Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Page A

ones I used in Tampa that have runs going down and tears going horizontally across my upper thighs. I like this look. Some pieces kind of fit for down here and playing outdoors, but he has some others that are more for indoor performances.
    To finish up the look, I slide on my black buckled boots that go up to a few inches below my knees. Kind of sloppy looking, but it’s one of the most comfortable pieces I've had in a long time. Frankie still puts me in heels, but he’s a little more conscious now. I told him he’s being paranoid, but he said I will thank him when my feet are so swollen from wearing them that he has to cut me out of them to even get the damn things off.
    I like wearing pretty shoes sometimes, but I love that I can move around easier with this style.
    “Damn, girl.” Frankie whistles as he fans his face. “I fucking love it.”
    Smiling back at him, I make my way back to my room so I can check myself in my full body mirror.
    I’m such a girl sometimes, getting giddy as I check myself out. The t-shirt is a faded, washed olive tee that shows off a pretty decent amount of my belly. Now it’s time to embrace Frankie’s advice. Any little piece of clothing now that I wear onstage will be showing off my stomach.
    I’m not worried or scared about getting bigger, but hey, I don’t know if it will be like this again without some kind of surgery or whatever. The dark, distressed shorts barely cover my ass, nothing new there. But something about the jean material and the sheer tights that hug my legs actually makes this mix matched style look badass. I run my fingers through my hair as my eyes keep scanning the length of me.
    “Oh, you just love it,” Frankie says teasingly behind me.
    I smile at him in our reflection.
    “I do.”
    A sudden knock, well, more like a pound, on the door has me startled.
    “I’ll unlock it,” Frankie says as he walks out of my cove.
    I go back to checking myself out again. This would be a wonderful time to light a joint up, but instead, I walk out as well to get another bottle of water.
    “Holy shit, Soph. I’m going to start calling you Jared number two. Well, three, because Jeff is his second,” Roger laughs at me, clearly already having had a couple beers.
    Man, I miss that too. Just a light, feeling good buzz.
    “Please.” Frankie snaps his neck around, circling his index finger at him. “Looks like you need a few good hours too there, guy.”
    “Some of us are just naturally this good looking, Frankie,” Roger comes back, chuckling as he walks over to his bunk.
    Ignoring Frankie’s hushed insults, Roger goes on.
    “Just gotta grab some of my bud. We’re on in an hour, Sophia.” He tucks the small bag in his front pocket as he pulls out his wallet, sliding his pack of zig-zags in. “Fucking Eyes Set to Kill is out there right now. Fucking sweet!”
    Roger pats my back once as he walks by.
    “See ya later, Soph. Bye Frank-ie ,” he calls out behind him as he exits the bus, raising his voice a few octaves as he teases out Frankie’s name.
    Frankie wiggles his fingers and waves at him before turning his hand over and flipping him off.
    “Buh-bye, dirty ass wipe.”
    Roger huffs once before shutting the door.
    Smiling at Frankie, I grab my phone off the tabletop and slide it into my back pocket before grabbing my water again.
    “I guess I’m gonna check it out, too,” I say to Frankie, who is finishing packing up his things.
    “Okay, girl. I’ll meet you at the hotel tonight. I guess everyone is going to hit up some different places tonight. We should go.”
    Ah, I hate fake drinking, but I can’t hide myself away, either. My infection lie has to come to an end now or they will get even more suspicious. Oh well, not going to worry about that now. I’ll do that later.
    “Sounds good.”
    I lean in and give him a peck on the check. Frankie coos for a second before going back.
    “See ya later. Thanks!” I call over my shoulder.
    “Yep. See you