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cynicallystiles · 6 years ago

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Beach Sunrises: Ruin

Author: @cynicallystiles

Warning: Mostly angst, but hey there’s slight fluff at the end. Cursing, embarrassment, yadda yadda.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Summary: While on tour one day, Shawn sees a woman watching the sunrise by herself. Thinking that he’ll never see her again, he tries to forget as he goes on with the rest of his day. But, serendipity seems to have other ideas…

Notes: Yo, this is hella late. But, like I’ve been so busy adjusting to college and I’ve already had a minor emotional breakdown this week! But, I persevered (for now)! But, this is hella long and I actually maybe like it? ONLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT AFTER THIS FOR THE SERIES. PLEASE REBLOG OR COMMENT if you like it! I always welcome messages and asks about my work! Enjoy!

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Part 10 Part 12

Words: 10,435

First P.O.V.

You know, I wasn't all that sure at first about Nick letting me use him as a distraction. It felt wrong...like, really wrong because I didn't know where it was gonna go or if I was ever gonna get over Shawn. And Nick is the sweetest guy I've ever met. So that made it feel triply wrong. But, he insisted and I'll admit that it didn't take me much convincing.

I mean, how often do incredibly sweet, funny, smart, and attractive guys give you permission to use them as a distraction? And without expecting it to become more than that once you've healed up some. Not a lot, that's how many.

It's true, he didn't push me to make it a real relationship. He lets me set the pace and respects my decisions. When you're with a guy that amazing...it's hard to set boundaries for yourself on whether or not you're really ready to start a new relationship. Which is why I didn't mean to elevate us to a couple...it just happened.

I can't say that I mind because I love being with him. It was easy to become close to him and forget about Shawn. But, people finding out about us was kind of my fault. I've been so out of my shell lately and more confident that I don't really keep all my secrets that guarded. If someone wants to know something, I'll happily tell them if I feel like it.

So while we were in New Zealand, I had been asked to go on the radio show The Edge NZ and I asked if Nick could come along. At the beginning, it was more about the documentary and when it'd be coming out and what everyone could expect. Stuff like that. Then, they wanted to play a question game that I, unfortunately, agreed to.

It was a game they invented for Shawn a few years ago called Please, Have Mercy on Me. In his version, they attached electric clamps to a shirtless guy and every time Shawn refused to answer a question, the guy got shocked. Well, I just felt really bad about getting someone else shocked so I insisted that the clamps go on my index fingers. I'm not scared of a little electricity.

The questions are a mixed bag of random facts about me that people want to know and more personal and intimate questions that they thought I would be reluctant to answer. I was in such a carefree mood that I slipped up toward the middle of the interview.

"Alright! We'll start out with an easy one...what is your worst habit?"

I clear my throat and lean closer to the microphone. "Ummm...I pick and scratch a lot."

"What do you mean by that?" He inquires.

I shrug. "Like...I pick at acne a lot, which is why I have scars. And my legs itch a lot after hair removal so sometimes I'll literally scratch until I break skin...it's really bad," I chuckle.

"Sounds like it! Onto the next one...how old were you when you lost your v-plates?" He questions.

"Oh, man. Straight for the dirty details," I laugh. "Okay. Um...seventeen," I admit.

He chuckles, "Late bloomer are ya?"

"Just really picky. Should've been pickier, to be honest," I confess.

He ponders my answer before moving on. "That seems like a good segway into...what is the number of sexual partners you've had?"

"Three," I say simply.

His eyebrows shoot up. "Just three? You're twenty-two, correct?" I nod and remember that it's a radio show so I say yes. "You've only been with three people. Wow, that's just hard to believe," he rambles.

"Why's that?" I quirk my eyebrows at the comment.

He shrugs. "Nothing, it's just that there are people younger than you who probably have a really high number and don't answer the question," he informs me.

I nod my head slowly. "People with high numbers at young ages are usually serial hook uppers. Not that I'm judging...I'm just saying that my number is low because despite what some people say," I take a deep breath, "I am serious about that part of my life."

"Roger that," he says clearly uncomfortable at my icy statement. I look at Nick who is trying to contain his amusement at me snapping on the guy. I shoot him a playful glare as the guy continues. "I gotta say, this game isn't very interesting if you don't get shocked."

I shrug as a confident smile comes to my lips. "I'm an open book," I challenge.

"Maybe this one will get you...who is the rudest celebrity you've ever met?" He leans forward in anticipation.

I relax further into my chair as I look at Nick. "I dunno...that one over there could definitely use some manners," I giggle. He chuckles at my antics. "But, in all seriousness...I've only met like a handful of celebs and no one's really been rude to me, per se. If I had to pick someone that was the least nice, I would probably pick Camila Cabello."

"Ooo, juicy. Do tell why," he insists.

I roll my eyes. "There's not much I can say. I met her once for like three seconds and she barely acknowledged my existence," I inform him. "She was a little preoccupied so I can't blame her."

"I think you're the first person to answer that question."

"I'm not looking for drama but I'm not backing out and getting shocked by a fetish toy," I laugh.

He nods appreciatively. "Fair enough. This one might get you shocked," he giggles excitedly. "What's the oldest lover you've had?"

"Twenty...four?" I say with a look of concentration as I do the math. "No! Babe, you turned twenty-five in March right? Yeah? Okay, twenty-five. Final answer," I chuckle.

The room falls silent as everyone has surprised and amused looks on their faces. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"Twenty-five...why?" I ask as I look at Nick, genuinely not knowing what everyone was gawking at. But when I see a look of nervousness on his face it hits me.

"You just asked Nick to confirm his age...which means you've hooked up with him recently!" He laughs and my face turns red.

I swallow and lean closer to the mic again. "Next question, please," I say lowly before bursting into laughter.

"I think we all know the answer to this next one...who was the last celebrity you kissed?" He smirks.

Too late to go back now. "Obviously that snack sitting over there," I chuckle.

"Alright and last question coming up...what celeb would you love to hook up with?"

I scoff. "Easy one...Ni-"

"Ah! Besides your boyfriend over there," he challenges.

My eyes flick from the interviewer to Nick. They both look genuinely curious. I swallow the lump in my throat as I take a deep breath and release it. "I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one...so go on and shock me," I say as I close my eyes and wait for the pain.

It actually didn't hurt that bad because it was the first one I didn't answer. So the voltage was on low and it felt more like a tiny little zap. Anyway, news of my interview slip up spread like wildfire throughout both of our fanbases and I didn't mind at all.

There's no reason to be ashamed of the fact that we're together in whatever way. We're both adults and we can do as we please. When we all got back to the states, it was really interesting. Like, I was surprised by the fact that people were actually not prying that much into our relationship or the nature of it.

I have to say we did have one weird experience while we were in Seattle, Nick's hometown. On a day off from Hailee's shows, he took me to the Space Needle since I'd never been. While we were waiting in line, a fan literally started yelling across the distance something about 'mom and dad'. I turned to Nick with a bewildered look and we both couldn't contain our laughter. Fans are super weird, but also super awesome.

August came quicker than I expected. It's hard to keep track of time when I'm so busy with work. But, also because I'm enjoying all my time with Nick. Sometime in April, he had gotten an offer for an amazing movie role. They shot some of the scenes before he left with us on tour, but he has to go back at the end of August to finish it.

At the end of July, I was contacted about doing another interview. This time, it was for The Late Late Show. And I have to say I'm pretty freaking excited about it. James is hilarious and I wouldn't want to do my American interview debut with anyone else. I was supposed to go in on some day during the first week or so of August. I'm not really keeping track of specific dates.

So, I get there sometime in the morning to shoot the interview. Which I was really shocked for some reason to find out that it wasn't actually filmed at night. Like, I just could not wrap my head around it. I arrived in a car with Nick and Hailee. As I got out, I moved to kiss Nick goodbye.

"I guess I'll see you later," I grin at him.

He quirks an eyebrow at me. "Um, no. We're staying," he chuckles. "Didn't anyone tell you that I'm the second guest and Hailee is performing?"

"I guess not...this is even more exciting then!" I squeal as they get out of the car and I walk hand in hand with Nick to the lot.

Once we checked in, they separated us all to get our hair and makeup done. The nice people did my makeup simply and put beach waves in my hair. We got to wear our own outfits so Nick wore something chill like he always does. Basic jeans rolled up at the bottom to show off his boots and a plain tee under an unbuttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up. There's something sexy about how down to earth he is.

I'm kind of the same as him in that way. I like dressing up when the occasion calls for it, but most of the time I just want to be comfortable. So I wore light blue, high-waisted ankle skinny jeans and some simple black and white sneakers. I also chose a loose, white, and hardly see-through tank top that barely outlined my black push-up bra. My shirt has a cool watercolor painting of a mom and baby gorilla and the front is tucked into my jeans.

I wasn't told about anything special happening besides an interview and maybe participating in one of his games. But, I was still on edge because James is notorious for bringing up embarrassing things.

They've already put us all in our own dressing rooms which is driving up my anxiety. Nick is to be announced first in the Orange Room, then me in the Blue, and lastly, Hailee in the Red as the musical guest. I'm pacing around, unable to relax when I get a text.

Nick: Quite pacing! You're gonna make a rut in the floor lol

I quickly respond.

Me: How do you know I'm pacing?

Nick: Because you're you😜

Me: Ugh, you're annoying...

This is taking too long. I open my door and check the hallway to see if it's clear. When I find that it is, I sneakily run down the hallway and lightly knock on his dressing room door. He opens it, full celebrity smile on and then sees me.

"Y/n, I didn't know you got a job with The Late Late Show," he teases.

I roll my eyes at him. "Har, har," I mock him before quickly looking around. "Are you gonna let me in or not?"

He squints at the ceiling in concentration as if he's thinking really hard about it. I scoff, turning around to leave when he grabs my hand and pulls me inside. Once the door is closed, his hands find a home just below my ears as he leans down for a lingering kiss.

All of my jitters melted away right into that kiss as my hands grab fistfuls of his shirt and he backs me up into the door. It amazes me how he can always make a kiss feel both electric and soothing at the same time. One of his hands finds the small of my back and applies pressure.

I hum into the kiss as we make our way further into the dressing room and fall onto the couch. My hands pull him back to me by the nape of his neck before gripping the roots of his hair. His hands wander under my shirt and his fingers make my skin burn everywhere they graze. We both completely forget about everything else but each other.

Until a knock sounds at the door.

We break apart and look at the door. The knock happens again, this time louder. Shit. We both look back at each other and burst into laughter as he gets up quickly and we move to the door. I stand behind it as he cracks it open, a shy and mischievous smile on his face.

"Nick! What's up, buddy? Took a minute to answer...we thought you might've been kidnapped," James jokes from his place on stage.

I hear Nick laugh nervously. I can't help but mess with him as I quietly lean up and place a kiss on the fingers that are on this side of the door. He wiggles them before moving them higher on the door where I can't reach.

"Uh," he chuckles, "yeah, sorry about that I was just doing some relaxation techniques to get rid of some nerves."

There's a pause and a little laughter from the crowd so I can assume that James is making a funny face. "Relaxation techniques, huh? Is that what they're calling it these days?"

"What, uh...what do you mean?" He asks, clearly guilty.

"You've got a bit of lipgloss smudged on your lip, mate," James points out.

I don't have to see his face to know that he's gone beet red. Biting my lip to contain my laughter, I let my head fall forward and it bumps the door. I lift it back up quickly, my laughter just barely being contained.

Nick clears his throat. "Oh, really? Man must've gotten messed up when I was eating that sandwich a minute ago. I'll have to go redo it now...see ya later," he laughs as he slowly closes the door.

As soon as the door is closed, I take the opportunity of James introducing me to open the door and run down the hallway at full speed. Just as I can hear him finishing up my intro, I can see the assistant about to knock on my door. I skid to a stop right in front of her and rush inside.

Not a second later, there's a knock. I open it up and rest against the doorframe nonchalantly. Although, I'm panting like crazy from the sprint. "Oh...hey James! How's it goin'?" I begin the little rehearsed spiel, but James has other ideas.

"Y/n! You, uh...you seem a little out of breath there," he snickers.

I clear my throat and take a final deep breath to subdue the panting. "Nah, I'm good. Just doing some jumping jacks to work out my extra energy," I explain falsely.

He eyes me suspiciously. "Y/n, you are aware that we all just saw you run into your room before we knocked? Yes?"

"Oh, um," my eyes widen and then I scoff playfully. "You caught me! I had to go to the bathroom since my dressing room doesn't have one...I'm a little offended, James."

He doesn't take my bait to change the subject. "You've got a little..." James says as he touches his upper lip with his finger. I brush my thumb over where he's indicating and feel the smudged lip gloss. "Anything you want to tell us?" He raises an eyebrow comically.

I make an over-exaggerated thinking face before looking back at the camera innocently. "Not that I can think of...I really should do some of those jumping jacks though! I'll see you out there," I wave as I close the door slowly while he tries to continue talking.

A short time later we come out to the stage for the game that we're supposed to be participating in. "Alright, ladies and gentleman! Tonight's game was a bit of a challenge to figure out because we seem to have a diva among us," James teases as he unsubtly nods his head to me.

I mock being offended as Nick chuckles beside me. "I'm sorry that you have such a limited selection, James," I joke back. Nick 'ooo's' beside me and it's James' turn to mock being offended.

"Well, we can't do a riff-off..."

"Because neither I nor Nick are singers," I point out.

"And we can't do Nuzzle Whaaa?..."

"Because I know you're gonna make me stick my face into something that I'm scared of! The last one I watched had snakes!! Nuhhuh," I shake my head as a shiver runs through me at the thought.

He chuckles and continues, "So that leaves...Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts!"

"I have a really weak stomach, but it's a good thing I'm honest," I laugh.

"But there's a twist! We're doing a couples' edition just for the two of you," he announces.

My mouth falls open in shock and amusement. "Ohh," I chuckle. "I can't wait to hear the rules," I say sarcastically.

The crowd roars and we go sit around the table.

Third P.O.V.

Ever since Shawn saw the photos of y/n and Nick together, he's been a moping mess. He's been obsessively following everything he can about her for the past few weeks. And to make matters worse it's his 22nd birthday, which he thought he was going to be able to spend with her.

So, when Shawn read the tweet about her and Nick and Hailee all being on The Late Late Show...of course he stayed up to watch it. James started out by introducing them as this summer's hottest trio and then singularly introduced them. Shawn knew it wouldn't be easy to watch them even be next to each other. But to have them be so blatant about their relationship threw him off.

She was obviously in his dressing room and they were doing god only knows what before the introduction. What makes Shawn's teeth grit and his skin hot is that she doesn't seem to even be remotely hurting anymore. How could that be? She told him that he was only the second serious relationship she'd been in and yet he was the one devastated.

They dated for six months, they were intimate, and the second Shawn fucks up...she jumps into bed with Nick. He just can't fathom it. As he continued watching the show, they got to the game segment of Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. But, it's a couples' edition so the rules are a little different.

As they settled into their seats and took in the items in front of them, James explained the rules. "So, how it works is I'll ask each of you a question about the other and if you can't answer it you have to eat what I've chosen...you'll get to ask me questions about my wife and my family in return..."

"Sounds easy enough," she speaks enthusiastically as she shimmies her shoulders excitedly. She looks at Nick adoringly and he returns it. Shawn's stomach twists in its place.

James interrupts their loving gazes. "But! All of the foods have an aphrodisiac spin...and if either of you doesn't want the other to answer...you can eat the food for them! But you only get to save them once."

Both of their faces contort in a strange mix of disgust and intrigue as they chuckle. With one final look at each other, they turn back to James. "Bring it on, man," Nick challenges.

The questions start out sort of easy, but both y/n and Nick are determined to beat James at his own game so they're being pretty honest. "Guys! This game is no fun if you don't eat something gross!" James whines.

"Well," she quirks an eyebrow up sassily. "I guess you'll have to ask harder questions.

James nods approvingly. "Well, alright then..."

He spins the table, trying to choose what to give Nick to eat. He positions the oyster juice in front of him and he scrunches his nose as the smell hits him. Shawn smirks to himself. He hopes he has to drink it.

"So, Nick...out of these animals, which is y/n not afraid of: crickets, turtles, frogs, or spiders?" James asks.

Nick starts laughing nervously. And y/n looks down at her lap as she laughs uncontrollably. Her animal fears are the strangest ones Shawn has ever heard of, but he knows the correct answer. James notices her wheezing in laughter and he begins to do it as well.

"Uh..." Nick says, "I'm gonna have to go with turtles. Who's afraid of turtles right?" He asks jokingly as he looks at James. She slowly raises her hand and James points to her. "Really?" He shakes his head as he picks up the cup and takes a disgusting sip. He shakes his head at the taste as he sets it back down. "Please get her back for that."

She giggles as James turns the table to have the strawberry and salmon ice cream in front of her. Her smile fades and she visibly gags. "Oh! This is gonna be worse than Charlie's reaction if I have to eat that!"

"This one might get you in some hot water if you answer...how many of Nick's movies have you actually seen?" He giggles maniacally.

She blinks for a moment before answering. "I believe I've seen five," she admits. James' face goes still.

"I can't believe you answered that," he says in awe.

She shrugs. "If you think that's gonna get me in some hot water then I'd hate to hear what you think will start a fight," she chuckles.

The game continues and she still hasn't eaten anything. Nick and James have had their fair share. All Shawn can think about is how he wouldn't have to eat anything because he knows everything about her. "Nick, I think it's time to get her don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree," he nods with a silly smile. Together they agree to set the honey covered crickets in front of her.

She frowns in distaste. "Ugh, two things I hate."

"You what?? You hate honey?" She nods at the same time Shawn does from his living room. "You are weird! This next one will get you, I know it will...is Nick the first celebrity you've hooked up with?"

She takes a deep breath. Looking between the crickets and Nick. Although, Nick already knows the answer. It's a matter of whether or not she wants the world to know. She shakes her head at the crickets and opens her mouth to answer. Shawn and James are on the edge of their seats.

"Well-"

She's interrupted by Nick reaching over and grabbing a cricket and throwing it in his mouth. He grimaces as he chews. "Nick! What the hell was that?? We were finally gonna get her!" James exclaims.

"Actually," he says as he swallows, "she was gonna answer and I don't think she should have to. So now I can say that I've eaten a cricket covered in honey!"

James frowns. "I have one last question for her...and you just used your only save. She'll have to eat or tell the truth," he rubs his hands together excitedly.

"Go for it..." she says nervously.

He has the evilest smirk on his face and she knows he has a question that will get her. James turns the chocolate covered chili peppers in front of her. She frowns as she lets out a little whimper.

"So, y/n...back at the Grammy awards over a year and a half ago when you attended with Shawn, he kissed you when he won his category..."

Her eyes widen and her nervous demeanor turns into uneasiness for a whole different reason. "Oh, god," she mumbles before covering her face, clearly knowing where this is going. Shawn almost chokes on his water at the mention of his name.

"...who...between Shawn and Nick is the better kisser?" He finishes and throws the card in the air in triumph. She's still as a rock as she contemplates her choice. In her mind, they're so different but are equally good. That might be a little lie...

She swallows hard. "Am I allowed to say neither?" She asks shyly.

"Depends on your reasoning..."

She picks at her nails in her lap as she avoids everyone's eyes. Nick's, James', the audience, hell even the camera. "Um...because I feel like they were the same on the level of good, even though they're so different..." she says quietly.

"That's bulls**t. I don't believe it one bit...one of them has to be just a smidge higher than the other," James challenges, an amused smirk on his face.

She clenches her jaw, clearly not happy about the question. Steeling herself, she quickly reaches up and takes a bite of the pepper and chews quickly. The crowd bursts into chaos as she chews and James is losing his shit.

"Oh my god!!! YOU ATE THE F*****G PEPPER!!" He wheezes in between laughs. When she swallows, she chugs her milk with a pained expression. Nick claps beside her, clearly not phased by her not wanting to answer. He knows deep down that she's still not over Shawn, and he's okay with that. He can't blame her for not moving on quickly from her first real love.

The segment cuts out for a commercial. Shawn leans back in his seat. So, Nick knows about them. He didn't think y/n was the type to disclose that if it wasn't important. As Shawn thinks about that, the show comes back on and they come down the stairs to the couch.

Nick sits closest to James and y/n sits on his left where his arm is slung around her. His thumb is lightly tracing patterns on her exposed shoulder. First, they talk about the new movie Nick is working on and then they throw in some questions about Hailee's documentary.

Of course, the questions shift back to their relationship. "So...when did the two of you actually first meet?"

"It was at a, uh...a birthday party," Nick answers and y/n nods with a smile.

James furrows his eyebrows. "Might I ask, whose birthday party?" Shawn has a feeling that James already knew the answer, he just wants to see them squirm.

"It was Shawn's," she says plainly, no emotion in her voice. Either she really had moved on or she was covering up something. Shawn couldn't tell which. But as he watches the screen, he finally gets a good look at her shirt. He couldn't see it before because of how high the table seemed next to her, but he could see it now. It was the tank top he bought her from their trip to the Toronto Zoo. His heart aches at remembering that amazing day.

James nods thoughtfully. "Ah, Shawn. He's a favorite here on The Late Late Show...and if I'm not mistaken...it's his twenty-second birthday today," he says theatrically. She bites on her bottom lip hard and briefly, looks down at her lap before pursing her lips together. "Do the two of you want to give a quick shoutout in case he's watching?"

Nick says a polite 'Happy Birthday' and then all eyes turn to y/n. She closes her eyes momentarily and she opens them as she lifts her head up and smiles politely. "Happy Birthday, Shawn! I hope you actually remember this one," she says that line with biting sarcasm and a hint of shade.

There's a twinge of old guilt that flares up in his heart at her words. He's apologized for that and she accepted it. She's clearly just upset that everyone keeps bringing him up. James notices the ice in her remark.

"I would say that it's getting hot in here but clearly you have enough shade to keep us all cool," he jokes and she laughs at her own pettiness. "I have been meaning to ask...what happened between the two of you? You haven't been seen together since the week the music videos released and your interaction on Insta has been nothing but crickets...pun intended, y/n," he chuckles. "Did you have a falling out or?"

She flips some hair off of her shoulder and slightly leans into Nick for support. He tightens his hand around her shoulder and it makes Shawn sick. He's supposed to be the one giving her support in interviews, not be the reason that she needs it from another guy.

"No...we didn't have a falling out," she lies. "I know that comment might have seemed like we're on the outs but the truth is..." she shrugs dismissively and if you look closely you can see the sadness in her eyes. Her eyes flicker to the camera momentarily as her fingers play with the word on her necklace anxiously.

"People get careers and they don't always have time for each other and they grow apart. With both of us having time-consuming ones like being a rock star...” she smiles wistfully to herself as she continues, “or following celebrities around the globe...it's doubly hard to make time for each other. It's sad but it happens," she explains. "But, I still love him and I'll always be his biggest fan no matter where either of us is. Shawn, I wish you all the best and know that I'm always rooting for you," she finishes as she looks at the camera.

Shawn smiles sadly as he listens to her words. Her words sounded practiced at the beginning. But as they progressed, he could see the struggle in her eyes under the shine of the tears that want to drip. She blinks to conceal them but that doesn't stop Shawn from seeing how much pain she's really in. The softest quiver in her voice when she said she still loves him struck something inside of him.

He wants to hope that she was trying to say that she wants him back. But, she has Nick. So, Shawn turns the TV off and goes to his room. He takes his ring off and tosses it on the dresser as he always does before going to bed. But, this time it bounced too far and slid between the wall and the dresser.

Sighing, he walks over and pulls it away from the wall slightly. When he reaches down to feel for his ring, he also finds a hard plastic case. He retrieves them both and looks at the cracked case under his lamp. His heart begins pounding in his chest as he sees the familiar handwriting on the CD inside.

For Shawn,

With Love, Your Muse

He immediately grabs his laptop and puts it in before waiting anxiously as it loads. After a few agonizing minutes, the window pops up and he clicks play while turning up the volume all the way. Within the first two strums of the guitar, he knows exactly what song it is. Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur. She always joked that that could be their song because of how he took care of her the night they met.

Shawn's heart beats heavily as he watches the video. It's clearly her handiwork. The pictures and small clips tell a story. Their story. Or more of her perspective of the relationship. What Shawn could tell from the way she edited it was that she was in awe of him. And also that she was insecure at first before he opened her up.

From that very first night all the way up to including some from her last week in Toronto. It started out mostly of just pictures she took of him when he was asleep or not looking or screenshots of his snaps. Then as they got closer, there were video messages from Shawn, clips of him talking about her...the works. Then when the summer festivals came there were more pics and vids of the two of them having fun. Falling in love.

He felt the tears form in his eyes and he didn't try to stop them as they rolled down his cheeks. How could he have been so blind? She loved him back the whole time. She was just afraid that something exactly like what he did would happen. The last few videos and pictures were from the music videos and her week with him and his family. Some of the pictures were when they both weren't looking and he knows that Aaliyah took them. She looked so happy and at home with him.

The video began to fade to black. As the last ten seconds of the song played, a small note from her was displayed. He paused it so he could read it.

No more hiding. Not from you, not from the world, and not from myself. I am completely and stupidly in love with you, Shawn Mendes. Please, don't make me regret it.

His heart literally stopped in his chest for a few seconds. She must've been working on this before the interview happened. The case is cracked and was behind his dresser. He assumes she threw it and forgot about it.

His mind races as it tries to put together the puzzle pieces that are her. The video...the Euterpe necklace...the questions she wouldn't answer in interviews...the shirt from one of their dates...Nick letting her not answer that question...what she said for his birthday just now...click.

She hasn't moved on. She's still in love with him! Which means that there's a chance he can still get her back. He just has to act quickly before she and Nick become permanent. He already has the perfect plan forming in his head and he'll be sure to work out the exact details on his flight.

Within a few days, he arrives at the Sunset Hotel. He walks up to the front desk to find Xander scrutinizing a log book. Shawn clears his throat and he looks up as his shoulders jump.

"God! You have to stop showing up unannounced like this," he says. Though he clutches his heart in surprise, his tone doesn't suggest any actual contempt for Shawn.

Shawn shrugs as he moves closer and leans his elbows on the desk. "I can still get her back," he announces with determination.

"Wow, straight to the point. No small talk...no 'hi, Xander. How have you been?'...nothing," Xander teases.

He sighs in return. "I'm on a schedule. I can only get her back if I move fast. So are you gonna help me or not? Your input is vital," he reiterates.

"Shawn," he sighs, "I told you I'm not playing wingman for you anymore..."

Shawn is about to argue when a voice catches both of their attention. "I'll help." They both turn to find Anna standing there shyly.

"Really?" Shawn's eyebrows shoot up and she nods. "You hate me, though. You never wanted me to be with her," he reminds her.

She shrugs with a look of shame. "Yeah, but I hurt her far more than you did. I know that she still loves you so I want to help. I want her to be happy," she says quietly.

"Okay, thank you," he answered. "Xander, if Anna is on board then surely you can help too?"

Anna nods and they both look at him with pleading eyes. "Don't make me regret this, Mendes," he conceded. "You either, Anna."

They both cheer silently as they all lean in together for the details of his plan. "Okay, so first things first...I need all the footage and photos of y/n that you can find. I'm talking baby photos and home videos straight up until as recent as you can get...steal them from her Insta page if you have to," he instructs.

"What are you gonna do?" Anna asks curiously.

He takes a deep breath as he runs his hand through his curls anxiously. "I have to make a couple calls to get a few more people on board...hopefully they say yes."

"And if they don't?" Xander ponders out loud.

Shawn shrugs as a look of urgency crosses his face. "They have to. The plan doesn't work without them," he admits.

As they break to do their respective tasks, Xander lets Shawn stay in y/n's room to make the calls. A few hours later, he has everyone on board except for one. The phone rings as Shawn paces her room waiting for the last piece of the puzzle to pick up.

It finally stops ringing as someone answers, "Hello, this is Hailee's phone." Shawn's breath catches at the voice he hasn't heard in person for months. "Hello?" She asks again as if maybe he couldn't hear her.

"Uh...yes, is Hailee available?" He asks, slightly lowering his voice in an attempt to disguise it.

There's a pause. "No...she's doing a soundcheck right now. Who is this?"

He clears his throat before sighing. "It's...Shawn..."

"Why didn't you just say so," she responds, her voice less enthusiastic than before.

"I didn't want to upset you...I didn't think you'd answer Hailee's phone," he says honestly.

Silence fills the line. "Y/n? Listen, I can call back-"

Something shifts around the microphone as if the phone is being moved and then it clears up with a new out of breath voice. "Hey, Shawn. It's Hailee, what's up?"

“Hailee? Is that you?” He double-checks.

She lets out a small laugh. “Yes...y/n said you were on the phone so I took a five. This is Shawn...right?” She giggles nonchalantly.

“Yes! Sorry, I’m just a little caught off guard...” he explains.

“Why would you be caught off-guard? You called me, remember?”

He sighs. “Right. I did do that. I just wasn’t expecting y/n to pick up your phone-“

“Did you need something or not?” She asks slightly irritated that he interrupted soundcheck to ask about her.

He clears his throat. “I did. I need your help to get y/n back,” he says determinately.

She scoffs. “Why the hell would I help you do that? I saw what you said in that interview...plus she’s happy now! Why on this Earth would I help you rip her away from that?”

“Because you know just as well as I do that she may be happy with Nick, but she doesn’t love him,” he answers. There’s a long pause on her end so Shawn continues. “You and I both know the brave and strong front she puts up. She looks happy and together...but she’s not. Nick is nothing but a distraction-“

She interrupts him frustratedly, “Enough, Shawn! Jeez...you’re wrong. She is happy with him. Maybe even precisely for the fact that he isn’t you. And you just can’t stand that you’re not the one who does it anymore-“

“Hailee, I would bet you everything I have including my life that if you look at her closely...you’ll see it. Pay attention to what she wears, what she says...what she does. Because I saw her interview a few days ago. She’s miserable. And so am I...so just...watch her and if you don’t see it then fine. But the plan doesn’t work without you,” he pleads.

She swallows the lump in her throat from his words. Was she really so willing to believe that her best friend was magically okay overnight? And that she had gotten over Shawn that quickly? It’s naive but she’s unwilling to admit that he deserves her back.

“My five minutes are up...see you around, Shawn,” she sighs as she hangs up the phone.

Shawn’s grip tightens on the phone but he wills himself to have hope. Hailee loves her. She will look out for the signs and when she sees them...it’s only a matter of time.

First P.O.V.

In the blink of an eye, the end of August finally arrives and Nick has to go back to LA to finish the movie he started. It’s our last day together, which Hailee gave me permission to take the day off of work for. So, we decided to walk around Las Vegas and be silly tourists together.

The whole day was amazing and it couldn’t have been more perfect. As the hours ticked closer to the time that he’d have to leave, I could feel myself dragging my feet. At the hotel, I watched as he rounded up all of his stuff that was intermingled with mine.

“Do you have to go right now?” I whine like a child.

He chuckles as he walks over and pulls me off the bed into one of his amazing hugs. “Sorry, babe. But, yes. If we want the movie to premiere next year, we gotta finish it by Christmas,” he mumbles into my hair.

“I know. I know. But, I’ll see you in LA for my birthday right?” I say as I nuzzle my head further into his chest and smell his intoxicating cologne.

He pulls away and retrieves something from his bag as he replies, “Actually...I wanted to give you your present early. That way you can wear it on the occasion.” He smiles that goofy lopsided smile that makes me melt.

My eyes widen as he holds out a velvet rectangular box. As my fingers click the lid open, my mouth parts in awe. “Nick...it’s beautiful...” I whisper.

The inside of the box displays a dainty silver chain that is home to a small ruby heart. “Please tell me this wasn’t expensive...” I warn him.

“Well, I can’t lie to you so I won’t say anything...” he teases. I playfully push at his chest before my awed expression dulls. “What’s wrong?” He says, the small smile never leaving his features.

I try to find the words, but I can’t. Or I can. I just don’t want to. I look at my feet in guilt as my fingers do what they always do when I’m nervous. They trace the letters on my necklace that hasn’t left my neck for any longer than a shower.

“Oh,” I can hear the slight disappointment in his voice. “It’s a good thing I kept the receipt...” he tries to joke.

I look up at him with eyes glistening. “I’m so sorry, Nick...” I begin but he shakes he shrugs his shoulder as he waves his hand dismissively.

“It’s fine, y/n. It really is,” he tries to downplay the hurt in his voice.

Grabbing his hand, I squeeze it and his puppy dog eyes meet mine. “It’s not fine. I tried to let go...I really did. You make me so so happy, but-“

“But, you don’t love me. You love him,” he finishes.

I nod as a tear escapes and leaves a warm trail down my cheek. “I really wanted to be with you...because you are the most amazing guy I’ve ever known...there’s just...something about being with Shawn that’s...different,” I explain with a wavering voice. “And I wish I didn’t...” I shake my head as more tears flow, “but, I love him. And I never stopped.”

Guilt and shame wash over me. I should’ve never agreed to use him. He deserves more than that. I let my gaze fall to the floor as I cry. I expect him to just walk out the door. But, he doesn’t. Instead, he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head soothingly.

“I knew when we started this that there was a possibility you’d go back to him. I don’t blame you for anything,” he assures me. “But, I’m glad I got to be with you for the time that I did. I don’t regret it and neither should you.”

I look up at him as I sniffle. How can he be so gracious about this? Before I can say anything else, he delicately places his lips on mine. They linger, just barely pressing against mine as I feel the warmth from him. As he parts from me, my breath staggers just a moment. Then, he places an even longer kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and try to contain my sadness, replacing it with all the happiness I had because of him.

His lips leave my skin and I keep my eyes closed as I hear him gather his things. My breathing picks up in a jagged pace and soon I hear the door close. I clamp my hand over my mouth as I open my eyes and find him gone. It was the right thing to do. That’s what I keep telling myself as I make my way back to the tour bus.

As soon as I enter, Hailee takes notice of my state. “Aw honey. It’s okay...you’ll see him in October...” she soothes as she hugs me.

“No,” I shake my head as I wipe at my eyes. “We broke up...”

She audibly gasps as she looks at me with worried eyes. “Why?? You guys were so happy!”

I flop down on the bed and hug a pillow. “Because I’m still in love with Shawn, and it’s wrong to keep using Nick like that,” I confess.

“Bu...” She silences herself as her brows knit together. “I have to go make a call real quick...will you be okay for like five minutes?”

I nod silently and she leaves. I’m so lost in my own despair that my brain didn’t register her strange behavior. In the following months, I still didn’t pick up on all her sketchy mannerisms. Making secret phone calls, not letting me answer her phone anymore...October rolled around and it got even worse.

We were trying to prepare for her LA show and she just kept being more and more secretive. Disappearing and acting jumpy. I chalked it up to the fact that my birthday coincided with her show and maybe she was planning a surprise for it. Someone should have told her that I usually hate them.

It’s the day of the LA show (also my 23rd birthday) and I’m running around making sure all of the photographers and camera crew have their assignments. This show is an important one because it’s the last one of the tour, so the show is going to be next level amazing.

Hailee bumps into me as I round a corner. “Oh! Hey, I was just looking for you!” She exclaims. I barely look up from my clipboard as I hum in acknowledgment. She snatches it from my grasp.

“Hey! I was just finishing that list for the show!”

She gives me a knowing smirk. “Delegation is a thing that’s allowed, ya know,” she informs me. I open my mouth to counter but she continues. “And before you argue, that’s not a request. Let someone else finish the list while you get changed and relax a little,” she demands politely.

“Why would I need to change?” I quirk my eyebrows in suspicion.

She looks up innocently. “No reason...just put on something nice! Now, hurry!!”

Groaning, I turn around and walk to the dressing room to do as she says. I find a black satin dress with a light purple flower print on it. The thin straps create an apron neckline and it’s backless, while the hem goes to my mid-thigh. I match it with a pair of black heels that have straps that criss-cross around my calves.

I do simple makeup and my hair is still wavy from earlier today when I curled it. Annoyed, I walk back out to the side of the stage where Hailee has begun her introduction. I try to grab the clipboard from someone but they tell me Hailee said I’m not allowed to have it.

I cross my arms as I watch her pump up the crowd. “I’m glad y’all are having a great time!! Before we get started...” I hear her say and my attention snaps toward the stage. She looks at me and I shake my head vigorously. “It’s someone’s birthday!! Let’s all welcome her out onto the stage for her surprise!”

With no other choice because of how loud the crowd has gotten, I stride over to Hailee. “This better not be anything extravagant,” I warn under my breath before smiling and waving to the crowd.

“So some of us, her friends, have put together a birthday video for you! You’re gonna sit here and watch the screen and we have a special guest coming in to perform a couple of songs to open for my show!” She cheers.

I roll my eyes and press two fingers to my temple. She holds the mic in front of me and I take it. “Well, then. Let’s get started! We’re on a tight schedule,” I chuckle.

“Roll the clip!” She shouts as she takes the mic away from me and stands offstage. Someone brings out a chair for me to sit on to watch the screen that comes down at the back of the stage.

Everyone goes quiet in anticipation as the lights dim so the screen can be seen more clearly. I twiddle my thumbs in an anxious manner as the screen finally lights up. A smile comes to my lips as a picture of me as a newborn in the hospital comes up. In the background, I can hear someone playing a very slow rendition of Happy Birthday on the piano.

The picture glides away and is replaced with a collage of baby photos and home videos that keep progressing in age. I giggle at some silly ones and my eyes start to water from nostalgia. The song begins coming to an end as the pictures shift into me at age 20. I clap and stand up as I think the video is over because the song is. But, Hailee points at the seat as an indication that it’s not.

My brows knit together as a guitar starts playing while the video leads up to me turning 21. The song sounds extremely familiar but I can’t place it. Not to mention it sounds way clearer than if it were on the screen. After about 25 seconds of strumming, a voice begins to accompany the guitar and the screen displays pictures and clips from my 21st birthday on. Starting with the Insta vid that Shawn took of me that morning.

Oh my god. My worried eyes flash to Hailee and I can see her holding her clasped hands in front of her lips in anticipation. I knew that I knew the song. Of course, it was one of Shawn’s. It was hard to place because it’s never been on an album. He only plays it live: She’ll Be the One. My heart is having trouble beating as I watch the screen.

All the photos and videos from the karaoke bar, the selfies we took later that night...the ones from the diner and so on. The lyrics of the song get to, “But, how can I not try...” and my muffled ears hear the crowd go nuts. I turn to the other side of the stage. Oh my god.

Shawn slowly walks out, playing the guitar and singing into a mic hooked around his ear. Immediately, my breathing flutters irregularly and my skin shivers. I turn back to the screen, trying to find a normal breathing rate, but he walks until he’s right next to me and gets on his knees in front of me. The crowd is going wild as he continues the song but I focus my stare on the video.

It was getting into pictures that he took of me, ones I usually didn’t notice. At the Grammys...his album release party...the summer festivals...and all the snaps in between that he saved. I clench my jaw and press my lips in a hard line in an attempt to not react, but he’s right in front of me.

This isn’t what I was expecting. Yeah, I’m still in love with him. But, who the hell is he to come out here and make a public spectacle of his apology? I’m not ready for this. I can’t even react right now. The drums and electric guitar kick in and I get the same quake in my heart that I always do when I hear it. He stands up and moves to a mic stand as the song ends. Oh, but he’s not finished yet.

I send a hard glare toward Hailee, but she doesn’t seem to mind. He begins playing an electric guitar and I have to fight the smirk that wants to appear. I shake my head and pointedly look at the screen because I can feel his eyes watching me as he begins singing. This fucker thinks he’s clever. What song did he pick to win me back? Ruin.

It fits perfectly with the video as it goes into all of our secret coupley photos and videos...and then behind the scenes footage of the music vids...the weekend of the Grammys when I was sick...our week in Toronto with his family. The middle of the song hits and it’s accompanied by a silent clip of the interview that made me leave. I hear the slight waver in his voice as my time with Nick comes onscreen.

I venture a small glance in his direction. Sure enough, his eyes have never left me. I feel the hard lump forming in my throat and it’s as if I’m reliving losing him all over again. I’m not the only one. His eyes are shining as the light hits the tears in them. The bridge begins and the crowd is chanting the lyrics with him. It’s a haunting experience.

As I continue watching him instead of the screen, I see the seriousness and passion in his eyes. The veins in his neck and arms protrude as he literally sings his heart out to me. I slowly stand up and take a few small steps toward him as the song winds down. His eyebrows furrow curiously at me and I swallow as I take a steadying breath.

“Not tryna ruin your happiness at all...” he beautifully sings the last lyric and the venue goes deadly silent. He hands the guitar to someone and takes the mic off the stand, making his way to stand a foot away from me.

My lip trembles as I breathe unsteadily. I can feel my eyes glossing with warm tears that want to drip. He slowly brings the mic to his lips as he holds my gaze. His breath is heavy from singing and he swallows dryly. Just when I thought he couldn’t surprise me more...

“I’m done hiding you from the world. I am completely and stupidly in love with you, y/n y/l/n. Please, take me back...” he begs. His deep brown eyes search mine intensely. I haven’t seen them up close in so long.

My mouth falls open as I choke on the breath I was holding. The entire venue loses their minds. I can’t believe he just confessed his love for me in front of everyone here. This will definitely end up on YouTube, so probably the entire world will see it.

I stutter as I try to respond with something. Anything. But, I feel the speed of my breathing accelerate while my heart pounds furiously. I don’t know what else to do, so I turn around and run. Running certainly isn’t going to help my breathing but it’ll help me get away from that situation.

I can hear Hailee awkwardly take over the stage and begin her set. I’m not even sure where I’m running to. At some point, I shed my shoes and grab my purse as I call an Uber quickly. It arrives as soon as I’m out on the street and I slide in, slamming the door quickly.

Everything is just too much, so I tell the driver to take me to the one place where I know my mind can slow down.

Third P.O.V.

Shawn hurries after her offstage, but she’s quicker than he thought she could be in heels. He finally finds them discarded in the dressing room and her purse is gone. His hand grips the roots of his chocolate curls worriedly. It’s late and she shouldn’t be out on the streets by herself.

He can’t do anything but think about the look on her face when she saw him. Surprise mostly. A little bit of pain. But, the rest was confusion. He knows he has a lot to explain and apologize for. Maybe he should’ve thought through the public romantic gesture a little more, but his heart was in the right place.

Hours go by as he looks for her everywhere he can think of. The entire night has past and he’s exhausted. Not from the lack of sleep, but the lack of not knowing if she’s okay. She’s not from here, so there’re only so many places she can go...and then it dawns on him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get an Uber to the last resort guess at where she would be. As he gets out and makes his way down toward the waves, he releases a breath. The small silhouette of her hugging her knees to her chest is illuminated by the tip of light from the rising sun.

Shawn takes off his shoes and slowly walks toward her, feeling the sand in between his toes. Before he reaches her, she stands up and stretches her arms out by her sides. Her fingers dance through the wind as she tilts her head back and soaks in her surroundings. He can’t help but take a picture.

He speaks softly as he approaches her, “I’m glad this part of you hasn’t changed.”

“I knew you’d find me,” she states simply as she lowers her arms and sneaks a glance at him.

He comes to a stop facing her at a respectful distance. “Is that so?” She nods, a tiny glimmer of a smile on the corner of her lip. “I can leave you alone if you’d like,” he offers.

“I think I’ve been alone enough already,” she sighs as she turns and looks up at him. He admires the way the rising sun shimmers off her skin. She admires the way the shadows of the previous night outline his statuesque features.

They stand like that a moment, gauging each other. And then Shawn breaks the silence, “I’m sorry. For everything. For the interview...for not coming after you immediately...for putting you on the spot like that...especially when I know you’re with Nick and I don’t want to be a bad-“

“I’m not,” she corrects him.

He stares at her with a quizzical look. “Not what?”

She releases a puff of air from her nose in a silent scoff. “I’m not with Nick. We broke up in August,” she informs him.

“You...I mean...why?” He stammers.

She closes the distance a bit before replying, “Why do you think?” She asks rhetorically. Shawn dares to let his features light up the tiniest bit. “You’re really gonna make me say it?”

“Mhm,” he hums as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He gazes intently into her eyes. There’s so much she can see in them. The hope, the adoration, the love, but also a tiny bit of fear. Like if he didn’t make her say it then she would slip through his fingers again.

She notices how his eyes try their hardest to not look at her lips, but she has no qualms about her gaze flicking to his as she licks hers. “Shawn Mendes,” she begins teasingly, “I am in love wi-“

That’s all she can manage to say before Shawn is grabbing her by the small of her back with one hand and pulling her flush against him as his other hand finds its home just past her jaw and under her ear. His lips connect with hers and she’d expected it to be fervent after so long apart but it wasn’t.

It was the opposite. It was tender and slow. Almost as if he pressed too much that her delicate lips would shatter beneath him. It filled her up with warmth nonetheless. The kind of warmth that spread to her toes on that chilly October morning with the wind nipping their noses.

But neither of them moved. Her hands had reacquainted themselves with his neck and the roots of his hair easily. He didn’t want to break her, but she had been hollow these past few months. While he tried, Nick couldn’t fill the hole that was meant for Shawn’s touch. And now that she finally has the smallest taste of him, it isn’t enough.

She pulls him against her further, as if it were possible. And each tug of his curls tightens his grip on her skin. She deepens the kiss by swiping her tongue along his delicious lips and he eagerly responds. Soft moans and slight giggles escape their mouths and dance in the air between them as they continue to act as if they’re the only ones in the world.

And so they stood like that, drinking each other in after months of being in the desert while the sun finally rose over the horizon.

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morningveil · 2 years ago

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- was in Nashville during the first show of the bandito tour

- was in Seattle for the last show of the icy tour

- didn't get to go to either :)

#im almost 24 years old #that's 9 years of wanting to go to a twenty one pilots concert and not going #literally for a ticket for the bandito show and stood in line in the rain with a crop top by myself for hours and then they didn't let me in #bc I had a backpack bc I was living out of my backpack so it had literally All Of My Belongings and identification #and they didn't have any place to put it and I didn't have anybody to hold on to it #they told me I could throw it In the garbage if I wanted to get in to the show #and I didn't want to part from the $500 I had to my name plus my id and once again #All Of My Belongings #so I just left #not that I'm upset about it or anything #:)

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thatbluegibson · 6 years ago

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CH 80

"Oh fuck... I forgot to call Andy."

Liz rolled to sit on the side of the bed and grabbed her phone, swatting Dave's hand when he snaked it around her waist and between her thighs.

"Hey, it's me... yeah... yeah we're good. It's all yours tonight... we're on the same floor, other side... okay, goodnight, Andy."

Dave frowned, wondering why she even needed to make that call. "You got your own room?"

She looked back at him and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Well, I kinda ambushed you."

"Liz," he sat up and turned on the light so he could see her better. "Did you honestly think I would turn you away?"

"I don't know...," she muttered, looking down. It was almost 3 in the morning and she didn't have the energy for this discussion. "I just didn't want to assume. I didn't know what I was going to walk into."

He sighed and scratched his beard a little. "I guess I deserve that." He was a serial cheater. He wasn't proud of it, but he had to admit to it since it had been well documented in the press, much to his horror.

"No..." she crawled back up the bed and into his lap. "That's not... Dave, please look at me." He kept his head down, staring at the sheet next to them. "Dave," she tried again, this time more sternly and he sighed, putting distance between them by leaning on the headboard. "That's not what I meant. I'm not accusing you of anything..." the memory of his hand on hers on the icy rail flooded her mind again. "Unless you have something you'd like to confess."

"For once, I don't," he said truthfully. There had been several gorgeous women trying to get his attention on this tour and he had been tempted, he was human after all, but it never went past a fleeting glance in the VIP room. "That was kind of my thing back in the day, though."

"Oh, I'm well aware," she said quietly, a half smile pulled at her lips as she reached across him to the nightstand.

Dave panicked, watching her flip through her phone. Someone had obviously said something to make her think he had cheated, though he had no idea who it could have been. "Please don't go," he whispered when she tapped on Andy's name, knowing that his voice would break if he spoke any louder. He hadn't done anything wrong, but he had always braced himself for the karma that would eventually hit him from all the past indiscretions he had gotten away with before she came around. She answered his plea by moving off his lap to sit next to him and nestling her head into his shoulder. Finding the picture Andy had sent her, she handed him the phone.

He stared at the image of them standing in the freezing rain with a metal fence between them and his arm around her, trying to remember anything about that night. All those stadiums and arenas, they all looked the same to him anymore. He knew it was Seattle only because he remembered Andy's story and he knew it was post-2003 because of the wedding ring on his finger. They looked so young; her hair was a lighter red and much longer, and her own engagement ring gleamed in the camera's flash as she gripped the metal rail separating their bodies. He looked a little drunk, a little tired and the realization of why she was showing him this hit him all at once.

"Did I hit on you?"

Liz laughed softly and took the phone from him. "You absolutely did. You said it was a shame that I was wearing a ring."

His eyes went wide and he turned to see her face. "Did we-?"

She laughed and shook her head against the pillow. "No. I turned you down then I got blackout drunk and had Andy tattoo me."

"Liz...," he started. She was remarkably relaxed for a woman that knew her boyfriend was a habitual adulterer. He would expect her to be agitated, maybe angry that he was admitting to being weak when it came to a pretty face and a willing nature, but she was completely at ease next to him.

"Just...," her hand found his on top of the blankets. "Please don't do that to me. Don't let me sit at home wondering. Or at least be honest with me if you do."

He wanted to tell her that he would never cheat on her, but he knew it would sound patronizing. He had said the same to Jordyn and had done it anyway and he wanted to be better. "Okay."

Dave stared at the closed bedroom door, barely listening to the journalist sitting across from him and Taylor droning on in German to her assistant. He had always been an early riser, but at that moment all he wanted was to run back into that bedroom and sleep for another six hours wrapped up in Liz. They had fallen asleep just as the sky was turning a steel grey and Dave had only managed just a couple hours before Taylor was knocking on the suite's door. He had let Liz sleep, sneaking out of the room without her even stirring.

The journalist finally began her interview, speaking to them in a thick German accent about the tour. Dave shot Taylor a quick glance and their wordless conversation meant they both knew it would be the same interview flow with all the same questions. He would answer the first few, usually about the songwriting process or how much alcohol was digested backstage, then would pass the next few on once Taylor finally decided on whatever awkward position he would sit in. The occasional curveball was lobbed at them, asking what they thought of Belgium or a local band but Dave couldn't remember the last time he had actually had to think about an answer before giving it. He felt himself drift into automatic pilot, answering each question with his usual humor and passion for music when suddenly the journalist cleared her throat and angled her body away from Taylor to face Dave head on. Oh shit, he thought, Here it comes.

"Elizabeth Colbert has joined you on this part of the tour and we are all wondering, how is she? We have seen her out with you, but no word on her condition or..."

Dave's smile faded and his eyes darted to Gus, who had been busy going over customs paperwork at the small dining table between the sitting area and the bedroom. He looked up and shook out his papers, startling the journalist's assistant and giving the kid a harsh glare while Dave answered. "You'll have to ask her. I'm only commenting on the band today," he said bluntly.

"But she is your girlfriend, yes?" the woman was oblivious to the tidal shift in the room, or maybe she just didn't care.

Taylor flopped back against the couch in annoyance when he realized his part of the questioning was done, sending a surge of anxiety through Dave. "Yes, but again we aren't discussing that today."

"Things are quite serious between you two? She-"

Taylor shot forward and snatched a glass of water off the coffee table. "So do you need me here or are we just going to sit around gossiping like housewives?"

She sneered at Taylor, then immediately tried to hide it, but the damage was already done. Taylor threw the back of his hand into Dave's chest, a little reminder that while they were cool, the interview was over and he jumped up from the couch, storming through the bedroom door where Dave just hoped Liz was up and dressed. Gus lumbered over and reminded the woman about the parameters of the interview while Dave added that if Liz's name was brought up again, he would refuse any further interviews from whatever publication she was affiliated with.

"I'm freelance," she insisted with a smug smile.

"Then if you want anyone to publish you again, you'll stay within our required talking points," Gus said sternly and dropped onto the couch where Taylor had been.

The woman's face went pale at the thinly veiled threat and she awkwardly shuffled through her papers to find points that didn't include any actress girlfriend. With Taylor gone and Gus now taking his place, Dave began to repair the tone of the interview, lest the band be dubbed another rude American rock band in the morning papers, and quickly worked to get this journalist the fuck out of there all before Taylor said something to Liz that would make her think she was becoming a distraction. She would book the next flight home if she knew she had caused anyone in the band's immediate radius grief and Dave didn't think he could handle saying goodbye to her so soon.

Twenty minutes later, Gus gave him the nod to escape the interview and he slipped into the silent, empty bedroom. Liz and Taylor's muffled voices drifted through the closed balcony door where they sat drinking coffee and watching the barges move up and down the river. Liz seemed relaxed, still in her white bathrobe with her bare feet propped on a little table next to Taylor's. Dave could tell Taylor was still agitated by the way his shoulders were hunched and he watched them for a moment, trying to gauge their moods. Then, Taylor suddenly burst out laughing. His shoulders dropped to their normal position and he casually pointed at Liz while he replied with something that made her laugh as well. She stood and stretched, taking her empty cup and Taylor's before coming back into the bedroom.

"Lurker," she laughed softly when she saw Dave watching them and crossed the room to the little breakfast bar. "Taylor told me what happened in there. I'm so sorry."

Dave sat on the edge of the bed and scrubbed a hand down his face, working on such little sleep and one terrible cup of coffee wasn't his favorite. "It's not your fault."

"Here," Liz held two fresh cups of coffee, shoving one under his nose for him to take. He assumed the other was for her, but she turned on her heel and opened the glass balcony door again, handing the cup to Taylor with a smile. They spoke for a moment, too quietly for Dave to hear when she gently put her hand on his shoulder on her way back into the room. Flashing Dave a sympathetic smile, she headed into the closet where she called out to him. "I had Sophie release a statement so the real pressing questions should stop."

He resisted the urge to join her when her robe flew out the closet door and landed in a heap on the carpet. "What did it say?"

"Check my phone."

Dave looked over at her phone laying on the nightstand and let his finger hover over the screen before swiping. Looking at her phone without her next to him felt strange, especially after their conversation the night before. She wanted him to be honest and transparent with her, but he felt like he was intruding or spying when the screen illuminated and displayed her email including a typical press release document.

For Immediate Release

London - Ms. Elizabeth Colbert is currently under physician ordered respite care while in Europe. She would like to thank the doctors, nurses, and staff at the facilities where she was so well cared for, the cast and crew of the film she had been working on as well as her close friends and family that have been by her side throughout this ordeal. Ms. Colbert would especially like to thank her fans that have expressed their concern, love and well wishes in these past several weeks.

Ms. Colbert is not granting interview or appearance requests and asks that any print publication, television programme, etc. please utilize the proper channels when information is deemed necessary. She is asking that her privacy and the privacy of her friends and family be respected at this time.

Ms. Colbert is looking forward to an eventual return to Los Angeles and to work.

Before he even had a chance to reply to her, his phone chimed in his pocket. It was the Google alert chime he had set to her name and he didn't even need to check it to know that the international news had already picked up the statement and was publishing articles like rapid fire.

Liz wandered out of the closet and Dave looked up at her as she pulled a loose sweatshirt over her leggings. "You put out an international press release just to save me the grief of dealing with Taylor's attitude?" he asked.

"Honestly, I'm a little pissed at myself for not thinking to do it sooner. I don't know if it'll work, but it was worth a shot," she said. "Is she still out there? Cause I can-"

She was interrupted by Gus flinging the bedroom door open and leaning against the frame. "Pack your shit, guys. The train to Paris leaves in two hours," he muttered, staring down at the paperwork in his hands. "You need a ticket, Elizabeth?"

"Yes. She's staying with us until we go home," Taylor answered as he stepped in from the balcony.

Liz jumped into action, hurrying over to Dave and taking her phone from his hand. "Wait, let me call my manager really quick so she can pay you guys-"

"Oh fuck off with your Hollywood blood money," Gus laughed loudly and shook his head. "I'm not sure if these two jokers told you, but the band is doing okay financially. See you three in the lobby in an hour." He slammed the door behind him, leaving Dave and Taylor to deal with her reaction.

Liz let out a shaky breath and carefully sat on the bed next to Dave. "Holy shit, he's scary."

Dave and Taylor looked at each other and burst out laughing.

#ThatBlueGibson

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12 Best Places To Spend Your Hottest Days (Summer) In The USA

We all know, summer in the USA (or anywhere in the world) can be very frustrating for some people while some people are seeing summer as an opportunity to get away from their busy life and spend some time on vacation with family or friends or maybe sometimes they enjoy their own company so much that they don’t need anyone. And plus, how can we forget about making some new memorable moments.

So are you in for making some new memories? Great! Now, here the most concerning question arises where to go and spend your hot days of summer in the USA? In this article, we are going to know the 12 best places to spend your summer in the USA.

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1. Tucson

In case you're in temperament for some great climb up the staggering scenes during evening time and the best spot to visit is without a doubt Mount Lemmon, where you can undoubtedly discover relieving creeks at the foundation of this mountain to unwind after your climb. Tucson is outstanding amongst other summer excursion objections in the USA. Remember to look at the prestigious yard eating choices here where you can chill with your fellas regardless of the great temperatures during the daytime. All in all, would this be the possibility of an ideal evening for you?

2. Oregon Coast

Probably the most ideal choice to attempt in here is climbing and keeping in mind that you're busy, absorb all the Pacific breezes that you can. Oregon Coast is probably the best city to visit in the USA during summer. Three Capes Scenic Loop is known to be the best climbing trail which includes a course through old woods and seas. Invigorated as of now? All things considered, stand by till you drive along the coast to observe more magnificent perspectives in towns like Newport and Florence. Try to stop by Oregon Coast to outdo what the USA offers: climbing, touring, and that's just the beginning.

3. Wellfleet

A serene getaway, away from the buzzing about of the Provincetown, this marvelous and dilettantish town of Wellfleet has beyond what you can envision. Jump on a kayak or go windsurfing in the alleviating cove waters in quite possibly the most excellent spots to visit in the USA in summer 2021! Trekking and climbing are among the renowned exercises in Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary where you can investigate the energetic marine life! There are without a doubt quite possibly the coolest spots to visit in summer in the USA!

4. St Nick Barbara

Having a fair climate lasting through the year, this significant city in California beats different objections making it an optimal spot for a laidback occasion. Ensure you visit the Butterfly seashore to observe an all-encompassing perspective on the nightfall that this city is glad for and in case you're in disposition for some great riding time, attempt Arroyo Burro Beach Country Park here! Do allow the restaurants and wineries an opportunity to charm your faculties more than ever.

5. Rehoboth Beach

A peaceful seashore town with tasty fish to delve in close by the lovely dusk has more coming up for you whether you're up for a performance outing or plan to have the best summer get-aways in the US for families. Various sea shores like Dewey seashore, Bethany seashore, and Rehoboth seashore. You can likewise decide to add some exciting energies to your vacation by pursuing September's yearly Sandcastle Contest and visit the eldest bungalows around!

6. Icy mass National Park

At any point saw snow in July? Indeed, you're unquestionably in for a treat in the event that you wish to visit this public park which allows you to look through the natural life of Montana by means of a vehicle ride. Climbing through the recreation center's path of 700 miles, and setting up camp at different 13 locales are good thoughts to investigate this present nature's jewel in Montana! You can likewise get the backwoods grant on the off chance that you wish to cross through the off-beaten way of this locale.

7. Northern Vermont

Offering an ideal combo of occurring and woodsy energies in a single spot in Northern Vermont. With a scope of spots around the ski mountains in the area, having cafés and climbing spots ready, you would be spoilt for decision in this mountain heaven! Do look at the first in the entirety of Vermont, zipline covering visit in Smuggler's score to outwit your vacay in here!

8. Ithaca

In the wake of shedding its colder time of year cover, this spot turns out to be especially lively with all the finger lakes adding more to its appeal. Bragging new produce and very one-of-a-kind wines to taste, ensure you attempt the cafés here, without which your occasion is deficient! Fixed with normal scenes and grand perspectives, you have different choices to investigate its magnificence with Treman State Park and Buttermilk Falls.

9. The San Juan Islands

In the event that you haven't seen the old nation flows, been to the rancher's business sectors, and saw the marvelous firecrackers on Fourth of July, then, at that point, this is something you should do just in the San Juan Islands. In spite of being a bustling spot during summers this spot can be best investigated on a cycle and you'll most likely feel the occurrence energy of this spot just during the Bite Of Seattle food celebration.

10. Knoxville

Situated on the banks of the eminent Tennessee waterway on the foundation of the Smoky Mountains, this spot has the perfect climate you need for summers. The primary fascination of this spot is the Market Square that has wellsprings you can go sprinkling in alongside numerous eateries and pastry kitchens serving lip-smacking dishes. Head to Knoxville Museum of Art to observe the nearby work of art of the locale.

11. Maui

Maui is perhaps the best spot in the USA to spend your mid-year at. It is popular for its tropical climate, lethargic volcanoes, and falling cascades. Maui is widely acclaimed for its sparkling seashores and a coastline that compares to 30 miles. Be it precipice jumping during the dusk or spending a laid-back wedding trip while absorbing the sun on the lounger, the island is an absolute necessity visit place for swimming and experience devotees.

12. Manitou Island

North Manitou Island, which is open just by means of a boat, is probably the best spot to visit in the USA in summer. It's anything but a freshwater seashore that offers a few roads for experience and diversion. You can investigate a scope of fun exercises there like kayaking, rowing, or having a little cookout with your precious ones. You should not disregard this put on your outing to Michigan. It is ideal for individuals who love to investigate the openings of natural life.

Conclusion

In the last, we can say whether you decide to visit Mount Lemmon in Tucson or the peaceful beach of Rehoboth Beach. The only thing is matters is to spend time with your loved ones and make a memory for a lifetime.

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May 15

You are reading this entry so late because we were in several “dead” zones the last few days in or near the National Park that Verizon has service in but not ATT and Wi-fi is not very good in most RV parks☹

We took a walk in the misty, cold, damp and foggy morning with new recruits doing their PT across the parade field from us at the National Guard training Facility we stayed at. Brought back good and not so good memories. The walk around the parade ground was about a mile then we headed for mount Saint Helens. Most if not all of the visitor centers at the national parks in Washington State are closed. A ranger gave us some information as we entered the park. It's hard to describe the destruction in words or pictures. After 41 years there is minimal forest growth or landscape blow the eruption. Below the crater it's more grey dirt or earth than brown dirt. It's amazing how calm it looks now. You can see how at least 1/4 of the mountain is gone. As you know it didn't erupt upward, it erupted outward and blew out the side of the conical shape of the Volcano. It took most of the day to get to mount Saint Helens and back down to a campground. It wasn't the nicest campground we have been in but it wasn't the worst. May 16

We headed to Mount Rainier. I guess that since it was Saturday there was a 30 minute wait to get into the park at the ranger station. We then zoomed up to the part we could see which is about 10 miles into the park. The road ended at the Paradise visitors center and café. We got lucky an and found a decent parking spot to have lunch before we went to look around. People were taking their sleds, skis other things to go up on the snow pack which was pretty hard and probably icy. On the way down, we stopped at a waterfall but didn't go down to the base because the trail is 3' of snow. We saw people who were slipping and sliding down to the waterfall but we just took pictures from above. If you have seen one waterfall you’ve seen them all. It was another long day but not very tiring and we got to a campground in Centralia Washington around 5 o'clock. It was very nice and we decided to spend another night just to catch up. The weather was nice and the cooked out on the grill.

May 17

In the morning, we decided to go to Safeway for shopping to get some provisions and then go to a local park which was a fort back in the day to have lunch and look around. Here's the interesting part. After lunch we decided to go back to Safeway to get some coffee and beer which we had forgotten. Everything went well until I decided to back out of the parking spot. Cars were racing by in the parking lane to get a spot and I was concentrating on them and missed a small car on my right side in my convex mirror. Unfortunately, the RV didn't miss it and my running light on the right side scraped the kid’s rear door. All we lost was the cover for the light and he will get a new door probably from USAA. My head is usually on a swivel and my eyes are everywhere, especially in a parking lot, but I missed this one. I always told the girls that a parking lot is the most dangerous place to drive!

May 18

I got a new running light at AutoZone, and the kid will get his 2006 Chevy fixed. I would buff it out and keep the money baby. I walked him through the process with the USAA representative so he knew I wasn't going to cheat him and he was happy because it was his mother's car. Lesson learned. Keep your eyes, ears and nose working when your back out of tight parking space in a grocery parking lot. It's not a big deal in the grand scheme of things. I just don't like to have accidents that are avoidable. Hopefully we are paying for accident forgiveness. Our insurance won't go up for a year because we just paid a full year premium the 30th of April.

18 May

We drove to Forks, Washington to a campground just outside town and in shouting distance of the Hoh Rain Forest. We got there fairly early and got a campsite close proximity to the bathrooms and the office. It was warm enough to grill some hot dogs for dinner and eat outside for a change. We knew it will be cold in the morning but we didn't know we it would be 39. We drove down to the Hoh Rain Forest (It’s the largest rain forest on North America) about 40 miles South of us to look around the area and walk on some of the trails. We took a 30 minute walk along the 15 mile trail that goes all the way up to the glacier and then turned around. We saw a lot of interesting Flora and some elk scat in the trail. We were excited but wished we had been 15 minutes earlier because the elk was walking toward us right on the trail. We had lunch and decided to go on the Mossy trail which was allegedly closed. The night before we went to the Hoh Rain Forest we went across the road to another campground just to look around and talked to the owner. She remembered talking to me after I mentioned my name because we decided not to stay there because the bathrooms were closed. We had a good talk and we found out she was born in Calumet, Oklahoma. She had moved to Montana after high school and met her husband who had left his home in Bremerton, Washington to move to Montana. They got married and had 3 children and ended up moving back to Washington to take care of his ailing parents. Then they found an opportunity to buy some property near Forks and they developed a campground. They usually spend part of the year in Alaska where they have another Homestead. She said that he really goes up there to fish and hunt, but says he’s going to work on the house. She's OK with that and flies up to meet him once in a while. They hope to retire one day, buy a smaller RV like ours and travel around the country. We agreed to bring our RV over to show her the morning we left but when we got to the office, she was not there so we motored on. We called her to tell her what we that we came by but she was out on the property and sorry she missed us. She was interested in the tables I fashioned for RV that are very functional. After our hour long walk in the forest, we decided to go on the Mossy trail. We went backwards on the trail because at the beginning of the one-way trail sign some people came down the trail and said they were some elk in the woods 500' North of us. Having been somewhat a contrarian all my life, we decided to go for the Elk sighting opportunity backwards. We saw a few cows but no bulls. We went backwards on the trail and we ran into another couple who were going the wrong way on the trail. We ended up having nice conversation with them for 20 or so minutes standing on the trail. John and Falaah had a lot of interesting information about what to do in Eastern Washington. They live in the Seattle area. It started raining so we headed back to the visitor center and it started hailing. Small but hail. When we got back to the parking lot we asked John and Falaah to join us for coffee as it was about 3 o'clock. We all got in the RV and warmed up and dried off while we had coffee and a bread with walnut and cranberries. We ended up having a 2 hour conversation about our travels and work experiences cetera. It was almost like we've known them all our lives. We laughed and laughed and related a lot of great stories from both sides. We gave them both our cards and Falaah emailed us the next day saying how much they enjoyed the meeting and look forward to seeing us again in the future.

May 20th

We took an hour and a half drive eastward along the 101 to Port Angeles. We saw a couple of interesting things but really wanted to get to a campground. We picked one at random and found out it is excellent campground with a very friendly camp post named David. He told us we could have all the lettuce we wanted for our dinner from the garden in front of the office. What a deal. We had planned to have macaroni with sausages so having a fresh salad was right up our alley. We booked a whale watching tour out of Port Townsend and a ferry ride over to the mainland on Sunday and Monday. We did take a short drive to a waterfall and to an area that the visitor center people told us to go see where the Elwha river meets the Straight of San Juan De Fuca and runs in to the ocean. It was interesting to see a river flow in straight to the shore which had waves lapping against it and the river ran into the waves. There were even surfers trying to ride the 3-4 foot waves. While getting ready for dinner, a lady walked by and waved at us so we talked to her. She said are you the LTV Van that waved to us as we were coming North and they were going South and I said yes. We great conversation about Leisure Travel Vans (RVs). They live in Denver not far from Concetta and Matt. They got a great deal on their LTV RV from someone who had bought it new, travelled for several months during the pandemic and just sold it at a greatly reduced price. They have ordered a brand new LTV that suits their needs and will make money on selling the used one they bought at a discount. Sound like something that would happen to me but not this time. Jan asked us to come see them when were in Denver to sit around the fire and tell some stories. We can't wait except for the fire were not good with smoke.

May 21

I went to the campground office to make sure they had charged our credit card for the second night. Chris, the owner of the campground said that David had booked us for the 19th and 20th not the 20th and 21st. There was someone who had reserved our spot a year ago starting today for a week so we had to move. She was so grateful I came in because someone could have booked the site she moved us in and we would have come back to a full campsite after sightseeing. The world works in mysterious ways. She is also interested in seeing our RV because they want to buy one like it when they retire.

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Cheers | Addison & Dylan

Qui?: Addison Berlinsky et Dylan Richardson.

Où?: Dans un bar, à côté de l’université de Seattle.

Quand?: 21h00.

Notes: Addison a donné rendez-vous à Dylan dans un bar pour une soirée universitaire.

Je suis sûre que j'ai mis trop de maquillage. Je dois avoir l'air ridicule. C'était les mots qui trottaient dans la tête de Dylan, qui passa un doigt sur ses lèvres pour effacer légèrement son rouge à lèvre rouge profond, alors qu'elle traversait la rue pour rejoindre Dylan sur le trottoir d'en face. C'était la première fois qu'elle se mettait autant de pression sur ce qu'elle portait ou comment elle se maquillait pour aller retrouver une fille, une copine. Elle ne comprenait pas vraiment pourquoi elle faisait tant d'effort. Enfin si, un peu pour lui plaire évidemment, parce qu'elle voulait qu'Addison l'apprécie. Pourquoi elle voulait autant que quelqu'un l'apprécie? Ca ne lui ressemblait pas? Croisant regard de la blonde qui l'attendait, elle sortit de sa rêverie, et un sourire timide mais large apparu sur son visage. Arrivant aux côtés d'Addison, elle ne put s'empêcher d'examiner ses vêtements. "Je suis peut-être pas assez habillée." Dit Dylan dans sa tête alors qu'elle reposait ses yeux à nouveau sur sa simple petite robe noire. Ah non, elle l'avait dit à voix haute. Un peu gênée elle reprit ses manières et embrassa la joue de Addison. "Bon, j'espère que je ne vais pas regretter de t'avoir laissé m'entraîner ici." Rajouta Dylan en blaguant légèrement. Malgré que la pression soit un peu redescendue en arrivant sur les lieux, Dylan ressentait toujours une forte appréhension à l'idée de se retrouver dans un bar avec un tas d'inconnu. Si ça avait été Michael ou Noah qui lui avait demandé, elle ne serait jamais venue. Mais pour Addison, pour essayer de comprendre son monde et puis simplement pour passer un moment avec elle, et elle n'avait pas osé refuser. Elle commençait à regretter, quand, pénétrant dans le bar avec la belle blonde, elle ne put que constater sa population très nombreuse, encore plus qu'elle ne l'avait imaginé. Regardant Addison un peu inquiète, elle dit: "Wow. Ca fait un paquet de gens."

Addison était arrivée en avance, elle attendait l'arrivée de Dylan en étant accoudée à la barrière délimitant la terrasse du bar. Elle regardait chaque passant espérant que le prochain serait celui qu'elle attendait. Plus les minutes défilaient, plus elle ressentait une boule prendre place dans son estomac. Addison ressentait ce stress pour la première fois et pour essayer de se calmer elle alluma une cigarette. Elle reconnu la démarche de Dylan et avant que celle-ci la remarque elle avait déjà jeté sa cigarette. Pourquoi j'ai fais ça? Elle va savoir que je fume rien qu'avec l'odeur.. Et si ça ne lui plaisait pas? Je n'aurai pas dû fumer.. se disait-elle avant que la voix de Dylan ne la sorte de sa pensée. Un large sourire se dessina sur le visage d'Addison afin de réconforter la jeune maladroite. "Non tu es parfaite" ajouta Addison. Dylan s'approcha et déposa un baiser sur la joue de la belle blonde, provoquant une réaction dans le ventre d'Addy. Elle ne savait pas ce qu'était cette sensation, mais elle l’appréciait énormément. Elle semble gênée, peut-être même plus que ce que je ne le suis, se dit Addy avant de reprendre avec un sourire: “T’inquiète pas, tu ne le regretteras pas". Elle prit Dylan par la main avant de rentrer dans le bar. Il y avait du monde mais pas autant qu'elle le pensait. Addison regarda Dylan alors qu'elle prenait la parole. Elle semblait mal à l'aise alors la belle blonde serra légèrement la main de celle ci avant de dire "On peut aller plus loin dans le bar, s’asseoir tu ressentiras peut-être moins l'oppression ?". Elle guida alors Dylan à travers la foule, avant de s'asseoir sur une banquette à l'écart. Elle leva la main et la serveuse s'empressa de venir " Tu veux boire quoi ?" demanda Addison à Dylan.

Le compliment d'Addison avait eu don de redonner à Dylan un brin de confiance, et de lui faire un plaisir plus grand que la plupart des compliments qu'elle avait pu recevoir. Un compliment dit au bon moment par la bonne personne avait toujours un effet différent. Et en l’occurrence c'est à Addison qu'elle voulait plaire ce soir. Sentant la main de la belle blonde se poser sur la sienne, elle eut une réaction inexpliquée de satisfaction, c'était la deuxième fois que ça arrivait, le soir où elles s'étaient rencontrées. Suivant Addison vers la banquette en lui répondant simplement avec un sourire de reconnaissance, elle prit place face à elle. Face à la dernière question de la jeune femme, Dylan se sentit légèrement démunie. Elle aurait été tentée de dire “une bière" ou "une limonade" (Dylan aime les bulles). Puis finalement: "Je prendrais la même chose que toi."

Addison regarda la serveuse et dit: "deux coupes de champagnes". La serveuse repartit et Addy ne regardait maintenant plus que Dylan. Elle n'arrivait pas à décrocher son regard d'elle jusqu'à l'arrivée d'un groupe alcoolisé dans le bar. Ces jeunes faisaient du bruit et Dylan semblait se faire de plus en plus petite sur sa banquette. "Est-ce que ça va ?" s’inquiéta Addison d'une voix douce, avant de sourire délicatement à son interlocutrice. Sentant que Dylan n’appréciait guère l'arrivé de ces jeunes hommes et voyant que certains s'amusaient à les regarder avec insistance, Addison serra les dents, elle savait qu’elle ne devait pas intervenir et tenta de se calmer en vain. Elle prit une profonde inspiration puis déclara: "Ils n'ont pas le droit de te regarder comme ça." Avant que Dylan ne puisse répondre la serveuse arriva et déposa les coupes. Mais la jeune blonde avait besoin de quelque chose de plus fort et lui dit "Deux scotch secs.". La serveuse reparti préparer la nouvelle commande. Sentant le regard de Dylan, Addison fit l'une des choses dans laquelle elle excellait, changer de sujet. Elle saisi donc la coupe de champagne, la leva et dit "À notre rencontre!".

Au mot "champagne" les yeux de la brune s’écarquillèrent un peu. Comment je vais faire pour payer ça... Elle se dit à elle-même. La serveuse repartie, l'attention de Dylan se reporta immédiatement sur le groupe de garçons éméchés qui arrivaient en fanfare. Ses yeux les suivirent avec une certaine appréhension, jusqu'à ce qu'Addison la sorte de sa rêverie. "Oui oui, ne t'inquiètes pas." elle dit tout en ne lâchant pas son regard des garçons qui eux aussi allaient la fixer encore plus. Elle se retourna vers Addy finalement: "c'est pas grave, c'est des garçons, on sait tous que quand ils sont entre eux et ivres, ils perdent une grosse partie de leurs neurones pour les remplacer par de la virilité mal placée." Elle finit avec un sourire, bien que malgré tout la situation lui restait désagréable. A la nouvelle commande, un second haussement de sourcils: "Eh bien, tu y vas fort. Tu sais que je serai ivre dans 5 minutes?" Elle disait ça aussi pour détendre Addison, Dylan avait bien remarqué que ces garçons commençait à lui taper sur le système. Elle se saisit de son verre pour le tinter contre celui de la belle blonde. "A notre rencontre." Elle reprit avec un sourire très large, qui laissait entrevoir ses dents. "Notre rencontre ou le moment depuis lequel ma vie a changé. Puisque maintenant je me retrouve dans un bar avec la fille la plus populaire du camps!"

Addison suivit le regard de Dylan qui se rapportait sur les garçons éméchés. Malgré le sourire de la jeune maladroite, Addison sentait qu'elle n'était pas à l'aise. La réaction de Dylan face à la seconde commande eut le mérite de faire sourire la jeune blonde. "5 minutes ? j'aurais parié sur 4" reprit Addison d'un ton moqueur. Addison essayait tant bien que mal de cacher son agacement, mais lorsque la jeune brune lui sourit elle oublia tout l'instant d'une seconde et se plongea dans son regard. "Est-ce de la fierté que je sens émaner de toi?" dit Addison avec un large sourire. Elle aimait taquiner Dylan, après tout qui aime bien châtie bien.

"Tu exagères." Dylan rit. Finalement le groupe de garçon disparut, pas réellement mais du moins de son esprit quand elle finit par se sentir à l'aise. Addison remplissait tout l'espace, finalement il n'y avait plus qu'elles, et leurs verres de champagne. Qui d'ailleurs commençait déjà à rendre les yeux de Dylan comme vitreux. Elle engloutit la dernière gorgée de son verre de champagne. "Un petit peu." Elle répondit à Dylan avec un petit rire. "Disons que je n'aurais jamais imaginé ça. Mais je suis contente de l'avoir fait. D'être là, juste avec toi." elle confessa le plus naturellement du monde. Le peu d'alcool qu'elle avait bu, bien qu'elle ne soit pas dans un état d'alcoolémie avancé, réussissait à faire s'évaporer le filtre de paroles de Dylan. Peut-être que la suite allait faire s'évaporer encore plus de choses... La serveuse revint, déposant sur la table les deux verres de scotch. Dylan se saisit du sien à peine fut-il arrivé.

Addison voyait les yeux de Dylan changer comme si elle était.. éméchée ? La révélation de Dylan eut pour effet de confirmer les soupçons d'Addy, l'alcool montait à la tête de la jeune maladroite. "Et je suis contente que tu l'aies fait aussi!" dit Addy tout en pensant: l'alcool enlève le filtre de parole je vais savoir qui elle est vraiment. "Ne boit pas trop vite, ça risque de mal finir" fit remarquer Addy à la brune. Elle prit son verre à son tour et elles trinquèrent et burent une gorgée.

Et à nouveau, Dylan sourit pour lui répondre, mais d'un sourire un peu trop large. Ah l'alcool... "Est-ce-qu'on va devenir amies, tu crois?" Trinquant une nouvelle fois avec la blonde en face d'elle, elle n'écouta pas vraiment la remarque d'Addison, et but à grosses gorgées le liquide sucré qui lui brûlait un peu la gorge. C'est que c'était plutôt bon. "Si si, je t'assure. Ca va être drôle! Et puis au moins je te teste. Si tu m'apprécies toujours après m'avoir vu dans l'état qui va suivre, je pourrais dire que notre relation tiendra." Elle gloussa légèrement en disant ça. Ca y était, dans les minutes qui allaient suivre, ça en serait fait de Dylan. Pour dire des choses pareilles et pour vouloir boire encore, elle ne pouvait être qu'ivre.

L'alcool était décidément monté à la tête de Dylan. Addy ne pouvait s’empêcher de lui sourire et répondit "Je l’espère en tout cas". Addison regarda Dylan finir son verre en quelques gorgées et se dit qu'il valait mieux que l'une des deux soit plus sobre alors elle laissa son verre de côté. Addison ne répondit que par un sourire à la phrase de Dylan un léger hochement de tête pour acquiescer. Elle savait que ce qui allait se passer aller déterminer la suite de leur relation. "Tu veux que je commande quelque chose à manger avec un peu d'eau?" demanda Addy dans l'espoir que cela calme la montée d'alcool dans le sang de Dylan.

"Je suis trop contente, vraiment." Dit Dylan, le plus solennellement du monde, éméchée. "Dès que je t'ai vu tu m'as plu." Elle en disait plus qu'il ne fallait le dire, mais bon, elle aurait sûrement oublié d'ici demain, alors autant tout balancer. Le "plaire", il pouvait être interprété dans les deux sens, elle s'en rendait bien compte, mais en même temps les deux étaient vrais, bien qu'elle ne se l'avouerait pas là de suite. Dylan fronça les sourcils, un peu déçue qu'Addison veuille la voir dessaouler. Elle s'amusait bien, pourtant. "Non non c'est bon, je suis très bien." Finissant par remarquer qu'Addy ne touchait plus son verre, elle ajouta: "Mais si tu bois plus par contre je veux bien ton scotch."

“Et je le suis tout autant!" Addison semblait réellement touchée par ce que lui avouait Dylan. Je lui plais? Vraiment? pensa Addison qui était à la fois gênée et à la fois heureuse et souriait à pleine dent. Elle savait pertinemment que d'ici demain Dylan aurait oublié cette soirée et se sentait donc libre de dire la vérité. "Tu me plais aussi ma puce" ajouta la belle blonde avec un tendre sourire. Addison était déroutée, pourquoi lui avoir avoué cela... et si demain Dylan avait un souvenir de cet aveux... Afin d'être certaine que la jeune brune oublie la soirée elle accéda à sa demande et lui tendit son verre de scotch. "Désolée pour la marque de rouge à lèvre tu n'as qu'à boire de l'autre côté si ça te dérange.." ajouta Addy. Addison scrutait la réaction de Dylan, en quête d'informations pour savoir à quel point elle lui plaisait.

Dylan eut l'impression que son cœur était en train de luire pendant un moment. La pensée que ce qu’elle ressentait était réciproque la rendait exaltée, et si elle avait pu elle aurait directement franchi l'autre bout de la table pour saisir Addison et l'embrasser en s'abandonnant. Mais les choses n'étaient pas si simples, et l'alcool, qui avait fait surgir ces mots et rendu les choses faciles, les rendaient aussi plus compliqué. Parce qu'il rendait aussi Dylan perdue. Elle n'était pas vraiment sûre que ce que voulait dire la belle blonde, est-ce-qu'elle lui plaisait vraiment vraiment? Amoureusement? “Ma puce”, c'était quand même vachement amical comme surnom, non? Bourrée comme l'était, les signes étaient flous. Plutôt oublier ce qui venait de se passer, non? Elle prit alors le verre d'Addison pour le porter à sa bouche, ne prêtant pas vraiment d'attention à la marque de rouge à lèvres sur le verre, tout bonnement parce que ça lui était égal, ce n'était qu'une marque de lèvres. Quoi que Dylan trouvait ça quand même un peu attrayant de mettre la sienne par dessus. Elle avala l'intégralité du contenu du verre d'une traite. "Je crois que je vais vomir."

Dylan semblait perturbée par l'annonce d'Addison et celle-ci ne savait plus quoi dire... Elle espérait que l'alcool dissipe les souvenirs de cette révélation, pour qu'elle n'ait pas à en assumer les conséquences. Et ce surnom ridicule: Addison qu'est ce qui te prend? pensa la jeune blonde. La marque de rouge à lèvre n'avait pas empêché Dylan de finir le verre aussi vite qu'Addison lui avait donné. L'idée même que ce verre puisse la rendre malade faisait culpabiliser la belle blonde. "Tu veux un verre d'eau? Ou aller dehors t’aérer peut-être?" s’inquiéta Addison. C'était la première fois qu'une personne ivre l'inquiétait à ce point. Se levant et prenant place à côté d’elle, elle saisit le visage de la jeune brune et dit d'une voix douce: "Dylan? Tu te sens bien?"

Les intestins et l'estomac de Dylan s'étaient visiblement rencontrés pour faire un tango. Elle arrêta de bouger un moment pour que la sensation se dissipe. Elle voyait Addison s'inquiétait et même si elle la trouvait adorable, elle ne se sentait pas trop de parler là de suite pour lui répondre. Quand Addison se retrouva à côté d'elle et qu'elle saisit son visage, un instant elle redevenait un peu moins alcoolisée, et la crampe au ventre qui l'avait frappé tout à l'heure avait disparu. Si près de son visage, Dylan oublia complètement ce qui se passait autour et tout ce qui s'était passé plus tôt. Tout ce qu'elle voyait c'était Addison, son visage... ses lèvres. Et finalement son coeur, son instinct, et son taux élevé d'alcoolémie la poussaient à détruire toutes les barrières et à clore l'espace entre elles et le sceller par un baiser. Quand les lèvres de Dylan se mêlèrent à celles d'Addison, elle pensa directement que ça avait lieu d'être, elle se sentait comme si c'était la bonne chose à faire, comme si c'était quelque chose qui était supposé arriver. Sa bouche dansa avec celle de la belle blonde, et son ventre était parcouru d'une sensation nouvelle, il se retournait à nouveau mais ce n'était pas douloureux cette fois. Quand le baiser prit fin, la brune garda son front collé contre celui de la blonde. Et soudainement... la crampe reprit encore plus forte, et la nausée devint encore plus violente. "Addison, il faut qu'on rentre. Je me sens pas bien du tout." Dit-elle tout en cassant complètement le moment particulièrement romantique qu'elle venaient de partager.

La pression des lèvres de Dylan sur celle d'Addison la rendait fragile. La jeune blonde ne s'était pas préparée à cette éventualité et elle était désemparée. Elle ressentait quelque chose de nouveau à la fois plaisant et terriblement effrayant. Pour elle le temps s'était arrêté, et ce baiser si naturel dura une éternité. Addison retira doucement ses lèvres de celles de la jeune maladroite et elle ne pouvait s’empêcher de sourire à pleine dent. Leurs fronts étaient encore collés quand la belle blonde sentit Dylan se tordre de douleur contre elle. L'angoisse prit place dans l'estomac de la jeune blonde, qui acquiesça à la demande de la jeune brune. Elle sortit un billet afin de régler les commandes et prit fermement par la main Dylan, avant de la guider jusqu'à l’extérieur. Il faisait frais, et Addison serra plus fort la brune contre elle pour qu'elle n'est pas froid durant les minutes qui les séparaient de son appartement. Addison ne vivait pas loin et elle pressait le pas en continuant de parler à Dylan. "On est arrivées." dit Addison avant d'ouvrir la porte de l'immeuble. Les deux jeunes femmes montèrent dans l'ascenseur. Addison ne tenait maintenant plus que la main de Dylan, s’éloignant d'elle pour la laisser respirer. Addison pressa le bouton de l’ascenseur et les portes se refermèrent.

Arrivées dans l'immeuble, l'état de Dylan ne s'améliorait pas vraiment. Elle tenait fermement la main d'Addison qui avait l'air toujours plus inquiètes. Une fois montées à l'étage et arrivées dans l'appartement de la belle blonde, Dylan savait qu'elle allait pouvoir enfin accéder à son besoin ultime pour aller mieux: s'allonger. Récupérant le verre d'eau qu'Addison était allé lui chercher, elle bu son contenu avant de le poser. Elle reprit la main de la blonde pour la rapprocher d'elle. "Est-ce-que je peux dormir avec toi cette nuit?" Elle demanda avec une certaine crainte, et s'empressa de rajouter pour que les choses ne soient pas mal interprétées: "Juste dormir. Je veux juste être allongée contre toi."

"Ne t'inquiètes pas" dis la belle blonde d'une voix apaisante. Elle emmena ensuite Dylan dans sa chambre à coucher. Elle lui enleva ses chaussures, son jean et son t-shirt, avant de lui enfiler un t-shirt over-size qui sentait son parfum et sa lessive. Elle coucha Dylan et s'assit sur le rebord du lit en caressant les cheveux de la belle brune. Addison était heureuse et dévoilait son être, enlevant les barrières qu'elle s'était fixées. Elle se déshabilla et se coucha en sous vêtement à côté de Dylan. Celle-ci tremblait et Addison la serra contre elle pour la réchauffer.

Les habits sentaient bons, les draps étaient doux, et finalement, être allongée sur le côté la faisait se sentir mieux. Les quelques tremblements qu'elle avait commençait à s’apaiser doucement grâce à la chaleur qu'Addison dégageait contre son corps. Mais alors que les minutes passaient et qu'elle allait mieux, le sommeil ne venait pas. Addison, elle, dormait depuis un moment, elle l'entendait au son de sa respiration. Elle se tourna face à elle, et la scruta dans le noir. Hésitant légèrement avant de le faire, Dylan posa sa main sur la joue du magnifique visage endormi en face d'elle. Les yeux d'Addison se réouvrirent doucement sous les caresses de Dylan. Et cette dernière qui avait sa main posée sur le visage d'Addison, ramena celui-ci contre elle. Caressant toujours sa joue, Dylan lia à nouveau ses lèvres à celles d'Addison, dans un baiser qui se faisait plus pressant, plus envieux, un baiser qui disait "tu m'as". Elle pressa un peu plus le corps de la blonde contre elle. Et ses mains vinrent parcourir son dos sous son t-shirt dans un geste doux, et Dylan cala sa tête dans le cou d'Addison. "Je veux pas que ce moment s'arrête." Elle chuchota à son oreille, avant de fermer les yeux pour finalement réussir à trouver le sommeil.

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