?"

Jules blinked in shock at the question. "I— God, that would be awesome, but I have school, Mase." He was sad about it. He wanted to see him. "And it's such short notice. I couldn't get everything in order in time anyway." He bit his lip, a little more sad about it than he wanted to be. Now that he knew, and now that he'd accepted it, he wanted that more than anything.

Mason frowned at that. "Okay, well, I could fly out to you?"

Jules opened his mouth, then shrugged. "I guess that could work? But you'd freeze your ass off. It's the middle of winter."

Mason shrugged, smiling lazily. "I'm a big boy. With a winter coat. And I'll have you to keep me warm," he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jules laughed, rolling his eyes. "Then fine. But— uh— that means my family might have to know. Rosaline might freak," he paused. "Or Sam. I could tell her where I am and she could cover for me. My mom's— uh— I dunno how to say it without bashing her."

Mason bit his lip and scrunched up his face at that, humming in a high pitch. "Ah. Okay, Rosaline. Sam, who's— right, the hockey friend. I don't mean to offend, but can you... trust her?"

"Well, she hated when your number was leaked, so..."

Mason considered it and shrugged, "Okay. Just them for now, yeah? Okay so, I'll book for the weekend— it's perfect, actually, we get back on Wednesday, so I'll have a day to hibernate. This is gonna be awesome," he grinned, sitting up excitedly.