No. No, it wasn’t. I didn’t tell him that though, I just shrugged. Matt grinned. “We get to pick our own songs.” His smile fell as he realized what that meant. “Shit…we’re gonna have to go through all of them to figure out which ones to use. And then we need to make sure we know them forward and backward. From the contract, it’s clear they want us to start right away, right after the tour. We don’t have a lot of time…”

I nodded. “Yeah…I know.” It was going to be a lot of work…and I already knew Matt was going to be a bit overbearing. I also knew the album was going to be amazing, mainly because of him.

I could tell Matt’s mind was spinning, already stressing. Not wanting him to worry about it yet, I changed the subject. “Hey, can you help me with something?” He nodded and I showed him my phone. “I need to buy a plane ticket. I was going to call again, but I was wondering…can I just buy it on this?”

Matt started snickering at me. “Jesus, Kellan…you need to start learning this shit.”

I smiled at his amusement. “Why? When I have you.”

He held out his hand. “Give me your phone.” He showed me where to go, then helped me through the checkout process; I had to use his email, since I didn’t have one. I was grinning when we finished. Matt rolled his eyes. “It’s like you’re a hundred and five.”

I frowned at his comment, then an idea struck me. “Can I order flowers on this too?” I had the number to a local shop, thanks to Jenny, but being able to see the arrangement I wanted would be nice.

Matt gave me a blank stare. “Dude…it’s the Internet. You can do anything on it.”

I gave the phone back to him. “Show me.”

He rolled his eyes, but he helped me buy some flowers for Kiera, for our anniversary in a couple weeks. After that, he said, “I’m going to bed. You’re on your own, techless.”

I was laughing as he walked away, but happy. I stared at my phone a moment, then, reluctant but curious, I checked my calls and messages. As predicted, the call and text I’d ignored in front of Kiera had been from Gavin. My fingers tightened around the phone. When was he going to leave me alone? Why were months of silence not enough of a hint for him? I’d never even talked to him, and he was already fucking up my life. It needed to stop. Now.

Feeling rash, I started a message to Hailey. ‘Tell Gavin that I want him to leave me the fuck alone.’