Free Catch My Breath by M. J. O’Shea Page B

think we’re serious?”
    “Of course not,” Webb answered. “It’s all just fun. And even if they did, who cares? It’ll keep ’em watching and waiting for something to happen.”
    “I’d better text Felicia.” Tate sank onto the arm of the couch and started tapping frantically on his phone. His face turned even redder when it beeped about thirty seconds later.
    Reece chuckled. “Does she hate me?”
    “No,” Tate mumbled.
    “What did she say?” Reece wandered over to look at Tate’s phone.
    “Nothing.” Tate tried to stick his phone in his pocket.
    “Oh hell no. That is not a ‘nothing’ face. Give it here.” Reece lunged for Tate’s phone, and after a few minutes of scrabbling, he managed to get it out of his hands. When he read the text, Reece shouted out a laugh and flopped back on the couch.
    “What did Felicia say?” Webb asked, laughing.
    “She said she’s ‘Team Rate’. She wants to see us kiss!” Reece lunged for Tate and smothered his face in jokey kisses. Tate laughed, squealed, and blushed, pushing at Reece until he let up.
    “You’re a dumbass,” Tate said, still laughing.
    “You still love me,” Reece said. He wrapped his arms around Tate’s neck in a choking hug.
    Tate detangled himself. “’Course I do.”
    Danny shook his head at his bandmates and looked back down at his laptop. It seemed like every time he refreshed, his follower count had jumped up by hundreds. He was sure he’d get tired of looking eventually, but he just couldn’t believe how many people out there were watching him and his new best friends act like morons with each other. It was just unbelievable. What had started at a few hundred right after the episode had gone up to a thousand, two thousand…. He had no idea where they’d all come from. Danny had tons of mentions in his feed. People joking with him about swimsuits and asking him to get kissing pics of Tate and Reece, comments about pickle sizes that made even him blush, which wasn’t easy. He wondered how long it would be before the pickle joke rode out. In retrospect it probably wasn’t the best thing he could’ve said. He had to reply to some of the tweets though. Didn’t want people to think he was ignoring them. He picked a few that weren’t quite as… blatant as some of the others.
     
StaticFan#1 @Rateisgreat
@DannyBoy94 You should come visit me. I’m from the pickle capital of the south. We have lots of samples ;)
Danny Bright @DannyBoy94
@Rateisgreat Haha!! I would but I’m very selective about my pickles. Right @EPriceisRight and @TheWebbinator?
     
    It didn’t take long before he heard Elliot’s laugh ringing from upstairs. His computer pinged.
     
Elliot Price @EPriceisRight
@DannyBoy94 @Rateisgreat Yes. He’s VERY Selective ;) Hold on. I’ll be downstairs in a minute….
     
     
    “H OW many followers are you up to now?” Danny asked a few days later when he came into the sitting room where Elliot was messing around on his laptop during a break from filming.
    They’d had to do an obstacle course against the team of OCD and Chris Collins earlier, which was fine for a few of them. Of course, Elliot had tripped and landed on his face in the sandpit, though. Poor baby. And Webb? Danny chuckled to himself. It was a good thing Webb had a gorgeous voice and a pretty face. Sports weren’t his thing.
    “Not sure how many I’m up to. I’d have to check. It was like ten thousand last time I looked. Crazy huh?”
    “I can’t believe that many people care about what we have to say.”
    Elliot clicked on his Twitter icon and looked at his screen to check how many followers he had.
    “Oh my God .” Elliot’s eyes flew wide open. He put his face in one hand and laughed. The other hand shot out to cover as much of his laptop’s screen as possible.
    “What is it this time?” Danny leaned over and tried to push Elliot’s hand off the screen. It took a bit of a battle, but he finally succeeded.
    #DannylikesElliotsPickle was