Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 20 I Miss You I'm Sorry

"If we need to stop at any time, I can call the driver. Trisha gave me all the info I needed. And I have your meds. Not Casey." Paul says as a warning. "She's here to watch over everyone, but it's me you'll have to fight, so don't try anything, Moretti."

He grabs his suitcase and opens it to get clothes so he can change out of his suit and tie.

"Jonah already gave you your final dose today, so don't ask until morning." He's not fooling around. Paul means business. He always does, and I'm relieved he was able to come with us.

"I'll help you." Julia turns to me now.

"Ok, then wake me up if you need anything." Casey yawns and heads to bed.

"This all feels weird." I look down at Julia while she unbuttons my dress shirt. 

"What? Traveling separately?"

"Just... everything. Three fewer people in this mansion of a bus. Going to Belgium.... and for what? Another evening in a rec room before having to travel again?"

"Yeah, this time. But I bet there will be days when we have more time to see the city and stuff. Try new foods and explore..." Julia  is having a hard time and doesn't realize while she's talking, tears build up in her eyes.

"You're crying." I place my hands on top of Julia's. She's trying to convince herself that everything is gonna be fine.

"I'm so sad." 

"Because you still want to be with him...." I sigh, knowing that's the whole reason she is crying right now.

"I just didn't think it would be like this." She bursts and crashes into my chest.

"I know, sweetie." I hold Julia in my arms knowing NOTHING is going as planned with this tour. Not one thing.

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*Trisha*

We'll be in Belgium in less than two hours. Amazing what can be done when you own your own fricken plane. Well, half a plane in my case, but still. Better than having to go through TSA and all that jazz.

"Good evening, Mr. Hollan. I'm Andrew and will be your flight attendant tonight." The young man says. Nate nods hello and shakes his hand as we board the plane. He doesn't say hi or anything like he usually does but Andrew takes now offense. 

"You're in a sour mood." I  whisper to Nate while walking past him down the aisle.

"You ok, Nate?" Jonah asks, choosing the recliner next to him. I listen in to their conversation a little to see what's wrong with Nate while we buckle in to our seats.

"Um-hmm." Nate closes his eyes which always means he's trying to ignore the person talking.

"I think it was the right decision." Jonah continues anyway.

"James? Yeah. It's not worth the risk of flying when he can just stay on the tour bus and meet us at the venue."

"No. You and Julia. You two need a little space." He leans in a little and talks lower making it hard for me to hear the rest of their conversation.  I give up, now knowing Nate's bad mood is due to Julia. Lovely. She haunts us even when she's not around.

Once we take off and our seatbelt light turns off I head to the bathroom to get changed into pajamas. When I come out I see Nate's light is on in the master bedroom of the jet.

He's texting. Most likely Julia.

"You really should sleep, Nate." I lean against the doorway.

"I will."