I sink into the sofa, yawning. Last night was so great. But I am so tired.
"Uh huh," Kevin says into his phone. He's talking to the record label. "Yeah. Cool. Thank you. We'll get right on it. Bye, sir."
He turns to me with a huge grin on his face.
"Great news, they saw your show last night and they want you to come on tour with us and be our support act!" he says. Oh joy.
"Um, no thanks," I say. "I'd rather eat my own vomit then live on a tour bus with you and a load of sweaty men for months on end. Ew."
"But," I say. "Before you go it would be cool if you did a show at school with me."
"Fine," Joe says. He and Kevin are pretending like they've done nothing wrong. They think I'll forgive them just as easy as I forgave Nick. Nuh-uh. Wrong.
I'm sat on Joe's bed and we're busy choosing songs.
"You have to do Paranoid and S.O.S," I say. They nod.
"And you have to do Tim McGraw and Should've Said No," Kevin says. I nod.
"Rachel could do Miley's part in Before The Storm," Nick suggests. "And Demi's part in On The Line."
"And I could do all the parts in Send It On," I joke, pretending to be running around swapping characters. All three boys laugh.
"No, I'm serious Ray," Nick says. He looks smaller again.
"Hmm," I say, staring him down. He gets up and leaves the room, sighing.
He thinks I'm obsessed with the idea that he might be sick. I'm not, am I?
I didn't think so.
"What's up?" Kevin asks.
"Um, haven't you noticed Nick at all lately?" I ask.
"Not really," they say.
"Well, he's probably sick again and he won't admit it," I say.
"Ro, he's not gonna be that sick again. We obviously know more about diabetes than you," Joe laughs.
"Oh shut up!" I snap, storming out of the room.
"Whoa, Ro. Wait," Kevin says.
"No. You never listen to me! Do you ever think that I could be right?" I ask.
No answer. "Well one of these days, you're going to regret what you did."
"Huh?" I hear Joe whisper to Kevin as I go. I sigh and slam my bedroom door.
"Stupid brothers," I mutter.