Maui Mall

1:30 PM

Dylan sluggishly dragged her feet across the freshly polished floors of the Maui Mall. For the first time ever, Dylan wasn't in the mood for shopping. Not even buying a new pair of D&G sunglasses would cheer her up. She knew something was wrong when she had no desire to shop.

But the thing was, nothing was wrong. Well, I guess if you could consider just losing the love of your life perfectly normal, then nothing was wrong. But something was wrong, and she knew what it was, she just couldn't admit to herself that she did love Chris, and that she did want to be with him.

Dylan dragged her Kate Spade gladiator sandals into Betsey Johnson. She grabbed a few dresses and a pair of pumps and threw them to her personal shopper along with her VISA card.

"Ring them up." she demanded with a sharp edge to her voice. The woman ran away quickly following Dylan's demand.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the distance. It wasn't talking to her, but to someone else.

Dylan spun her head around, and she heard the voice again. For some reason, at that moment, her stomach lurched when she heard him. Like a 7th Grader's stomach would do when their crush talked to her.

She'd heard so many times that when you have that feeling, it usually means that the person is usually… your soul mate.

So many pictures and thoughts and memories ran through her head at that moment. All of them were with Chris… She and Chris walking side by side on the beach; her and Chris holding hands watching the sunset… and so much more.

And in that split second, she realized that she did love Chris… so much more than she had realized. And that she did want to be with him, and grow old with him, and have children with him; because she loved him!

"Ma'am, I rang up your clothes. The total came to $458.79. Please sign here." the nuisance of a saleswoman asked.

Dylan grabbed the pen out of her hand, signed the check and skipped off to where Chris was standing with her new clothes in hand.

She made her way towards the Auntie Anne's where Chris was standing and tapped him gingerly on the shoulder.

"I think we need to talk, Chris" she whispered as she lightly kissed him on the cheek.

He turned to look at her, and Dylan's emerald eyes widened.

It wasn't Chris. It was Andy. And he thought that she was his girlfriend. And Chris was… serving him…?

"Oh, crap." she muttered under her breath.

Claire's POV

"Claire! Claire, where do you think you're going? You're next," everyone backstage at the Victoria's Secret Show exclaimed as they watched Claire speed off in her black Lamborghini.

But Claire didn't care that she could be blowing her contract with Victoria's Secret, and she didn't even care that she was publically embarrassing herself in front of major fashion icons. All she cared about was Cam.

She sped onto the coastal highway and all she could think about was him. It was as if she was addicted to him, and she couldn't get enough.

She must've been going at least 40 MPH above the speed limit; she needed to get to him; she needed to kiss him; she needed to hear those three simple words that always made her heart melt and knees weak.

Cam was her drug, and she couldn't get enough of him.

Claire sped into Derrick's beach house driveway, right next to Massie's, where Cam and the rest of the crew were staying for the time's being.

I hope he's there, Claire hoped, and she began to breathe heavily.

She shut her eyes, took one final breath, and began to make her way up the pathway to the large, luxurious entrance.

She opened the large, oak doors and immediately gasped at the grand atmosphere of it all. It couldn't compare to Massie's beach getaway, but it had something that lured her in. It reminded her of a place where a gala would be held. Its large marble staircase running down the center of the freshly waxed oak floors drew her into the beautiful home. She glanced out into the outdoors through the wall completely made of windows.

"Wow," she whispered in awe.

She heard a low chuckle behind her and immediately spun her head around.

It was the boys' housekeeper. She should've known they could've kept it this spotless on their own.

"Thank You," the housekeeper said proudly with her heavy Russian accent.

Claire gave her a shy smile. "Is Cam here?" she asked, her heat leapt when she said his name out loud.

"Yes. Up the stairs, third room to your right," she confirmed.

Claire nodded and repeated the housekeeper's directions in her head. Up the stairs, third room to the right… Up the stairs, third room to the right…

She ran up the large, marble staircase and turned right. She stood in a large hallway with about 6 rooms on either side of her.

She counted until she reached the third room. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and opened the door.

"Cam…?"

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