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I took my time in the rest rooms fixing my hair, giving up and putting it up a different way. I then washed my face completely and re-applied all my make up. It wasn't much, I liked to stay casual when it came to looks, but I did it anyways. I then went to the counter in the front to buy a large pack of "Goslette Raisins", three of them actually. I knew Arron didn't like chocolate unless it was homemade his way. And thus, of course this was for me, not him.
I went back to where he was in the near top row, the girls went back to where they were with a few guy friends, the guys looked enviously at Arron. Trying to put on my best "happy-go-lucky" facade, I quickly and gracefully hopped the few stairs of the aisle to his side. He stared at me in awe (or more like the chocolates,) with the "are you insane?" look. I shrugged, ignoring him stubbornly and took my place, the ads were still going, the movie wasn't due for another 5 minutes or so. Weird, I was hoping it'd already started so that I'd have some time to think of an excuse before my car ride with him back.
"You did something with your hair." He observed pleasently. His voice remained calm and down in a murmur, I guess he was still trying to keep his profile low. Well at least he wasn't wearing sunglasses inside a theatre.
I nodded at his comment, seeming fixiated on the random advertisements. He opened his mouth to make another comment, I pulled open one box of Goslettes and began chowing, chewing slowly with each peice.
"Naome, are you mad at me for some reason?" he asked, honestly confused. Don't look him in the eyes. I repeated to myself. No, don't do it, don't do it.
I looked.
Fine, I looked.
I froze, stared, fell deep and didn't have the strength to look away.
I knew this would happen. Fine, I'll admit it. Recently, I've found Arron slightly attractive. Slightly. I mean he's cute and all but, it's not like he's that attractive. Maybe. Okay fine, I'm starting to like him. A lot. Ever since Calvin brought me to their rehearsal once and I've listened to him sing! Okay, all of them had pretty attractive parts to themselves, some more obvious than others. I wanted to slap myself for not being able to look away.
"Arron? Omg! It really is Arron Yan!" some girl shrieked. Well, several girls. "Ya Lun!!" Well I guess I looked away, simply to glare at them. Never seen them in the theatre yet so I guess they just arrived. I sighed and chewed my Goslettes quicker and sinking deeper into my seat. I chuckled when Arron faught the nerves to roll his eyes. His hand was shaking, I patted it with sympathy.
"Is that his girlfriend?" one of the murmured while they were heading up the stairs. I almost laughed at that. But the other cut in, her comment almost made me want to dump my large cup of coke on her. "Hah, you wish. Haven't you been reading the mags? That's Calvin's sister." Now I'm pretty sure I imagined the emphisis but either way, it was still gag worthy. It was Arron's turn to pat my hand in sympathy. I almost stuck my tough back out at him when the girls almost ran down the row of seats to reach us. More like him. I would probably go just as well as passing for invisible when it came to fangirls.
I purposely put my feet up on the chair in front of me where no one was sitting, my legs stretched across the walking space. When they reached us, they didn't cross or bother to deal with the obstacle between them and Arron. "Arron! Oh my gosh! Can I have your autograph I mean, I am... a huge fan." The first one spoke. She was the one that pointed out that I was Calvin's sister.
After 1 minute I got irritated. I took out my i-pod and plugged it in, turning the music to max. It drowned out the conversation happening to and fro across me but it didn't work well otherwise, I still felt their presence. They left when the lights started dimming, sitting in the row directly above us.
I unplugged my i-pod and stared at the screen, throwing the rest of the first box of Goslettes into my mouth. I chewed the mouthful of Goslettes and swollowed them though they didn't quite fit down my troat all at once. I was gonna reach down for my second box of Goslettes but something or someone grabbed my hand. No doubt about my stupid paranoia, it was Arron. I had to be truthful, the feeling wasn't annoying but actually quite peaceful. Am I liking him now? I hope not. I didn't want to have a boyfriend, seen in my past, the closer I got to someone, the more painful they died.It wasn't superstition, it was something about my life that was like that. Something that made me neglect people forever.
But despite all that, the more selfish part of me wanted him. Wanted to have him no matter what risks were taken.
I held is hand for the rest of the movie.
During the last scene, we got up and left, we could probably watch the ending another time, but we just didn't want any trouble with more fans.Unwillingly, I let go of his hand as we snuck out of the theatres. As we made our way out the car, there was a sudden gust of paparazzi. Great, nothing better than that. And the stupid manager wasn't here either. We were barely out the door, when they bambarded us with questions, the cameras were flashing at blinding speeds. Without answering any questions, Arron grabbed my hand and excused himself, pushing our way through the crowd. I tried not to imagine what the headlines were to say tomorrow. Unsuccessful, I told Arron to take the wheel when we arrived there because as predicted, a few minutes after we hit the free way, tears started forming. They were gonna do something, it was the media, they weren't gonna stop until they knew everything going on between us.
I didn't know why I was crying, but cried anyways, the stress was too much. Arron didn't bother to say anything but stole a few concerned looks at me once in a while. I stopped crying after, knowing I was being a baby.
I didn't notice where we were but we got off the freeway and he had parked in an underground parking. Suddenly I felt his arms around me.
"Naome, what's wrong? Tell me." He said softly, he patted my head with one head slowly, sliding it gently down my hair. I reached across the hand break and stuff between us and hugged him.I knew I was supposed to calm down, but I wondered if his heart was beating just as fast as mine was. Probably not, he's a celebrity and about 4 years older than me, he probably held more women than I've held anyone.
"I'm scared." I confessed, my voice hoarse and cracky.
"It's okay," his voice soothed me, soft as ever. Never had he raised his voice with me before, and I was glad that's the way it was between us, nothing like Calvin and me. "We'll handle this together. We'll explain to the media, they should know that we're just really good friends. And you should know that you're like a sister to me. Don't cry, it makes me heartbroken.I'll always put myself in blame. Let's go explain to the company.
They'll know what to do. Don't be scared."
A sister...
I swear to never fall in love again.
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