I stared at her with a goofy smirk on my face, but she didn't buy it. She sat on the opposite side of the bus, her arms crossed around her stomach like a child in a tantrum. Her hair, now straight, bobbed, and navy blue, was placed behind her ears in a very OCD way, like she had been fondling it too much.

She glared at me, grabbed a CORE water, and slammed the door to her dressing room.

"What's wrong?" I entered, as she started to undress. She gasped and threw her blouse at my face, which smelled like her. I bit back my temptation and flicked the garment to the floor.

"You didn't have to come here and tour with me," she crumpled the bottle and threw that at me as well.

I huffed a sigh. "You should've told me that before I stepped on the bus."

"You think I would leave you there?" She turned her head with a sullen expression. "Selena was ripping at your sleeve, trying to pull you back."

I shivered at the remembrance of Selena chasing after the tour bus as we left the parking lot. I glanced through the driver's window. There was a sign that said Canadian Border crossing the vehicle.

"Canada!" I shouted. "Can we visit my parents?"

"We're only going to Victoria," She left the compact room and laid on the couch.

"Oh." I sat blandly next to her, which followed no response.

"Your performance in Seattle was great," I said.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Can we have an actual conversation?"

"Sure."

"So..."

"Yeah."

"Have you listened to my album since I told you I listened to Cry Baby?"

"Yes. That's why I hate you so much."

"Why?"

"Ever since I listened to Purpose, I fell back again. I fell for you again." She turned to me. "And i'm not gonna let that happen. We're too different, we have different audiences. You're a star and i'm minuscule compared to you. I'm Alt... and you're Pop."

"There's a genre called Alt Pop, you know," I whispered in her ear, causing her to bite her lip. I moved my hand and placed it forward, but she stopped me with a kick of the knee.

"No."

***

Screaming fans flooded into the concert hall, holding glow sticks and wearing all their Melanie regalia. I was advised to sit in a balcony seat, so I don't "steal Melanie's spotlight." Like I could ever do that without her beauty.

I rested my chin in my hand and watched her creep on the stage, as the room erupted in cheers and hollers.

"This song..." She muffled into the microphone when the audience simmered down. "Kind of started my career. My oldest fans will know this one, so sing along if you will."

...

"I see things that nobody else sees..."

After the whole concert, the fans filed out of the building. Melanie and I once again hopped on the bus as the adventure continued.

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XX Katy