a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
find out in 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎.
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natalie atkins 10:24PM los angeles, california
ever since the american music awards show me and shawn were closer than ever, i knew i shouldn't have paid attention to juliana's comment, she always just sees the negative side of things.
which i appreciate because i always see the good in people so i need someone to bring me back down. but i also wanted to rub it in her face to prove that not all people are bad.
we were now well over half way of the first leg of the tour and christmas was luring around the corner with only a couple more days left, i was excited to see my family again.
shawn was teaching me how to play guitar, finally. he started teaching me a couple days after the awards show and now he teaches me after every single concert - without fail.
sometimes we would be up until two or three in the morning playing guitar or laughing, everyone else would tell us to shut up - it was so bad that both ally and brian decided to sleep in the hotels from now on.
i secretly think they were going to see each other or had a thing together, that's something i'll probably ask her eventually. but i am happy for her, she deserves happiness.
we had just finished the first la show, my parents came to see and afterwards they told me how proud they were, it genuinely made me so happy.
i was also extremely glad to be back in my bedroom for the first time in a couple months, i had missed it so much. "oh my god." i groan as i face plant my pillows which makes ally laugh, "you know what, i actually think the beds in the tour buses are better." i tell her as i flip my body around.
ally raises her eyebrow, "really?" she asks, sitting on the foot of the bed, i nod my head, "no way, you're just used to the tour bus bed."
"probably." i say, ally throws me a shirt from my closet and i catch, "thank you."
we both slide in to some more comfortable clothes, before getting into the bed sheets, "wait you didn't eat yet?" ally tells me, turning to face me, i shrug.
"it's ok, i'll just have a bigger breakfast tomorrow." ally shakes her head. "ally!" i groan, already knowing where this was going.
"i know you, you won't so get your ass downstairs and grab a protein bar or something." she says, pointing to the door.
"but i'm so comfortable." she ignores my comment which makes me groan once more and get up, going downstairs.
my phone began to buzz from the island where i had a glass of juice and my protein bar, i pick it up to see a message from shawn.
