Always Rayne (The ALWAYS SOMETIMES NEVER Rock Star Romance Series) Read Online Free Page B

ultimatum. He basica lly said he’d fire me if I didn’t go. He said I was the only reporter who could go because Nic specifically asked for me.”
    “I knew it. He likes you. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at you.”
    I shake my head. “He definitely doesn’t like me. If anything, he views me as some kind of weird specimen that he wants to observe. Kind of like an animal in a zoo.”
    Brooke removes the rest of the clothes from my suitcase. “You can’t take any of these things. Not when you’re going on tour with a rock band. You’ll stick out like a weirdo even more than you already do.” I guess she can see the look of horror on my face because she quickly back peddles. “You know I love you dearly. You’re the sister I wish I had. But you dress like some hippy librarian , which is a little weird.” 
    “That’s what Nic said. He used the same words. He said that I dress like a hippy librarian.”
    “As if I could like him any more than I already do. Luckily, we’re a lmost the same size. You can take some of my clothes. I was looking for an excuse to go shopping anyway.”
    “But…” How do I tell my best friend that I don’t want to borrow her clothes because I don’t want to look slutty?
    “I insist,” she says. Before I have time to protest further she starts searching through her closet, pulling out mini-skirts and short belly-baring tops. I have no idea how I’m going to actually wear any of it. My stomach is already starting to knot just looking at the outfits.
    By the time my suitcase is packed, I wonder if it’s me who’s actually going on this trip or some kind of mash-up clone of Brooke.
    “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
    Brooke shrugs. “Sure. Why not?”
    I narrow my eyes at her. “You know why not.”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “I won’t go if you’re not going to be okay. You know that.”
    “First of all, I’m going to be fine. And second of all, I don’t want to be responsible for you getting fired. And third of all, I want you to promise me you won’t act like a forty-year-old. Start having some fun while you’re on tour. I want to hear a full report and it better include you getting laid.”
    I hold up an index finger. “First, if you’re ever not fine I want you to call me and I’ll fly home right away. I don’t want you to relapse because I’m not here to watch your every move.” I hold up another finger. “Second, you’re more important to me than any job. Even my dream job.” I hold up a third finger. “Third, I will try to act like the twenty-three-year old I am but don’t count on me getting laid anytime soon.”
    “Are you sure you know what you’re doing with those clothes? Do I have to label them so you know which tops go with which bottoms?”
    I laugh but part of me thinks labeling them might not be such a bad idea.

     
    Three
    I’m supposed to meet Almost Rayne in Los Angeles. It’s a quick flight from San Diego. After I deplane and retrieve my suitcase I have no idea what I’m supposed to do next.
    My suitcase is so filled with Brooke’s clothing and my books that I’m actually struggling to carry the bag through the airport. I’m assuming some guy with a sign will be meeting me somewhere but I’m not sure why. Maybe because that’s what happens in movies. There are a lot of guys holding signs with names like Brad Smith and Harry Jones but not one of them says Harper Leigh.
    “Harper,” I hear a male voice behind me. I turn around to see a thin young man with wavy red hair and lots of freckles standing behind me. He’s dressed in skinny black jeans and a button down black shirt. He looks like a hipster leprechaun.
    “How do you know my name?”
    The guy grabs my suitcase from my hand and smiles. “I’m Brad. Rayne’s assistant. I’m here to pick you up.”
    “I thought you’d have a sign.”
    “Nope. No sign. I know what you look like.”
    “How?”
    “Come on. I’ve got a car waiting.”
    Brad is