Don't Break My Heart (Straight from the Heart #3) Read Online Free Page B

Get you all wet and have you pissed at me? Sounds like a blast to me!
    Lucy: Shut up Paul. *Yeah I used your REAL name* we’ll be there, don’t you worry.
    To my luck, Emily was already awake, in the spare bathroom using my straightener and applying makeup to her face.
    “Good morning, sleepy head,” she said, giving me a hug as I stumbled into the doorway. “I already got you a cup of coffee from your Keurig thing. I need to get me one of those; it works like a charm!” She tried getting me to laugh, and I displayed a lazy smile.
    “Thanks, best friend, I need that since I’ll be driving.” When I was off tour, I always liked to drive. Whether I was with family, the guys, or Emily, I had a control freak thing going on where I didn’t like to sit in the passenger seat. I’ve seen way too many crazy drivers out there, and I didn’t care if I drove the actual speed limit. As long as I got to my destination, I was good.
    “What time are we leaving?” Emily shouted at me as I walked out to the kitchen. I picked up the black coffee waiting for me on the counter and sipped.
    “Pauly texted me and said they were leaving in less than an hour.”
    “Shit, do those guys like to get up early? The guys I know sleep in until the damn afternoon…” Emily rolled her eyes as she headed to the kitchen.
    “They’re different all right.” I laughed, finishing my coffee, while I contemplated on what to wear for the trek up north. It wasn’t as if I was dressing up for a show with my tutu’s and my ripped pants and shirts so I eased up a little bit. I knew the moment I got there, I would want to go swimming in the lake, so I made sure I’d packed every bathing suit that I owned.
    I finally decided on a plain pink T-shirt and a pair of my Bermuda shorts. I used the straightener Emily left on for me and finished getting ready while she was packing our suitcases into my Ford Edge. I gave myself another once over, adding a touch of eyeliner as my only make-up, and I was ready to go.
    Score! Only took me 20 minutes to get ready! I praised myself, slipping a pair of slip-on shoes onto my feet and surveying the apartment, making sure I had everything I needed for the weeks we’d be up there. Shit, my bass!
    I almost forgot my prized Nikki Sixx possession, signed by the man himself, so I ran back to my bedroom at lighting speed, and made sure it was tucked neatly and safely in its case. I locked the door to the apartment for the last time for a few weeks and sighed. It felt like I just left and here I was, leaving again.
    Don’t get me wrong, I love my life and playing music for an audience that likes our music. I love everything that comes along with it, too; I’ve gotten used to the routine by now. But a part of me wishes I had my WHOLE family there to support me.
    My dad has come to a few shows over the years and has been fairly supportive. He swears he doesn’t shoot himself up anymore with heroin, but the last time I saw him, I knew he was lying. My mom and I are still pretty close now. Even though I can’t talk to her about my music, we still have our occasional mother/daughter nights that started when I was eleven and how happen whenever I get a free night back home.
    At least my other siblings were smart. They had sensible careers with young kids, nice white picket fenced houses. They never really got into music like I did, so I was sort of the black sheep of the family.
    “About time!” Emily grinned at me as I walked out into the sunshine and put the bass on the floor in front of the back seat. “Damon’s blowing up my phone asking where we are.”
    I scoffed. “Well,” I said, placing a hand on my hip. “You just tell your bossy cousin that he needs to not get his big boy panties in a bunch because we’re on our way.” It wasn’t even like his house was that far from my apartment. It was a few miles away toward the outskirt of Muskegon.
    Emily shook her head laughing as she quickly texted Damon back and we