A Week of Fame

Trouble Brewing

Loading your bag in the car, H/N drives you home. Chase's rental was still in the drive along with your convertible, so it's no surprise they are still home. You unlock the door, and invite him in behind you.

"Wait here, I'll go get changed and be right back," you tell him.

He takes a seat on the couch, "Remember to pack your bag for Paris."

He made you giggle. It didn't take you long to get out of your clothes and into something that fit a little more snug. You opted for some new jean shorts, your belt, a softball championship t-shirt from last year, and a light plaid over shirt. Tucking the front of your t-shirt into your shorts, you grab your beach bag to pack somethings for an overnight stay somewhere. Just in case, right? By the time you were done, you hear voices coming from downstairs as you tackle to steps.

"Have you ever met George Clooney?" Adrian's girly voice is very distinct.

"Um, no, I haven't had the pleasure yet," it sounded like H/N was on autopilot.

You try to interrupt, "Please tell me everyone in here is fully clothed," you walk in with your hand covering your eyes.

"Ha. Ha." Adrian mocks, "You're safe to open your eyes."

You remove your hand, and see Chase and Adrian surrounding H/N, "Girl, give the poor guy some space. Seriously, he's not the last pair of Jimmy Choo's on the shelf."

Adrian scoots back on the couch a little more, "I just wanted to ask a question," she states innocently.

"George Clooney? That's your question," you taunt.

"I've been in love with him since I was twelve, I needed to know," she shrugs.

You set your bag by the entrance to the foyer, "You, yourself, have met him. I think you wasted an opportunity with that one," you remind her.

"Technicalities, really," she waves you off.

You laugh, "Well, I was promised a day out. And considering I'm not prepared to spend my vacation listening to you two wacky kids going at it, I'm gonna have to steal the only other person in the room for a little bit," you smirk at H/N.

He gladly stands and makes his way to you, but before you could leave, Adrian grabs your arm. She pulls you into the kitchen and pushes you into a stool. She had that look your mother would give you when she knew you did something wrong but didn't know what.

"Spill it," was all she says.

You glance to the side and back again, "Spill what?"

"Nope, don't give me that shit, you can't fool me. I know something happened last night. Now give me a base, first?" You look at her defiantly. "Second?"

"I'm not discussing this with you," you chuckle.

"Come on," she whines. "I have told you every juicy piece of gossip I have had over the last 4 years, you owe me this." You hold up a single solidary finger to her, "That's it?"

"That's it," you repeat. "And it was indescribable. Now, can I go?"

She waves you away, "Hey, Y/N. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she winks.

"That leaves me with a lot of options," you laugh and rejoin H/N at the door.

Back in the car, off you go. The cloudy sky left everything looking grey, but your spirits were still soaring regardless. It made it easy to admire small details, like the way he gripped the steering wheel or how every time he switches lanes, he always looked behind him.