The press tour was going to be brutal this time around especially since the change in her relationship status had taken over a great deal of her mind not to mention heart. He had broken up with her, for what she thought was the stupidest reason ever: wanting to focus on himself and his career.

Ok maybe it wasn't that stupid but still. She had given him so much space during their brief relationship, he was pretty much free to do whatever he wanted in whatever time he spent away from her...ok, maybe not anything he wanted but he was such a faithful boyfriend she never had to worry about that. He was free to spend as much time as he wanted with his buddies doing what the fuck ever they wanted to do; if he didn't want to hang out with her on occasion that was fine, she'd find some way to entertain herself... oh not to mention, if time to find himself is what he needed than of course she would have given that too. So when he came to her that night, that night they had so much fun laughing, dancing and taking way too many photos together. Urgh, the photos, the stupid photos she had posted with extra smiles and hearts, the photos that usually gained so many likes and comments about how adorable they were; the "omg, best couple ever!" ...ack, whatever. She'll deal with those when the time came or maybe she'll just leave them and slowly turn focus away from her one year romance and more on the actress she wanted to be. After all, the only people who really needed to know about her non-existent relationship were her close friends and family; she was sure her fans would figure it out soon anyway. They had this keenness about them and could sense about anything.

Anyway, the way he abruptly interrupted her in mid-sentence she found it odd that he had chosen that moment to end things. Not that there is any right time for that type of thing but still. But still... what was it that he said? Oh yeah, instead of the famous it's not you it's me speech he outwardly told her that it was no longer working out the way he had envisioned. He felt trapped, suffocated. It didn't seem like they were having as much fun as they used to do. Bullshit. There they were no less than five minutes ago cracking up at the most ratchet photos that were sure to not make it to the public eye. What was his deal? Fuck it, fuck his deal she had to set her mind right, she had more important things to focus on than to justify his cowardness. Even if the schedule seemed brutal, she'd be with two people she enjoyed. It would be the perfect distraction; even though the distraction came with so many on-set memories, she'd find a way to cope...she'll have to.

Packing was the most annoying part of getting ready for the press tour; they'd be away for two weeks before the launch party so she had to pack smart. She also wanted to look good no matter how she was feeling. She was in her element. Blaring some jazz in the background, sipping on wine and dancing. Rain sang as if the world was not listening as she laid out outfit after outfit when her phone went off,

"All or nothing at all

Half a love never appealed to me

If your heart never could yield to me

Then I'd rather have nothing at all..."

"Hellooooooooooooo?" she chimed.

"Oh hey! Wow, someone is living it up." The voice coming in from the other end stated.

"I barely call jamming to Billie living it up." She chuckled, "but to each his own." She teased.

He laughed. He never knew why he'd laugh at the littlest things she'd do or say but some way, somehow it always evoked that kind of response from him. Whatever it was fun - their report, instantly able to feed off each other no matter the subject of the conversation. Speaking of which, he wasn't sure as to why he'd called her, he didn't have anything of interest to tell her but for some reason, after spending the day lazing around his place he needed a change in pace. He guessed she'd bring that to him. Plus, there was that one thing.

"Burn. I take it that you're packed and ready for tomorrow?" he asked.

"Barely. I've only just decided on like two outfits. I swear it's like I have no clothes! What is the point of shopping when you end up with fewer outfits than what your bills suggest?" She replied rhetorically.

"A philosophical question worth exploring. Plus, I'm sure you will most likely add to your wardrobe along the way, not worth the stress." He added.

"Oh trust me, I am not stressed. Not yet anyway, I still have shoes and make-up to pack and let's be serious here, that ain't going to be easy. Thank goodness for the power of vino." She sang the last part in tuned to the music playing in the background.

"Ah, that makes sense. I haven't even started. I figured I've done it enough times, and I haven't even fully unpacked from Christmas vacation. I think I'm good." He bragged.

"Aiden I am not here for that. You can take your smug self and go brag else where...and I'm saying that with my hand on my hip with so much attitude right now." She joked.

"I'm sure you are...hey! I wanted to ask you something or rather tell you something I guess? I don't know, I'll figure out what it is once I say it..." he really didn't know where he was going with this. Shit. He thought to himself, maybe in person would be better. Damnit. Well, he started might as well continue.

"What is it Aiden?" she asked after it seemed as though he wasn't going to start.

"I guess there's no other way to say this so I'm just going to come out and say it. Don't get mad ok?" he wanted her to agree before he went on. Their last encounter...when was it? Right before Christmas was worse than awkward, he wasn't sure if they even made a term for that experience. Nothing he thought of could begin to explain it. And he wasn't even going to blame it on the alcohol, as she texted after his drunken apology, because the only thing to be blamed was his reluctance to confront the elephant in the room they never mentioned but knew was egged on by fans.

"Look, I think I know where you're going with this and I would love for us to sit and talk about it but I really need to finish packing. But I'll do you one better. How about you come over in like an hour and tell me then?" She wasn't somebody who liked to discuss serious issues over communication devices; she liked doing it face to face.

"Sounds good." He smiled.

"Good." She sang. "Good."

"Good. Good good good." He continued.

"Boy, go on now. You are the worst." She teased.

"I try my best. See you soon." He smiled more.

"Peace!" she finished before hanging the phone. That boy was still trying wasn't he? Not that she minded because what they had going on was fun. But to be fair to him, she'd rather establish their friendship more than anything at this point. Not that it was damaged but it could use a tune up or sorts, that is why instead of brushing him off as she would while dating Carl, she'd open her door and take a gamble.

They had had so much fun when they first met, his goofiness was refreshing though a lot of the times he'd continue talking about stuff she had no idea how he'd even arrive there. It's as if a million and one thoughts travelled through his mind at once and he fought to get them out as quick as possible. She teased him effortlessly over time and it became their shtick. She looked down at her clothes and shook her head. Why did she leave it to the last minute? Another glass of wine and some Kanye would have to get her through this part. If one wish would come true now it would be for her clothes to magically collect, fold and pack themselves so she could enjoy the rest of her day chilling. She glanced over her computer and decided another minute wouldn't hurt she promised herself.

She logged on and opened Twitter, perhaps a fun cute little tweet would generate some push to continue her chore. She opened the window and wrote the first thing that came to her mind, "too eager to finish packing. #Twistedtour2014 who's excited though? #AboutThatTravellingLife #Nomads ."

She looked at the clock, 12 pm, she had plenty of time. She looked at the glass beside her and side-eyed it, what a lush she thought to herself. When she caught glance at herself in the mirror she did a double take. But who is that? Ah well, she wasn't trying to impress anyone. Her hair was curly from her shower earlier and she was wearing a hoodie and jogging pants. "I'm not even going to change," she laughed. She walked further into the living room again eyeing the pile of clothes she still needed to sift through. "Ok Kanye," she said to herself, "make this happen." She continued sorting out her clothes when the sound of her Twitter notification went off, she picked up her phone and smiled.

He had retweeted her tweet and added, "Leggo." She shook her head hard; she was going to have to teach that boy a thing or two about words.