Part 1of 2 One shot . Requested by an Anon. Hope you like it. I'll have the other request up this week and next week. Reviews are nice and motivational ;).

Be with you

The screams left a never ending echo ringing in my ears. The flashing lights were hypnotizing… radical. The roaring of yells, laughter and even cries were wonderfully deafening. I stood at the center of the stage watching the arena cascade with lights, all flashing towards me. A smile formed as I took in the moment. I appreciated each and every fan that has been supporting me since the beginning, since the start of this amazing journey. I've been blessed, and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them. I gazed at my thousands of fans; I looked at them and admired their dedication and love.

"Thank you for coming! I love you guys! Good night!"

My voice echoed around the arena occupied by the excited fans. A few moments later I was back stage wiping my sweat, my exhaustion remained and I waited for Jake to come barging in. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the pillow, cushioned on the couch. My towel covered my eyes and a smile began to form in my face.

My second tour has been a success since the beginning. Two months ago I was in L.A getting ready for my tour. Two months ago I was thrilled to get back in the stage and do what I do best. Sing for my incredible fans. But I was also nervous, it has been a year since my last world tour and now I remember the downslide of it all. Only a couple of hours to sleep, fatigueless following each performance, early mornings, late nights and Jake. I forgot how he was always on my ass the last time I performed around the globe.

And I miss her.

A frown replaced the fading smile. I sighed and shook my head, attempting to extirpate my anxiety to take the quickest flight back to America and just see her again. Even if it meant a few minutes. It's been two long since I last saw her. It's been too long since I last held her tight against me.

Who knew two months away from her would bring this much misery?

Don't get me wrong. I am enjoying this moment in my life, this high momentum that marks another step into my career. But I'd prefer to share it with her. If she was here, I wouldn't be dreading much as soon as Jake appears through that door.

"Eduardo! Whoa clean yourself up. You're a sweaty mess."

I chuckled lightly and sat up, removing the wet towel from my face. Jake stood a few feet away from me with his arms crossed around his chest. He had his notepad on one hand on the other, his phone. I raised my eyebrow and waited for him to kill me with his rapid speech, informing me what will happen today, tomorrow and three years from now.

"Where are we going tomorrow?"

He studied the notepad for a few moments, making sure that everything he would say is clear and factual. I waited impatiently for him to finish, when he was he looked at me and a frowned formed.

"Well actually, there have been some problems that we need to take care off before we head out to Argentina."

"Okay what's the problem?"

"Just complications that you don't need to worry about."

"Jake…" I warned. He shrugged. "How long will it take before we head out to Argentina?"

"A couple days. Three max."

I sighed and rubbed my face with my hands in frustration.

"I know man. I know how you hate to be held back. But don't worry will be out as soon as possible."

"It's just not that, Jake. These two-three days mean that I will be away from-"

"Your girl, Loren."

I narrowed my eyes and threw him the towel. He dodged it and smirked. "I was going to say L.A. but… yes. And that."

A knowing smile appeared on his face and I stared at him. He put his hands up in defense. "Alright man. Look I gotta go. I'll call you later."

"Wait Jake. You never told me what the complications were."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Well-"

"Ed!"

A strong accent that I knew too well came barging in. The door collided against the wall and there stood Ian with his bag in hand and a beer on the other.

"And that's part of the problem."

I stood up and Ian sloppily hugged me. I pushed him back as he reeked of alcohol.

"How you doing my man?"

His slurred words made it hard for me to understand. I pushed him to the couch and he laid there. I watched him take another chug of his beer before taking it away from him.

"How many of these have you had?"

"A-a-a cou-couple."

I nodded instantly understanding what he meant. As in cue, Ian suddenly stood up and rushed towards the bathroom. I heard grunts and his vile noises coming out of the small venue. I dispersed my gaze from the bathroom and walked over to the dressing mirror. I scrutinized my reflection and decided that these three days were needed. I need to rest since my non-stop tour from Central America down to South. I rubbed my face and began pacing back on forth. I looked at the clock and it was 12:40. I'm still not sure what the time difference is between Brazil and L.A. But nonetheless, I picked up telephone and began dialing her number.

I paced impatiently around the room waiting for her sweet voice to rapidly pick up. After five rings I groaned in agony. I was about to put hang up when I heard her voice. A smile instantly formed and I sighed in relief. Contentment fulfilled me.

"Hello?"

"Loren?"

"Eddie is that you?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh so now you remember about me?"

I flinched. "Yeah about that… sorry I've been really busy lately. That's why I didn't call two weeks back."

Her heartfelt laugh rang through my ears and I found myself contemplating it, wishing I was there with her. Watching as her head rolled back, her hands covering her mouth and the other clutching her stomach. Watching as she would smack my arm and gently sigh in content.

"I miss you!"

"Me too…"

"My best friend is gone for seven months…. Who am I going to call whenever I start craving Moshi's?"

"You think it has been easy for me? No babe, I haven't had a proper sleep since the tour begun. Just five months to go and I'll be back to buying you Moshi's at 3 a.m."

"Babe? Hm."

I bit my tongue as I realized what I had unconsciously said. "I like that sound of that. So babe, tell me more of how wonderful life is without me." I internally sighed and sat back on the couch. Ian came out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck. He looked at me for a fragment of a second before grabbing his suitcase and another towel. He went back to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Well it's misery actually. After the shows I have no one to talk to."

"You have Jake and your band."

"Yeah but all they talk about is business. And you know I detest it."

"I wish I was there with you."

"You have no idea how I want that too." I sat up straighter as an idea popped out. "Hey why don't you come to South America and tour with me for the remaining five months?"

I waited in anticipation for her answer.

"I'd love to!"

"It's settled then-"

"But I can't."

My smile wavered and I sighed in disappointment. "Why not."

"A friend is visiting me from Russia for a month. But hey maybe after I can come to tour with you all over the world Mr. Duran."

"Yeah maybe next month." I said not liking the idea of being apart from her too long.

"Oh-Oh you sound disappointed."

"I am actually. Thank you for stating the obvious… You know if you were here I'd be taking you to the Statue of Christ the Redeemer. I know how you've always wanted to take a picture of it."

"Oh my god… I still do!"

"So I'll buy you the earliest flight to Rio De Janeiro."

"Ha-ha nice try Eddie."

"Hey a guy can only try, babe."

"Gah! I miss you. Come home already. So I can have you all to myself and show you my killer new moves."

"I wish I can do that… But I can't, not even over Jake's dead body. That man will stop at nothing. So why don't you come over to me and our problems will solved."

"And I can't because of my friend. In just one month…" She sighed. "I gotta go. Need to meet up with the girls. Melissa's birthday is coming up and she's making a week out of it."

"Isn't that like in four months?"

"Yeah but you know her. She wants her 19th birthday spectacular. I have to go. Bye best friend, it was so great hearing from you after you went MIA on me. I'll miss you. Call me as soon as you have Jake off your ass. Okay?"

"I promise I will… Hey Loren?"

"Yeah?"

I love you.

"It was nice talking to you… I miss you."

"I miss you too…"

"Alright, bye."

She was quiet for a second before sighing. "Bye…."

I hanged up and placed the phone back on the table. I flopped down on the sofa and fell fast asleep.

"Mate, what in the world are you looking at."

I scrolled past the pictures one by one, each looking at Loren.

"Um news."

I shrugged and continued looking at her. Or her 2-D form.

"Is that Valley Girl? Ed, I know you have a thing for her but this is just ridiculous."

"Her name is Loren and I don't I have a thing for her."

"Yeah well, there must be someone else name Loren who haunts your dreams because you couldn't stop saying her name yesterday."

I cleared my throat and Ian unexpectedly took my phone. He proceeded to look at the pictures. A smirked appeared on his face.

"Not bad. She's actually pretty hot to be four years your minor."

I leaned back on the chair and picked up the glass taking a drink out of it. I watched Ian become engrossed in the pictures, I stared off into the distance and thought of what she would be doing right now. Probably sleeping. It's 11 a.m. here so it must be 7 a.m. over there. I smiled as I remember the last time I went over at her house at 1 o'clock in the morning. We had gotten in an argument and she had closed the door on my face earlier that day. After a thousand calls and messages which she never answered, I decided to go to her personally and solve things my way. I knocked on her window and begged her to let me in. She threatened me she'll call the cops but in the end she opened it, complaining and groaning followed in front of me as I climbed into her dark room. She was reluctant to listen to what I had to say but her stubbornness was restrained and in the end she forgave me and my bad judgment… or jealousy as Melissa pin pointed. Loren had gone out on a date with this Spanish guy and his fancy name, Estefan, I didn't like it and I got the feeling he meant bad business. I interrupted their date and took Loren with me. It turned out Estefan was Loren's "study buddy".

And he was gay.

I ran a hand through my hair and averted my gaze back to Ian. He had a smirk on his face. "Her friend is pretty hot too."

"Who Melissa?"

"Yeah I think that's her name, the one with the eye catching clothes."

"That's her."

"Oh look, the paps are keeping tabs on your girl while you're gone. These pictures are recent."

He scrolled past them, one by one. I noticed his smile fade each time he went to the next picture. His smirk was no longer there; instead he had a nervous demeanor. He looked at me before putting the phone down and laughed neurotically.

"Well paparazzi's are certainly no one to trust."

He picked up his bagel and took a bite. I grew aware of his evasiveness. "Mm these are good."

"Ian-"

"So Mate, where are we going next? Want to come and catch some models with me? We can forget about everything and have a little bit of fun while we're here. What do you say?"

He took another bite and I raised my eyebrow. "Ian…"

"Mate, maybe you should forget about Valley- err- Loren."

"What?"

He swallowed and shrugged his shoulder. "I think that you should move on..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

He scratched his head and picked up the phone. He hesitated for a moment but decided to hand it to me. "See for yourself." I took the phone from his hand, spare him another glance before looking at the picture. I scrutinize every part. From the smiling faces, the proximity of their bodies, his hands around her small frame and hers on his chest. They were staring at each other and her smile seemed to last. I looked at guy again and my hand turned into fists.

Shit.

Realization struck me hard. Or maybe it's heart break. I can't figure, I've never felt like this. Betrayed? No, why would why, we were nothing but best friends. Maybe hurt… hurt that she would be with another man all smiles and with the same blue dress we danced during her prom. I definitely feel pain and ache... Now it's when I realize how much this girl means to me, when she's in another man's arms.

Now it's when I realize how much I love her.

And I can't help but feel like I've been struck in the heart three times. This man must be her friend. The reason why she turned down my offer to come touring with me. Is he more important than me? Does he mean more to her than I do? A bitter smile appeared on my face. That should be me… that should be me making her smile like that. Maybe if I had brought her with me, willingly or not, then she wouldn't be in his arms and in mine instead.

She would've been mine.

"Mate…. So I hear there's a runway later on today. We should go."

I nodded and continued to look at the picture. Ian took from me and shook his head. "It's not healthy when you look like your about to kill someone."

I suddenly stood up from the chair and walked towards the exit. Ian's chair slid back and followed me. "Where are you going?"

"I don't fucking know."

I spat. I was to furious to think properly. My mind was filled with rage yet pain. Jealousy. I wanted that guy's hands off her, away from her. I wanted him back to Russia and I'm going to make sure he's back. And I want her in my arms. I want her, and I'm going to get her. I rapidly walked over the car and closed the door behind me. Ian got in swiftly and shook his head, understanding what my irrationality will do at this moment.

"Where do you want to go sir?"

"Back to the hotel."

"And after that?"

I sighed and reference back to the picture. The smiles on both of their faces, that smile that she should be giving to me. I didn't hesitate not even for a second. Ian chuckled and kicked back.

"Airport."

I will get my girl.