The sun was even too bright to shine through the covers, at where I was trying to hide my face from it. I was going to roll over and try to hide from it again. But wait, my hand was cold. I peeked out from under my blanket, to see that I was in any empty bed. I sat up and the sun hurt my eyes. It must be late, the sun looked high in the sky. After re-adjusting my eyes, I saw something on Bill's side of the bed.

There was a little note.

David surprised me with an interview this morning. I should be back by noon. Order whatever you want for breakfast, and don't miss me too much

-Bill

I reached over and grabbed my phone. Okay, it was only 10.48. I could wait for about an hour. Bill must have gotten up early, since he had to be ready and go to an interview. I'm surprised I didn't hear him. I'm normally a very light sleeper.

I stretched my body. I sat there on the bed, still in disbelief of where I was at. I grabbed Bill's pillow and smelled it. Yep, he was definitely here. No way this could be a dream.

I got up and started to walk into the kitchen. On the table, I noticed something beautifully tied in ribbon.

Diese Rosen sind fur dich.

Next to the roses was a menu. He must really want me to eat. But I was never hungry when I first woke up. It usually took an hour. I picked up the roses and smelled them. They were in fact, beautiful. I couldn't help but smile. I sat them back on the table and decided I should get dressed.

I was still going to wear Bill's shirt, if he didn't mind, because mine was sweaty and dirty from the night before. I did have shorts that I stuffed into my purse. It looked fairly warm outside, so I threw those on. I grabbed my brush and went into the bathroom. I found all of Bill's products scattered on the sink. Eyeliner, mascara, hair straightener, hair spray, and more. I just brushed my hair and wanted to get all the knots out. After that, I put some deodorant on and went back to the kitchen.

It was only 11.15 when I checked my phone. I had a text message.

"Hey babe, want to catch a movie later?"

Chris.

"No, I'm busy." I replied.

I had no idea what the hell I would be doing later. But I knew it wasn't going to include him. So, this Chris guy? Long story short: he was my first love, he broke my heart even though we never officially dated, now he's single and thinks he can just have me. Jerk. I liked him about three years ago, and the worst part is that there is always 'something' there. He's been trying to get with me for about a month now. Jeez, can't he take a hint? But it's over. I'll never fall for him again. I won't have my heart be torn apart by him anymore.

I walked over to the counter, and found a collection of teas and coffees. I love hot tea. I dispensed some hot water from the machine on the counter and threw in a tea bag. Peach mango, yummy. I returned and sat at the kitchen table and I had a clear view of the front door. I stared at my cup, watching it all swirl as I stirred it. My phone vibrated again, and I had more than enough of an idea who it was, so I ignored it.

"Leave me alone." I mumbled to myself.

I finally took a sip of my tea. It was a little hot, but soothed my now sore throat. I really shouldn't scream so much. I finished my tea and went out onto the balcony into the sun. I was hoping I would see when Bill came back, but I was on the opposite side of the building. The sun felt so warm. I took my socks off so I could walk on the deck. I was leaning against the banister, relaxing. I had my eyes closed and let my hair blow in the wind. Then I felt something on my back.

I turned around so fast, I didn't even hear someone come inside.

"Hey." Bill said with a smile.

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Thank you so much. They're beautiful." I said.

"Just a little something." he said back.

"Well you didn't have to."

"But I wanted to. Did you eat anything?" he asked.

"No. I'm not hungry yet. I had a cup of tea though."

"Let me know when you are."

He was standing beside me now and we both were looking over the balcony.

"How was the interview?" I asked him.

He didn't say anything for a minute.

"It was…interesting."

"Why?"

"There were pictures of you leaving the tour bus. And then us last night at the restaurant."

My face froze for a second.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" I said.

"For what?"

"I didn't want to get you in any drama. I just wanted to get to know you."

"Autumn, it's okay. Don't worry about it. I've been in drama before, trust me."

"So then how was the interview? What happened?"

"They asked me a lot of questions about last night."

"You didn't have to answer them."

"No, I wanted to. It was nice to be asked different things for once."

"Well?"

He took a deep breath, and then looked me in the eye.

"I told them that we were just friends and we went to dinner."

"Did they believe you?"

"Yeah, until they saw the pictures of us kissing."

"Then what?"

I couldn't believe this. I did not like being the center of attention. I hated having my picture taken. I'm extremely shy.

"I told them there may be something between us, but that I wasn't sure."

"Well, how do you feel?"