"Would you like to go get some breakfast?" I asked Shane as we made our way out of the park. We had the whole day to spend together, so might as well start it off with a good meal.
"Sure, sounds great," he said as he started heading back to our building. "Uh, where you going? Why don't we just make a pit stop somewhere since we're already out?" I asked as I gently tugged at his arm. He looked unsure.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, Jess," he said softly. "Why? We could just grab something to go?" I suggested.
"I just…I don't have any shades or anything, and I don't think it's such a good idea going out in public without anything to hide my face," Shane admitted shamefully.
"Really? I mean it's still pretty early. The paparazzi doesn't come out until at least noon, right?" I tried to joke. Shane didn't laugh.
"I'm not really worried about them. It's just…we have some…enthusiastic…fans and you've never really been exposed to that…I don't really want to expose you to that," he tried to explain to me.
"So in other words, you don't want female fans to see us together because they'll think we're…together?" I forced out the question through gritted teeth. I let go of the light grip that I had on Joe's arm and began to walk ahead of him.
"No! No, Jess, that's not it at all. I just don't want to scare you away from me," Shane tried to reason as he sped up to catch my pace. I sighed as I tried to calm my nerves.
"Shane, how can we be friends if we can't do anything together? I mean, hanging out at the loft is cool, but I'm not down with being 'secrete friends,'" I tried to explain. It was his turn to sigh.
"Ok, but you don't know what you're getting yourself into," Shane said quietly as he gently wrapped his arm around my shoulders to lead me towards a breakfast place.
We walked into an empty family owned restaurant and asked for a seat. As soon as we sat down in a booth, Shane buried his face into the menu. I couldn't help but laugh at how silly he was acting. "Shane, sweetie, look around…no one's even here. We're fine…you're fine," I finished with a soft smile on my lips.
He peeked over his menu, only letting me see his eyes as he raised one eyebrow. I let out a laugh as I gently pulled down his menu. Shane let out a deep breath, "I guess you're right," he smiled at me.
"So, what's it gonna-" our waitress had shown up, but she was cut short of her sentence. I looked up to see a cute blonde girl about the age of 16 wearing a huge smile on her face.
"Oh my gosh! Aren't you Shane Gray?!" she squealed. Shane let out a nervous laugh. "Uh, yeah. Hi," he said bashfully as he put on a charming smile.
"Oh goodness! I know it's early and all, but…could I have your autograph? Please?" the girl almost begged.
"Yeah, sure." Shane said nicely as the girl handed him her notepad. "Oh my gosh! My friends are going to freak when I tell them about this!" the girl squealed again. This time, I had to let out a small laugh.
Shane kept smiling as he handed the girl back her notepad. "Could you do me a favor and wait until we leave to tell your friends? Please? My friend and I are pretty hungry and we just wanted to get some breakfast, if that'd be alright?" Shane asked politely.
The girl nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes! Of course! What would it be?" she pulled out another sheet of paper to take down Shane's order. "Ok, I'll be right back," the girl said excitedly as she left…not even taking down my order.
Shane looked at me apologetically. "Whoa," was all I could manage to get out of my mouth. "I told ya," Shane grinned at me.
"That was…intense," I said still in a slight daze. The sound of Shane's laughter seemed to knock me back into reality.
"Is it always like that?" I asked quietly, in case the girl came back. "Psh, that was nothing," Shane smirked. "Well, that was very nice of you," I grinned as I patted Shane's hand.
"Well, I love my fans," was all he could get out before the girl came back with Shane's drink. He told her thank you, and then motioned towards me. "Jess, would you like something?"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" the girl said as she turned towards me. Her excitement and shock seemed to have shaken her up a bit, and as soon as the girl turned towards me, her arm hit Shane's drink spilling his orange juice all over me. I gasped as the cold drink landed in my lap.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" the girl said with tears in her eyes. "No, no; it's ok. Don't cry, sweetie." Yeah, I was upset and freezing cold now, but I didn't want the girl to cry.
"Um…Britney," Shane took the time to look at her name tag, "We're just going to head out I think, but don't worry…it's early in the morning and we all make mistakes," by now the girl had tears running down her face.
"I really am so sorry," the girl named Britney sobbed. "I know, sweetie. Don't worry, it was an accident and accidents happen," I said with a soft smile. So with one last apology, and a hug from Shane we were out the door.
"Now do you see why I rarely go out for breakfast?" Shane asked me as he raised one eyebrow again. I rolled my eyes. "Well since you caused some poor girl to spill your drink on me…I'd have to say you still owe me some breakfast, Mr. Gray," I told him seriously.
"Ok, ok, but let's just get back to the loft first this time, alright?"