chapter 4:

I never really liked the element of surprise, but I figured on a day like this, I could go with it, after all it had been almost two months since I saw him last. I hoped he hadn't done anything fancy for us though, because I could have been perfectly happy staying at home tonight just with him.

"Get dressed in something nice" he told me.

I went to my room, and opened my cluttered closet that I dreaded looking in because of the piles of unorganized clothes forming on the inside. I couldn't even imagine what I should be getting ready in.. A dress? dress pants? I had no idea, so I decided to go dressy casual. Black dress pants, A beautiful silky flowered shirt that was just nice enough to wear on a date, and a pair of black strap heals. I looked at myself up and down in the mirror, and I actually thought I looked nice. I didn't want to over dress myself, but I wanted to look perfect for him.

I walk out into my apartment, and he was sitting on the couch waiting for me to finish getting ready. Luckily for him, I wasn't the type to take forever, so he wasn't waiting too long.

"You look stunning" he said to me

I didn't feel stunning, I thought I looked fine, but not as great as I should. I always felt like I didn't look as good as I should when I was around him though. I knew that it was stupid for me to think that way, But he was so perfect in my eyes, It was useless for me to even try.

"I'm really, really happy I'm here with you, I'm sorry it's been so long"

I smiled, because I was happy that he was here tonight, but I didn't really say much in response, because secretly, I was crushed, and upset that it took two months for this to happen. I think it bothered me most because of how much I loved him, I wanted nothing more than to say "it's okay, It's not your fault" and even though I knew it technically wasn't his fault, I always had a grudge on my shoulders, that I hadn't been with him in two months. I couldn't shake it.

"so where are we headed?" I asked him

"Well, I figured we could go out to dinner first" he told me

That actually sounded like a good plan, with all the hype in him coming, I forgot to eat. It was always so weird to me, when we talked on the phone, or skyped I never felt like this, but right now, my stomach was upside down.

"that sounds like a great idea"

We both got into his car, He didn't have anything too fancy, which I liked.. I hated feeling like I was driving around with "Mr. Celebrity". My taste was a lot more simple than his, But I respected everything he bought. Driving in the car always soothed me. I liked to look out the window, and talk and just listen to music. He did too, he always told me he loved road trips, which only made me love him more.

"How has tour been?" I asked him honestly, Hoping he would open up to me.

"It's been.. well stressful to say the least."

Good. He wasn't glamorizing anything to me, which made me happy that we could at least be honest with each other.

"what do you mean?" i asked him, questioning him with my tone.

He told me all about it. He told me about the countless nights where he felt sick or where he didn't feel like singing, or when all he wanted to do was sleep. I loved hearing that he would rather be doing something else but performing. I hated that he felt like he had to put on an act though. Of course singing was his passion, and something he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but he needed a break, and he needed to be here with me.