CREED'S POV:
I fumble with the temperature controls.
Seriously, I swear this van is stuffy. At least if the others had joined us in the van, I wouldn't be stuck in bloody London traffic alone with Nona and Crimson.
This is a disaster waiting to happen and not just because Nona and Crimson aren't talking. No. This is going to be disastrous because I'm sitting in a f*cking car with the girl I want to f*ck and the girl I once f*cked on a drunken night out.
I should have grabbed Ziggy and forced him to join us. But I couldn't do that, not when his little face lit up like a f*ckin' light bulb at the mere idea of sitting next to Clo.
It's not like Crimson and I dated or anything. We just f*cked. I was drunk. She was drunk. It was the night of our very first gig. I was high as a kite on bloo
