Chapter 11...so this chapter is pretty much just filler. I really have no idea where I am going with this story anymore. I know where I want it to go eventually, because I already have certain future chapters written. But as for getting to that point...*shrug* Let me know...love it or hate it?
The screams were ear-splitting, but thankfully, I had my ear-plugs in. Granted, I could still hear everything, just at not such a deafening level. The brothers had run into the stadium, surrounded by bodyguards. I stepped off the bus alone, not really concerned about my own safety.
“Hey look!” I heard one of the girls say as she pointed at me.
“Hey, there’s Yoko.” What? What did that mean?
“Doesn’t she know the Goth look was sooooooooo last year?”
“Poor Joe. When will he realize she’s a horrible girlfriend?”
“Maybe she’s not so bad.” I looked over at the group of girls. Apparently, the smallest of the girls was actually going to stand up for me. “I mean, we don’t see anything in her, but Joe obviously does. If we love him, then we should love whoever he chooses to be with.” I ran up to find Rob.
“Hey, Rob. Would it be terrible if I brought a girl backstage?”
“You gotta talk to the boys about that one.” He winked at me and grinned. I hurried up to Joe.
“Joe, can I bring someone backstage?” He shrugged and looked at Nick, who also shrugged. We all looked at Kevin.
“It’s fine with me.” I threw my arms around his neck. He seemed to be caught off-guard, but a few seconds later, he hugged me back.
“Thank you.” I ran back out of the stadium, up to where the group of girls I’d been listening to was still standing. “What’s your name?” I asked the young girl who had been defending me.
“Amy.” She said.
“Well, how old are you, dear?”
“12.”
“How would you like to come backstage with me?” I doubt her eyes could have widened any more than they did. She nodded. I held my hand out to her, and she grasped it. I helped her cross the tape barriers, and we walked into the stadium.
“So, that was really nice for you to bring Amy backstage.” Kevin said, after we were back on the bus.
“Hey, what does it mean when your fans call me Yoko?” I asked, plopping down on the couch next to him.
“They call you Yoko? Really?” Nick asked, sitting down on the other side of me. Joe came over and squeezed himself in between Kevin and I.
“Why would they call me that?”
“You’ve never heard of the Beatles?”
“I’ve heard of them, yeah. Who hasn’t? But what does that have to do with anything?” I paused. “Like, I can understand most of the other insults, but I’m just not sure what they mean by that.”
“They insult you?”
“Really, Joe? You think they wouldn’t? As a band, you boys are public property. As your girlfriend, I am hording their property.”
“Well, that’s sort of what calling you Yoko means. She was John Lennon’s second wife, who went with him everywhere. A lot of fans even blame her for the breakup of the Beatles, because she distracted him from the group.”
“You guys think I’m coming between you guys?”
“Of course not, Nisha.” Joe jumped in. Of course he would say that. I was more interested in what his brothers had to say.
“At first, I thought you might.” Kevin said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Joe elbowed him, but I smacked Joe’s hand.
“I want him to be honest.” Kevin smiled.
“See, this is why you are NOT coming between us. You’re tough on Joe, even though you’re dating him. You keep him in line. He’s semi-normal when you’re around. And that’s cool with me.” I smiled.
“That, and you’re an AMAZING cook.” Nick grinned, then serious-ed up. “We were kind of worried at first, that, well, I mean…”
“None of us has ever brought a girlfriend on tour with us before. We were thinking that you had forced Joe to bring you on the tour, that we were going to have to put up with you influencing him. And you have been influencing him…But in a good way.”
“That’s probably what they meant when they said that.” Joe said, taking my hand in his. I smiled.
