I Never Meant To Be Your Pain

I sat across the table from Tony, looking down at the menu in front of me. I grabbed the glass of champagne that sat in front of me and tipped it back, swallowing the sweet liquid.
“So are you ready for tour tomorrow?” I widened my eyes and set down my glass.
“Tomorrow?” Tony nodded as I laid my head down on the table, groaning.
“Tony,” I sighed, “I can’t leave tomorrow.”
“Relax,” he whispered, leaning across the table to grab my hands. “You’re going to fine.”
“No I’m not, Tony. I’m not going to be fine. I can’t do this.” I looked up to his soft eyes. He pulled my hand, and gently kissed the top of it before squeezing it.
“Don’t say that… I know you can.”
“But what will the guys think?”
“They won’t think anything. They’ll want to help you.”
“You don’t understand how hard my withdrawals are. I look like a mental patient.”
“Okay, well, you’ve been clean for at least a week since I’ve been here, right?” I nodded. “See, you’ve dealt with that just fine.”
“Yeah, that’s only because I’m around you.” He laughed.
“The whole point of you coming on tour with us is to spend time with me.”
“But you’re going to be performing the whole time.”
“Just an hour a night… the rest of the time I’m either sleeping or out drinking with everyone. And even when I’m performing you’ll be side stage.” He looked down at the table. “Bring a friend with.”
“Is there room on the bus?”
“We have three extra bunks.”
“Counting me?”
“Yes, but I assumed you were staying in my bunk... unless you don’t want to.”
“No, I usually sleep better when I’m in yours,” I said softly, running my hand through my hair. “I’m just scared, Tony.”
“Don’t be, everything will be fine. I know you’re going to have fun. This tour can be a great distraction from your withdrawals.”
“I guess that’s a good way to look at it.”
“Could any one of your friends come with us?”
“On such short notice, probably not…”
“Okay, so it’ll just be me, you and the guys. We can create our own fun,” he smiled. I looked around at the fancy restaurant we were in.
“Tony?”
“Hm?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Can we get out of this overrated place?” I asked. He laughed and nodded.
“Whatever the princess wants.”

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