Reckless (Thoughtless, #3)(105)
Still eyeing Kellan, Anna muttered, “Anything he filmed would be freaking hot.” Not answering Kellan, I glanced back at my sister. Her grin was lascivious as she told me, “Your tape with him would melt this computer.”
My annoyance evaporated after her comment and a tension-relieving giggle escaped from me. When Anna and I looked back at Kellan, he was still watching us with a bewildered expression. Anna and I both broke into laughter. Was I really amused that my sex tape with him would be more explosive than Joey’s? When did my life get so surreal?
Our amusement died down by the time we pulled into the venue. Shutting my laptop, Anna finally gave me back my computer. As I listened to the busses’ brakes squeal and groan, Anna spoke in an oddly serious tone of voice. “Have you talked to Mom recently?”
The genuine concern in her question made my heart rate quicken. Was Mom okay? Had something happened? She’d been cancer-free for years, but maybe something had cropped back up? But surely Dad would call me if that were the case. And she hadn’t sounded upset when I’d last spoken with her, a few days ago. “A little while ago, why?”
I chewed on my lip, not liking the look on Anna’s face. “You need to call her immediately.” I was preparing my body to sprint to the back of the bus to get my phone when she added, “Since your wedding is a little over a month away, and you put her in charge of everything, which makes me think you’re crazy . . . she picked out a dress for you. She sent me a picture.” Anna wrinkled her face in disgust.
I completely relaxed as I fell back into the plush seat. Good, wedding drama I could deal with. As I laughed at my sister, the bus groaned to a stop. “I’m sure it’s fine, Anna.”
Anna leaned forward again, face intent. “No, you haven’t seen this thing. It’s got puffy sleeves, Kiera. Puffy. Sleeves. You need to do something about this ASAP!”
I sighed. There wasn’t much I could do about it on the road. And I really didn’t feel like flying home just to demean my mom’s fashion choice. Sure, puffy sleeves didn’t exactly sound fabulous to me, but since this ceremony was mainly for her anyway, did I really care what I wore? Not really. All I cared about was Kellan. Everything else seemed . . . insignificant.
Playing with my sister’s head, I smirked and told her, “I can’t wait to see what she picked up for your dress, Maid of Honor.”
Anna flashed a wide grin, happy that I’d given her the top spot in my bridal party. Then her face fell. “Holy shit! She wouldn’t . . .” I kept my gaze level and my smile even. Yeah, she would. Holding her belly, Anna sprang from the table and shuffled her way toward the back of the bus, surely to go inform our mother that there was no way in hell she was wearing anything with taffeta.
With practiced ease, the crew traveling with the bands sets up the stage. Unlike Justin’s tour, the “talent” didn’t help with the equipment. They didn’t really need to; there were more than enough people around to take care of it. After a brief sound check, Sienna, Holeshot, and the D-Bags spent an hour or so with the fans doing a very formal type of meet-and-greet. While the majority of the fans won the right to meet Sienna and the boys, some of the uberSienna fans had actually purchased the VIP treatment. As always, Tory and Sienna’s bodyguards were on hand to help corral the crowd of nearly hyperventilating devotees. Our necks adorned with our All Access passes, my sister and I waited in the room buzzing with expectant energy.
Tory was laying down the ground rules for the fans—no one was allowed to hug the band members, and everyone only had ten to fifteen seconds per person before they would be forcefully moved on down the line. It was all so mechanical, like a rock-star assembly line. Kellan’s attentiveness to his fans had bothered me at one point, but it was preferable to the standoffishness being presented here—Look but don’t touch was practically being shouted from the rafters.
But it didn’t really matter what Kellan’s wishes were. This was Sienna’s show, and Sienna’s rules, and she preferred a little space between her and her admirers. Made me wonder if she’d had some bad run-ins in the past. Probably. Idly, I wondered if Kellan would attract a few crazies. Thinking of Candy and Joey, I considered the fact that maybe he already had.
There was an electric buzz in the large, rectangular room as the fans waited for their moment in the sun with the rock stars. Sitting on chairs in the corner of the room, Anna and I scanned the bizarre festivities with amused smiles. Knowing the people that were being adulated was surreal. As always, there were a lot of D-Bags fans in the bunch; I could tell by their shirts. Unfortunately, there were also several people wearing Kell-Sex shirts. The Kellan/Sienna supporters had started springing up everywhere recently. There were huge banners at every show now, and even fan-made montages of them online. While artistically beautiful, I hated those damn videos.
Blinking in disbelief, I stared at a Kell-Sex fan in front of me who was holding a pair of underwear. Was she really going to ask Kellan to sign her skivvies? Then I noticed what was on the underwear and my mouth fell to my chest. “Oh my God, Anna”—I indicated the young girl showing the panties to her friend—“check those out.”
Anna looked over and started laughing. Some forward thinking woman had embroidered a pair of lacey briefs with the letters KK on the front, and the words Rock God on the back. Laughing into my hand, I imagined wearing those for Kellan. He would flip out . . . in a good way.