We pulled into the hotel parking lot and had to wait while their body guard “The Park-Man” checked us in. There were about eight girls walking out of the hotel and staring wide-eyed at the bus. I looked at their t-shirts and bright colored jeans that scream DB fans. One of them let out a scream and the boys who had been busy looking through DVDs to take into the hotel, looked up. Trey sauntered over to the window near me and looked out. No one but me noticed how close he was to me. I could smell him. My stomach was doing that fluttering thing again.
“Hey guys, we should go talk to them.” He said. He grabbed my hand for a split second to pull me towards the Park-man who had just walked in. When he let go, we both looked at each other. It took all of my energy to look away. Park-man escorted Dizz and me into the hotel. I tried not to think about the girls outside with Trey. I tried not to think of pretty much everything, actually. All I need to focus on now is showering.