Finding Grace

Andys POV

I sprinted toward the stage, and made it there with a few minutes to spare.
All the guys were looking at me, brows raised as if they knew exactly where I'd been as I jumped the stairs onto the backstage.
"So how's Leah?" Jake asked, his eyes flicking to my hair. "We didn't really get to talk."
"Good," I muttered, feeling my face redden slightly as I tried to fix the mess she'd made of it.
"Is that a hickey?" Ashley frowned at my throat, and I turned away, clearing my throat.
"We're almost up, right?" I asked, wanting to change the subject.
Leah had surprised the hell out of me, she normally would have died at the thought of what we'd just done when anyone could walk in; maybe she was coming out of her shell a little more.
I grinned.
I could completely deal with that. "Yeah. You got two minutes," Jinxx chuckled at me. "You just barely made it, we were starting to worry. Even CC didn't know where you were. "
"I didn't even know they were here yet." I shrugged apologetically.
"Yeah, me either." CC frowned.
"I think I saw Vale talking to Cerulli as I ran by." I told him, zipping my jeans quickly when I realized I'd missed them.
Where was my belt?
Fuck.
How did I manage to forget half my clothes?
"Well at least we know you guys are good," Jake laughed as we stepped closer to the front of the stage.
"She definitely claimed her territory," CC agreed with him.
I rolled my eyes at the guys, nodding at We Came As Romans as they left the stage.
"Ready guys?"
"Always."

Notes

Like for real how did he forget most of his clothes? Not that I personally would have an issue with him coming out on stage half naked.
or naked really.
but that's just me.