Stepdad

TWENTY-NINE

A/N:

this book will more than likely only have 10 more chapters, which doesn't mean it will end fully. I will be doing another book for this at some point but right now I have other ideas that I would like to do beforehand. xxx

Colson was beyond frustrated, his fingers tangled into his hair, ready to pull at the roots. His manager just dropped the ball on him that his tour would be starting sooner than expected. He wasn't ready to drop everything and leave in just a few days.

The more he thought about going on tour, the more he thought about Allie and Ryker, and how he would have to leave them behind for months. Would Ryker even remember who he was when he got back? Would Allie still be here waiting for him with open arms?

He had so many questions and didn't have an answer for a single one of them. He felt a hand drop on his shoulder, his eyes moving to see Rook leaning over at the table to whisper in his ear. "She will understand, bro. You don't have to worry. As long as you don't lie to Allie, you don't have to worry about her getting too upset."

He was interrupted by his manager clearing her throat, her eyes shooting daggers right in his direction. "Excuse me, is there a problem, Colson?" He really hated her attitude sometimes. It was as if making money was more important to her than his private life. He should have read the fine print before signing the contract.

Rook was staring straight at him, mentally begging him to just nod and agree so this wouldn't get ruined by a heat of the moment outburst. Colson ignored every signal that Rook was throwing at him and decided to open his mouth anyway.

"Is there a problem? Yes, there's a fucking problem. You change the entire fucking tour without discussing it with anyone and just expect me to be okay with it? I have a fucking family that I enjoy my time off with. I'm not leaving them early just because you want a fucking paycheck to pay for those fake ass titties you just got. My albums paid for those."

The woman at the head of the table looked surprised by his words, as if she had never been talked to by a client that way before. She was at a loss for words, taking a moment to fully register what he had just said to her. "You do realize that you work for me and not the other way around?"

Before Colson even had a chance to open his mouth, Rook was on his feet and pulling him up by his arm before dragging him out of the conference room. "Dude." Rook let go of Colson, eyes wide as if he just saw a ghost. "Are you trying to get us fired?" Rook was getting confused and didn't understand what was making Colson act like this all of a sudden.

"We can't just let that bitch get away with this shit, Rook." Colson made no attempt to lower his voice at all, not even a little. Rook was quick to close the door, his head tilting to look through the window to make sure she didn't hear him.

"So we leaving or what?" Rook asked as he slipped his backpack off his shoulder and reached inside the front pocket to pull out a blunt. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers to signal that he wanted a lighter.

"She's definitely not going to be happy about it if we do." Colson replied as he handed Rook the lighter. He watched him put the blunt between his lips before he took a few hits to get it started.

"Yeah, if she wasn't already pissed about you talking about her fake titties, she will be pissed for sure now." Colson took the blunt from Rook and took a few hits as he turned to head toward the exit, shrugging his shoulders as he walked.

"Fuck it. If she fires us we could always try country music." Rook stopped dead in his tracks when Colson said this, praying that he was joking. He didn't know if he had the personality for that type of music.

Colson turned to look at him with a small smile as he handed the blunt back to him. "Better trade your drum set in for a banjo and get your boots on, cowboy. Because here she comes." Rook didn't even have time to think, he bolted for the car, dropping the blunt that he was holding on the pavement.

Colson was out of breath from how hard he was laughing. He reached down to pick up the blunt before yelling across the parking lot at Rook who was waiting for him to unlock the door so he could get in. "I didn't know a grown man in size four Jordan's could run that fucking fast." He was still laughing, pissing off Rook who was now wiggling the door handle.

"Unlock the goddamn door before I go back in there and tell her you're escaping."