Home Is Where You Are

by Melissa Grace

“Where are you ladies sitting?” Liv pulled her ticket from her back pocket, inspecting it. “Main floor, row S.” “I think we can do one better than that.” I raised my brow in question to the rest of the guys. They nodded their agreement to whatever plan I was cooking up on the fly. “No way,” Grace gasped, her eyes lit up with excitement. It was then I knew exactly what I had to do. I hoped on all that was holy that she wouldn’t think I was a total creeper. “Way,” I said with as much smoothness as I could muster. “I think we could make room for you guys to watch the show from the side of the stage, but I’m going to need one small favor in return.” “Yes! Anything!” Grace shrieked. “Whatever it is, yes.” Liv and Ella eyed me suspiciously. Not nearly as suspiciously as the rest of the band. What the fuck was I even doing? “I’m gonna need your Aunt Liv’s phone number.” I smiled down at Liv and chewed my lip nervously, as a soft flush of pink crept onto Liv’s face. Dallas looked at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting me to go in this direction. Hell, even I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. Cash glanced up from his phone call and shot me a questioning look. “Excuse me?” Liv asked. “You want my number because why?” “Here it is.” Before Liv could protest any further, Grace had already pulled up the number on her phone and had it in my hands. “Grace,” Liv hissed. I whipped my phone out of my back pocket, snapping a photo of the screen with Olivia Sinclair’s number on it. “...