He didn't like her. He didn't even know her; how could he have feelings for her? Austin had decided that it wasn't Emma that he was attracted to, it was the fact that she didn't know who he was. She didn't judge him for being a rockstar, she judged him based on himself; what he said, not his manager. For the rest of the day, Austin left his email pulled up on his computer, and when he was out of the house, he refreshed his phone every ten minutes.
"Austin!" His mother called for him. He ignored her. "Austin, honey? Come to the living room!"
He rolled his eyes, but did as she asked anyways. "Yeah, Mom?" Austin asked, leaning against the hotel suite wall.
She smiled at him, "Hi, sweetie. It's time to get packed up. Our next flight is in a couple of ours, and you know how Stella doesn't enjoy it when we scare her by being a few minutes off schedule." Austin chuckled. "So go shower and then wear light clothes. I hear Texas is brutally hot in the summer."
The water started running, and Austin decided to check his email again before getting into the shower. Still, nothing. He wasn't disappointed, more as bored, and intrigued by this girl. He took off his shirt and stared at himself in the mirror. Austin had broad shoulders, with visible collar bones. Even though his abs weren't fully toned, you could still see some visible muscle. He shook his bleach blond hair and proceeded to hop in the shower.
At the airport, Austin wore his hood up, with black sunglasses. Stella was there waiting for them. When they walked up to greet her, she put up her index finger to tell them to give her a minute, and when she got off the phone, Stella said, "Austin, darling! How are you? Ready to visit Dallas? Is your throat feeling alright, you can still sing well?" Before Austin could even nod, Stella turned to face his mom. "And Mrs. Moon, are you doing great as well? The hotels are to your liking so far on the tour?"
"Yes, just as expected, Stella. Thank you! How's the tour going for you and your management? Are you excited to visit the heat again? Aren't you from somewhere in Texas?" Mom was always conversationist.
Stella and his mother got into more detail in their conversation, and Austin decided to zone out some. He rolled his suitcase over to a table in a small cafe, and took out his phone. After playing some games, and realizing his mother could talk for hours if she wanted to, he checked his email to find an unopened one in his inbox. Austin's heart started to race a little faster, and his eyes got wider when he noticed it was from Emma.
Even though it was fairly short, she still talked to him, and that made his blood pump.
In response, Austin wrote:
To Emma (emiecat),
Hey.
From, Austin (manonthemoon)
He contemplated about adding more, asking her how she is, or something; but she only said 'Hi' in her email, so would it be too forward to say more? He shook his head, brushed it off and hit sent.
emiecat: chatting is easier.
manonthemoon: agreed.
emiecat: what's up?
manonthemoon: waiting at the airport
emiecat: woah, so soon? how long were you already here before i pushed you down?
manonthemoon: only a couple days, i told you my family likes to travel
manonthemoon: and very funny, but it was my fault. i'm the one who made you fall on your butt.
emiecat: where are you off to now? (my fault)
manonthemoon: dallas. mine.
emiecat: whatever floats your boat man. dallas eh? that's cool. or should i say hot. you're going to fry, by the way
manonthemoon: thanks for the warning. i'll try not to become french fries.
emiecat: but they're so delicious...
manonthemoon: yeah yeah. we're boarding now, i'll see you later.
emiecat: au revoir.
Austin started to put his carry on bags in the boarding space above their seats, when his sunglasses fell off. He bent over to pick them up, and a squeal come from a few rows back. "Oh my gosh, it's Austin Moon!"
About an hour or two later after Emma had finished chatting with Austin for a couple of minutes, she opened up Yahoo on her laptop and roamed through the popular stories. One of the headliners was about Austin Moon being mobbed while boarding a plane from the Los Angeles airport. That's funny, my Austin was just there, Emma thought.
Wait, no. He isn't my Austin. I don't even know him. Emma shook her head to get the thought out of her brain. And this got her thinking, she really didn't know him. Who was she talking to over the internet? Obviously she knows what he looks like, and he isn't a crazy old pedophile. She made a mental note to ask more about him.
Who was Austin?
