I looked back and saw the front of my bedroom door. On it was a sky-blue post-it note that said,"We've decided to go ahead and let you sleep. You've had a rough night. Besides, you take like 5 minutes just to get ready anyway! -Justin" Aw, how sweet. But I don't have a ride...? I grabbed an apple, ran it under some water, and bit it. I let it hang in my mouth as I grabbed a water bottle and headed for the door. Maybe I could find a taxi, or call Mitchie if she isn't shooting "Mollywood" right now for a ride. "Wait, Alex!" I heard from behind me.
I turned around and saw who called out for me. Perfect timing. "Oh, hey Nate!!!" I exclaim, walking over to him. "Hey, Alex! Your mom said you wouldn't be up for a while, so i thought I would drive you over there. Good publicity, she says. But I honestly think-" Nate started. "Wait, listen. I have to tell you something and it's had me worrying all night," I said. "Oh okay, no wonder you woke up late. Shoot," Nate commented. "Well, Nate. You know we're dating for the press-" I started. "Wait, it's more, right? Or you didn't like the date? Because that sort of was a bad date with all that paparazzi. We could-" Nick interrupted. I reached out for his hand and grabbed it. "No! I loved the date! I wish we could do that again," I said, smiling. "Oh, well you know I could always take you-" Nick interrupted again. I smiled and gave him an annoyed look. "Oh, whoops. Sorry," he apologized. I laughed,"It's alright."
My face became serious again. "Nate, that wish can't come true though," I said, softly. Nate still heard me. "What?" Nate asked, frozen on the spot.
"The press knows that I'm dating Dean... like, for real," I started. Nick rolled his eyes at the name. "But the press doesn't know what's going on between us. And, to tell the truth, we haven't broken up yet," I said slowly. "It's like out of nowhere 'we' come into the picture. It's like I'm cheating on him..."
I hesitated and realized. "I... am cheating on him!" I exclaimed. "Yes, but that could change if you just broke up with him. I know you don't like him as much anymore," Nate suggested. "But... it's too late! I mean, there's already stuff going on in the press about us. So the whole world knows about this," I wailed. "Well then tell them that you broke up with him earlier," Nate suggested. "But then they'd think that I'd broken up with him for you. And then your break up with Miley is going to seem very similar to my dilema... and no offence, but... it seems like Miley would agree to make her look like the victim,"
I explained. Nate frowned. "Maybe Dean would agree with her, too..." Nate thought out loud. I looked down and nodded.
A long silence until I took a deep breath and announced,"I think we should break up." Nate almost jumped. "What? NO!" he said, weakly. "But it's the only way around this! Maybe later... but right now... I don't think I'm strong enough for all of 'this'" I said, my arms flailing. "B-but, I'd help you..." Nate said quietly. I looked at him with the most sorriest eyes that I could do, which was easy at the this particular moment. I could imagine darkness growing behind Nate, his head hung low and hands in his pocket. What I couldn't do was imagine the horrifying blackness engulfing him out of my own sight. But it was going to happen. "Well... why don't you break up with Dean, and then we could get together without the press knowing?" Nate suggested, trying to add a little bit more light. "The press will obviously catch us, and we'd make a full circle. Like I said, give it sometime for me to get it all straight again,
please?" I said. "Stalkers," Nate whispered, along with other curses. His eyes were watery. Nate looked up at me. "Okay," he agreed finally, caressing my cheek and wiped off one of my own tears. "I will always be into you, Alex," he says. "I have been ever since I hit you with a chair that one time," he said,
chuckling. "I smiled wide. I moved my hand up to hold his, that was against my cheek. "I'll miss these moments, even after just one date. There's also one thing I'll miss," I said. "let me guess, we've only done that one once too?" Nick asked, stepping closer to me.
Nicks' POV
I stepped closer to her, smirking. Alex moved closer to me also. "Yup only once, but like that one date, it was incredible," she said, eyebrow raised. "Hmm Did it go a little like this?" I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. "And a little something like this," Alex said, as she slid her arm around my neck. I let myself drift closer to her. Our lips met in incredible passion. My grip grew tighter around her, and I groaned as she pressed herself against me. I felt her fingers run through my hair, and her own grasp on me was tight. She moaned as I deepened the kiss. I tested my own self control and broke the kiss.
"Please, before we go to the set again, promise me something." I said, trying to back up, but she wouldn't let me. "Of course, Nate," she said, her eyes twinkling. She was going to cry soon. "Break up with Dean," I say. She looks up at me, surprised. "If he touches you like I had just now, I won't be sorry for breaking that egotistic, arrogant, insane person we call 'Dean,'" I say. Really, no joke.
Alex giggled. "I wouldn't let him touch the chair I'm sitting in without you breaking his neck," she says smiling. "Of course I'll keep that promise, Nate."
I smile wide. "Thank you, so much," Nick says. "Any day, Nick," Alex says, smiling as wide as I am. As we let each other go, Alex jumps up and hugs me again.
"I'll miss you, I love you," she whispers in my ear. "Me too, I love you too," I reply. I gulp,"This is the last time we're goinjg to hold each other like this for a while. Alex rested her head on my shoulder. "I feel empty already," she says playfully. "Until eternity, Alex," I say. She lifts her head and looks at me in the eyes. She smiles, but then something alerts her. "Oh my gosh, we gotta go!" she says, grabbing my hand and leading us out of her house.
As we exit my car she says,"Until eternity, Nate." Our grasped hands finally let go. I watch her take her distance from me, as the paparazzi takes the pictures. My hand felt numb, it wasn't the same. But at least, we were late to the set... together.