A/N: Hey everyone, a few months ago I was addicted to MIOBI (and I still am!) and watched all of S1 & S2 in a matter of days so I thought that I would finally write a story and here it is :)
Song Rec: (I'm Not Your) Stepping Song - Sex Pistols
Prologue - Regrets?
Damon POV
Summer 2012 - Paris
It was finally over - the Olympics - and I was here as promised. The sun was scorching hot as it hit my back, worsened by the fact that I was clad in all black clothing to fit my 'image'. Don't ask me - it was my manager's idea.
Anyway, today I was going to finally see Emily again - properly. Not just on TV or in the papers, but in real life. Three years without her had been bad - believe me, it was shit. But it was what we needed, both of us. Emily needed to focus on the Olympics and her gymnastics - she had the ability to get a Gold Medal and I wasn't going to be a distraction for her. And me you ask? Well you know... I've had three Number 1 singles in the past few years. Life has been good, people loved my music and apparently as Melissa, my manager, constantly reminded me the fans loved me too. There were girls who actually wore 'I love Damon Young' T-Shirts. Sure it was nice, if you were pushing it you could say it was 'cute' but it was also incredibly wrong. I mean, they would shout out 'Marry me!' at concerts. Melissa loved it - it meant that as they were such good fans they'd pay absolutely anything astronomical for something incredibly superficial like a crappy plastic doll of me. It meant I - and therefore Melissa - earnt a hell of a lot of money. The only one who was obviously revelling in this was Melissa, though. She was pathetic really. However, I owed my career to her - she was the only one who believed that I could make it and took me on. I just have to deal with it I guess. I mean I got what I wanted right? My own music career, getting to sing the songs I want to.
That's when I saw it. Or rather him. I thought he was my friend. Yet now, instead he had his arm wrapped around Emily with a smug smirk on his face. I felt my hands curl up into fists by my sides. They hadn't seen me yet though and then I actually concentrated on Emily's face. She looked happy. Truly happy. I turned around then and walked away. My head full of thoughts of them, how long had they been together? Were they really together? They will be in no time at all- that's if they aren't already... Razor was always like that. Like that little plan of his to help her with 'algebra'. He wasn't fooling anyone. But maybe... maybe this time it was alright. Maybe he should be with Emily.
For a whole year since then I've been wondering whether I did the right thing when I turned and walked away. But most of all I can't stop asking myself: was Emily just smiling in anticipation of seeing me again? Did I just throw it all away for nothing?