A/N:Hello wonderful people of . Ha!Okay so I know it's been a while since I've update but life gets pretty complicated at times. I'm for sure going to update more frequently than I have been, though. I want to update AT LEAST twice a week from now on. Don't want to keep you lovely people waiting.
S/O: To Marirosa1979. You are so sweet and I love,love, LOVE you! You're always so nice and understanding and I just want to give you a big thanks! Haha
Hope You all are having a great day, or what's left of it. Okay continue on… Hope ya like it. Oh.! Almost forgot! I'm going to write the rest of this story in Loren's point of view just because..and I might throw Eddie's point of view in there every once in a while.. Okay NOW you may read on…
Loren
. What was the difference? The crowd of people slowly faded, leaving only him and I. Where is mom?And Mel? Where's Max, this Is his bar. I scratched the center of my hair, I tend to do that when I'm tired. I don't want this to end, though. I don't want the non-stop flow of conversation to come to a halt, but I know it has to at some point. We talked for hours, days if I may say so. Those hours were short and flew by before I could even blink, and I want them back. I enjoyed every second of the time. I got to know him, he got to know me. It's actually quite some story if you really think about it. I'm an ordinary girl from the valley, where as he is living what as I like to call "the good life." He has fame, he has fans. He has people that would go the highest just for him to notice them. He has people that will drop tears just because he broke a finger nail. Two separate life styles, but two similar people. In our personalities we are very much alike. I'm more of a sporty type of girl and he's played every sport that comes to mind when you think of your typical high-school "Jock," but that's not him. He's Not a jock. He's a down-to-earth geeky type of guy, actually. Who would have thought that the Eddie Duran is into books? Lemony Snickett, the wonderful author of A Series of Unfortunate Events, is our favorite child-hood author. The stories have a history of leaving me on the edge of my seat, and I mean literally.
This convivial moment. I want so badly to go home and doze off in my snug, comforting bed. The tight hug the covers give me as I bring them on top of my fuzzy Angry Birds jammies. I shiver at the pleasant thought.
"Loren?" I hear Eddie ask, his voice barely above a whisper. I open my eyes, they met his immediately.
"Yeah?" I reply in a whisper as he did. His hand brushed against the skin underneath my eyes. Yeah, I know Eddie. I know I need some sleep but I don't want any.
"It's kind of late. We should get some sleep." I nod to him, showing him that I agree. We stood there. Stood there not knowing whether to bring one another into a hug or to only reciprocate a friendly hand shake. I decided to break the cold wall and bring him in for a tight squeeze, which didn't last very long to my disappointment.
"Oh Loren Wait!" I hear him shout my name from behind, so I stop my feet from moving any further and turn his direction.
" Maybe I should, get your number? Just in case you want to grab a quick lunch some time?" I bit my tongue to hold in any giggles that were protesting to be let out. The oldest line in the book, and yet it was cute when he used it. He made it seem so much cheesier than it really is, and it is very cheesy. I smiled and dialed my number into his phone. I gave him an " Okay" nod and went the opposite direction.
"Boy do I have quite some story to tell Mel." I whispered to myself as I drove off from the scene.
It's him and I, not centimeters apart on the piano bench. I'd just sang to him for the first time. David Guetta is one of my favorite artist, so it was only normal that I played Titanium as the song to sing.
" That was great." His volume faded the room silent. Not a whisper. Not a sound. I'm sure his mind was going just as fast as mine was, but none of the words were spoken aloud. The room was quiet. Our gaze never broke one another's, it was only us. His lips grew closer to mine, not taking long for them to meet. They were soft, and warm. They brought me this comforting feeling. This feeling of security. His tongue entered my mouth by force, soon causing my tongue to dance against his. He brought his hands toward my mid thigh, caressing it as the kiss deepened. This is how I want to always feel. I want to always feel his touch. His soft, comforting touch.
"Beep!Beep!Beep!" The alarm sounded next to my bed, resulting in me jumping half way in the air. Dammit, it was just a dream. That feeling. That feeling was all in my imagination. It was all a fib. School. I growled as I pulled the covers from my body. It's cold. It's very cold. I hurry into my snuggy and into the kitchen for breakfast. Where are my freshly baked biscuits? Or my ice cold orange juice? Better yet, where's my mom? I growled once again.
.Knock.
I run for the door, but it swung open before I made it.
"What Is This!?What Is THIS?!" Mel shoved the magazine in my face, I couldn't see a thing. I finally regained my sight back.
CelebRoutine Magazine:
Rock star Eddie Duran spotted at his dad's hit Club in L.A. with an Unknown Beauty. Has Eddie Duran finally moved on from his cheating ex girlfriend Chloe Carter? Reporters found him leaving the club with the beauty late last night. Maybe there's a brewing romance in the making for the two? Stay tuned with CelebRoutine Mag. For the latest on the two!
An apologetic smile grew across my face. Here it comes. The wrath of Mel as some may say. Yes, that is what I call it. This girl can get a bit carried away at times.
"How Come you didn't tell me you Knew THE Eddie Duran?!" And there it is.
" Well I-I-I wanted to but," She cut me off. Expect to always be cut off when you are friends with Mel.
"Enough of that. How do you know Eddie Duran?" I lead Mel and myself to the couch and we both crashed down onto it in unison.
"Well, Long story short he came by to get some type of papers two days ago for his dad. Apparently My mom is Max Duran's new manager." Mel rose up from her spot on the couch, I don't know what this girl is doing. It seems as if she's pacing back and forth, but whatever she is doing with her arms still remains a mystery.
" So you mean to tell me that you met theEddie Duran two days ago and you're just now telling me this." Oh Dear God. I can't help but expect the worst right now. When Mel is quiet, there's something wrong.
"I'm so sorry it's just that—" Mel's loud ring tone cut between my words. It was probably Lisa. Lisa has been on her non-stop ever since the accident Adriana caused her earlier that week.
"And there goes the witch's queue, apparently her Vitamin B is completely on full today." I gave Mel a soft punch.
"That's not nice! Lisa is only doing what's best for you, you know?" In return Mel rolled her eyes and nudged me to the side.
"Whose side are you on here?" She didn't let me reply. She grabbed her purse, and left. Typical Mel. Always looking for the dramatic way out of things.
It's been a couple of days since I've been on twitter, so my next move was heading toward my laptop. I had a ton of tweets about my appearance with Eddie at MK, but it wasn't like that. We were just two people getting to know each other better, but completely unexpected. I never would have expected him to show up at my party, but I should have. It was his dad's club.,87yhuuuuuuu
Eddie Duran TheREAL_EddieDuran: The_LorenTate Had a nice time last night. Who would've thought that we would've had so much in common? #WhoWould'veThoughtThat
Loren Tate The_LorenTate: TheREAL_EddieDuran Right? I had fun..definitely one of the best birthdays I've had..We should hang out more haha #ANewFriendshipMade
EddieDuran TheREAL_EddieDuran: The_LorenTate Definitely #I'mAllForIt
My laptop shut close as I got up to put my clothes on for school. Ugh, School! I honestly don't feel like going. I let out a frustrated sigh and started for the door.
School that day was long and pointless, that's just if you ask me. Nothing was taught. The action going on in that school had nothing to do with academics, trust me. In every corner of the school, I'd see a jock picking on the smaller students, or maybe I'd see one of the cheerleaders putting on way to much makeup at their lockers. My point Is, there was no reason to go to school today.
I look at my phone as I feel it vibrating in my back pocket. It's from Eddie.
"Hey Loren. Not busy today. Hoping that a special someone will say yes to dinner later on? What do ya say?
"Hmmm…Only If that special someone is me. I don't want to be third wheeling or anything."
"Third wheeling Eh? Never. I'm asking you do you want to grab dinner later on? Maybe I can kick your butt in foosball like I promised.
"Oh It's ON Duran. What time should I be ready? I at least gotta look good while showing a special someone how to really play a game of foosball."
"Looks like someone is getting ahead of herself. What makes you think you're going to win this thing? We'll see about that. What about 8p.m.? "
"Sounds great. See ya then Duran"
"It's Eddie."
"Yeah, I know. Duran just sounds much cooler."
"Okay then. Be Ready Loren Tate"
The smile planted across my face isn't going anywhere. It going to be there. I have 4 hours to get ready. Who do I always call to when In need of fashion advice? Mel. That girl should make her own clothing line or something. She always has the perfect outfit for every occasion. In this case, I'm in need of a dressy but also casual looking outfit.
"Hey Mel. This is Loren. Guess who has a dinner date with Eddie at 8. Yeah, that's right! I do. So what does that mean? It means I need my best friend to come over here and handle my outfit of course!"
Knowing Mel, she was already in the car before the text completely sent. It didn't take her long at all to text back. She is always looking for the chance to bring out her fashionista skills, so this is perfect for her.
"Say no more. I'm on my way."
I nod, the smile still glued to my face. My body crashes back on my bed and I let out all of these teenage girl squeals. What can I say? We teen girls can get a bit out of control. I have a date with Eddie Duran. No. It's not a date. It's just two people going to dinner with a nice game a foosball thrown in there. Who am I kidding? This is a date. No way around that.
I need to tell my mom. I need to tell her about how much fun these past two days have been. Speaking of mom, where is she? I haven't seen her ever since last night. I was about to text her when my front door swung open.
" Okay! Don't panic! Mel is here and she is about to find you the perfect outfit." Typical Mel. Of course she would talk about herself in third person. Do you not know this girl?
"And…why, exactly, are you talking about yourself in third person?" Her fingers crashed into the center of my lips. I guess this is her way of telling me to be quiet.
" I don't think you should be asking questions at a time like this. We have to find you the perfect outfit, and we don't have much time to do so." She ran past me and into my closet. Every once in a while she'd scream in frustration when she didn't find what she wanted, but this is Mel. And then she had it. She'd finally found the outfit we've been looking for. The outfit that would literally drop mouths if I entered the room in it. The outfit that I'm definitely wearing to the dinner date.
It was now 15 minutes until Eddie was supposed to pick me up, and I couldn't wait. The time was driving me crazy. I mean, who wouldn't be excited to be going on a date with the Eddie Duran. But that's the thing. I'm not going on a date with the Eddie Duran. I'm going on a date with Eddie Duran. The guy that is normal, just pursuing his dreams in music. Nothing to fancy about that, right? Excluding the fact that he has lots of money and his car is probably worth more than my entire life, he is a normal guy. He snorts, he laughs, and he loves sports. He is a normal guy. I don't quite understand, though. I don't understand why people worship the ground he walks on. He is a normal guy. That's what fans fail to realize. They are still normal people. They give these celebs a sense of power. They make them feel like they're above everyone us, when in all reality that's not the case. But it's different with him, ya know? He isn't the type to look down on others, if anything he is the one that pushes you into doing what you want to do. Well, this is just what I know about him.
"Knock. Knock. Knock"
That's him. I quickly made my way to the door, and slowly opened it to make the moment seem more dramatic. I totally just pulled a Mel just then.
"Wow, Loren you look—" I cut him off, I don't want too much attention drawn to myself.
" I look ready to kick someone's butt in foosball? Yeah, I know. That's cause I am." Once again, I go for the dramatic exit.
Eddie, being the perfect gentleman he is, opened the door for me, grabbing my hand so I wouldn't slip on the way in. How could anyone ever cheat on him? He is perfection. Eddie and Loren? Yeah, never going to happen. I shake the feeling and turn my body to face the dashboard.
"So where are we going?" I should have already asked this, but it wasn't really important at the time.
" Just to one of my favorite restaurants in Los Angeles, and then afterwards we're going to hit the foosball court." I nod in approval.
" You look nice, by the way." Yeah, I can feel myself blushing right now. I looked him up and down and nodded in approval once again.
"You don't look half bad yourself." Half bad? He looks perfect right now. His hair is flowing back with the wind. Every once in a while he'd rub his hand through it, and I'd let out a shiver. Not once did he notice, so I am good.
We arrive after a long 30 minute drive. I know this place. This used to be my dad and I's favorite restaurant when I was younger. I haven't been here ever since, though.
"I used to love this place." I saw him scratch the back of his neck. Was that a scuff I heard?
"Ugh, used to?"
"No, I just mean that my dad and I used to always come here when I was younger. I haven't been here ever since. Honestly, I'm glad you brought me here." I heard him sigh, apparently he's relieved that I said that.
"So what got you into music?"
"Well with my mom and dad being MK I guess you could say they've inspired me a lot. I'd hear them singing around the house and all I'd want to do is join them. I couldn't have asked for a better dream to be pursuing, though. I'm not in it for the fame or money, but because I love doing this, ya know? I like inspiring people like my mom and dad inspired me. It's a pretty good feeling, ya know?" He's truly one special person. You don't find many people that are just in it for the love of it nowadays.
"No, I don't know, actually. But I can only imagine how good it must feel to inspire all those people." I gently placed my hand on top of his, but when I felt his eyes trail down to them, I removed it.
Oh gosh, karaoke. I forgot this place was a karaoke restaurant. This is just perfect. It's not that I'm a bad singer, it's just that I'm not the most comfortable in singing in front of other people. The only people that have actually heard me sing are my mom and Mel, and those are the only people that I want to hear me sing. The people that mean the most to me.
"Go up there and sing, I'm sure you'll be great." I sighed in defeat. He won this one, and he knows it. I can tell by the devious grin that's planted across his face. Yeah, you've won Duran.
"Okay, fine. But don't judge me when I'm not exactly rock star quality." He gently pushes me up to the stage.
"Never." He manages to say in between laughs.
I chose my song. Remember when I said David Guetta is my favorite artist? I chose Titanium, of course. The song is so inspirational and it has so much meaning to it. Carefully listen to the lyrics, it means so much more than a song. It is my life in a song.
"You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say.
I'm talking loud, not saying much.
I'm criticized,
But all your bullets ricochet.
You shoot me down,
But I get up.
I'm bullet proof,
Nothing to lose.
Fire away Fire away.
Ricochet, you take your aim,
Fire away, Fire away.
You shoot me down,
But I won't fall.
I am Titanium.
You shoot me down,
But I won't fall.
I am Titanium.
I looked at Eddie. Say something, please? Was I that bad? No one made a sound. The room was silent. I could swear that I heard a paperclip drop. A few more seconds had gone by before the room was full of loud claps and screams.
"Again! Again!" I heard someone say. Was I really that good? Eddie. What did he think? He hasn't made a sound. I could take that as a good sign, but I could also take it as a bad.
I stepped down from the stage, making my way toward our isolated area in the back. It really was isolated. There weren't any other tables near ours, strange maybe? He's staring at me. His eyes are practically glued. Before I could pull the chair out to sit, he'd already done it for me. Such a gentleman.
"So…" I trailed off, trying to break the ice. Nope, that didn't work.
"Oh! You've ordered for me. How nice?" Come on Eddie, say something. Give me your opinion, or don't? I don't know, do something else instead of looking at me like I have three heads right now? Please?
"Loren…" It was a whisper, so I barely caught what he had said.
"That was amazing…that was definitely "rock star" quality, as you call it." I shrugged it off. I'm not that good, and I'm not trying to be modest. I'm no Adele, I can admit that.
The rest of dinner Eddie looked at me differently. Not in a bad way of course, but just differently. I couldn't quite pin point what it was, but I could just tell.
The foosball court was only next door, so we walked there. This place must be newly built, because after all these years, never have I ever seen a Foosball court next to this restaurant. This is great. This is perfect.
"So, Loren Tate…You ready to see how a game of foosball is really supposed to be played?"
"Oh don't worry, I know. I guess it's just time that I show you."
"Oh it's on!" We both screamed in unison. I rushed to the left ride, and he rushed to the right. I'm definitely going to win this thing.
We were going back and forth. The scores were both tied at 9, so whoever made the next shot was the winner. I had an advantage on him though, you know? I'm not left handed, and he clearly doesn't know that.
"I admit, you're pretty good." I confessed. This is what I do. I make them think that I'm giving in, but I'm not. I will never give in. I'm Loren Tate, that's just something I will not allow.
"Yeah, I know."
"A little modest one aren't you?"
He replied in a shrug.
"But, there's something you probably should know about me."
"Oh Yeah? And what's that?"
"I'm not left handed!" I quickly shot the ball in the hole. Oh yeah, I won this thing. He is defeated, this is my victory. I don't want to seem so boastful, but as of right now that is exactly what I am. This entire date he has been talking about how badly I'm going to lose, now it is my time to brag. I showed him how a pro plays foosball, something that he could never teach me.
"Yeah, Yeah."
"No need to be a sore loser Duran, there's always next time… but I'm pretty sure I'm going to win that one too." I'm really rubbing this in his face right now.
Tonight. Tonight was magical. Cheesy, I know, but it was. I don't want it to end, but the time thinks otherwise. He opened the door for me, this guy is really something. Such a sweetheart, though. If it weren't for him, I would still have the same image for all the rock stars out. But no, he's different than any other. He is normal, and that's what makes him different. His eyes. Those eyes are like illusions, easy to get lost in.
"So…Loren, when are you going to let me hear you sing again?"
"Well, it's not often that a rock star wants to hear me sing so…" We both laughed. Yeah, like I said before, he's not your typical rock star.
"Loren…I'm serious, though. I didn't know you could sing like that. I admit, I thought you were going to break at the high notes ,but you proved me wrong. You could go places with your singing Loren." He is serious right now. He seriously is encouraging me to sing? This is what I like about him, though. His persistence is contagious. At this point I'm encouraging my own self to sing more.
"Soon, Eddie."
The rest of the ride was silent. The only noise in the car was Eddie's hands gripping the steering wheel to turn into my drive way.
"So…I had fun tonight, Eddie." I turned to him as I made my way to the door step.
"Me too. We should do this more." Yeah, we should. Tonight was fun. It took my mind off things.
"We should…" His eyes met mine. No movement. Just us staring deeply into each other's eyes. He's leaning down. Am I ready for this? I'm getting ahead of myself. He isn't going to kiss me. He didn't. It was a kiss on the cheek, to my disappointment. I wanted him to kiss me, but at the same time I didn't.
"Goodnight Loren."
"Goodnight Eddie." I shut the door quietly behind me. My back was leaned against the wall. What a night…What a night.
WooHoo! Finally posted a chapter! Sorry for the long wait, it's just that things got kind of complicated, so yeah. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I'm also going to re-write some of the previous chapters just because I'm just not happy with them. Going to also write the rest of the story in Point of View's. It's going to be switching between Eddie and Loren's POV.