The Weight of Dreams || Greta Van Fleet

Chapter 61: Felt the Same

I couldn't believe it. I was really willingly going to be missing the Grammys, something I had dreamt of since I was a little girl, since I had picked up my first guitar. And deep down I wanted to question "and for what?" But I knew exactly 'for what.' A trophy on the shelf was nice, but he was the greatest thing I could ever win.

"You.. what?" He asked, his eyes going wide. I nodded, biting down on my lip unable to contain my grin.
"This is important to you, and.. I want to be there for you. I want to see you play and.. I want you to be the superstar for once." I laughed. He held his stare on me, as if still unable to believe what I was saying. Part of me couldn't believe it either, but I knew it was what I had to do.

"But.. this is important to you. I.. I don't want you to-"
"Jake, I'm going with you." I said. He stopped, eventually reaching over and caressing my face.
"You really want to do this?" He asked. I nodded, leaning in closer. "Because.. I understand if.. I just.. I want you to know-" I then cut him off, pulling him into a long kiss.
"I've made up my mind." I assured him. "I want to be there with you, and.. I want to meet your family, and see where you grew up and.. experience everything that made you.. you. You've been there for me this whole time, now I want to be there for you." I reached down, grabbing his hand and gave it our customary three squeezes.

I'm going because I love you.

His eyes instantly lit up, his smile growing as he pulled me into another passionate kiss. I'd like to think that he always knew what I meant every time I squeezed his hand like that, hoping that one day it would ease us both into finally admitting those three terrifying words, despite how badly we had both fallen into them.

"Then I can't wait."

A Week Later

"I can't believe tonight is the last night before we go home." Josh said, plopping down on the couch next to me. We had already begun celebrating, them far more than me, a collection of empty glasses now filling the table in front of us. I couldn't help but giggle, leaning in closer to him as he wrapped his arm around me.
"And I can't believe you're coming with us! It's gonna be like culture shock for you." He laughed. I playfully rolled my eyes, reaching over for another glass of champagne.
"Oh, shut up. No it is not." I sighed, taking a big sip.

But deep down, I wasn't entirely sure. As the day got closer, I got more and more nervous about what it would actually be like where they grew up, constantly worrying about how I would fit in with their family. Everyone already had their own opinions of me. I just hoped that they hadn't formed theirs before they even got to meet me.

My eyes then shot over towards the bathroom door as Jake made his way out, smirking at me before shooting Josh a look.
"Alright, alright.." He said, coming over and squeezing in-between us. "Make room." I couldn't help but laugh, cuddling closer, loving when he got a little jealous. He moved his hand over onto my leg, leaning in, kissing my cheek. I could already feel my head start to spin, my body getting hot the longer he had his hands on me, wanting nothing more than to just be alone with him.

"Alright, before you two get too comfortable, Jake and I still need to sound check." Josh said, pushing himself up from the couch, motioning towards the door. Jake sighed, playfully rolling his eyes before leaning in, puckering his lips to me. My heart jumped, pulling him into a quick kiss.
"I'll see you later." I mouthed to him. He nodded, hesitating for a moment before finally following Josh.

I watched as he made his way towards the door, stopping and giving me another subtle grin before making his way down the hallway. Before I could say anything, Sam shot Danny a look, to which he smirked back at him, nodding and following them towards the stage.