"Today has been the absolute longest day of my life," Hannah complained as she lay in her bed on her bus.
Unlike the Black Friday bus, she actually got to have her own bedroom. It was one of the perks of being a solo artist. It made Skyping easier.
"Yeah, how so?" Garrett asked as he scratched his chest. He sat in front of her shirtless, and she thought that was plain unfair. Since their night in the hotel room, she had become obsessed with his arms and chest, finding herself searching for images of him with no shirt on every time she was bored or online.
She sighed. "Just one of those days, ya know? I had a lot of stuff to do today with not a lot of downtime, but it still felt like it took forever. And I got my first haters."
"Haters? What do you mean?" he asked, his eyebrows scrunchi
