Rampaige. [Editing]

Never In My Wildest Dreams

Wednesday, June 18: Orlando, FL - Paige's apartment

(Night time)

PAIGE POV-

We arrive at my apartment around 10 PM. This afternoon's flight was delayed so we sat at the Columbus airport for hours before we could take off.

Luckily, the next show isn't until Friday. I drop my bags onto the floor and kick off my shoes. It's been a long few days on the road that I'm happy I get a small break.

The toll isn't just physically, but also emotionally in my case. The lights come on then Phil plops himself on the couch again. I wonder why he likes it there so much when my bed is so much better.

"One whole day off..." he mumbles, he's definitely tired.

"What's your plan?"

I shut the door and nudge our bags to the side, "We can go to the Performance Center again."

"Paige, really? You sure?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, yeah, well then you choose." I had forgotten about Summer, there's no way I'm going to allow them to train when I'm not looking again.

He sits up and throws his head back on the cushion, "I have an idea."

Joining him, I sit in the crease where his lap the couch diverge, "Let me hear it."

He lifts his head then looks to me, "I'm gonna take you on a date. A real one."

The thought is so sweet. We have never actually went on a legit date now that I think about it.

But another worry in my mind interrupts. "Wait, we can't be seen with each other, we'll get caught."

"I'm talking about a late night beach date. The sand, water, and the moon, just the two of us."

He pulls me in by the shoulders, "What do you think?"

My insides flutter, welcoming those butterflies again.

He's such a romantic guy, it's hard to not feel anything with his big green eyes to match it.

"I think it's perfect."

"Cool, then it's a date. I mean, I didn't even take you out for dinner first before I had sex with you so I'm hoping this will make up for it." He laughs, I guess he is also a comedian.

I roll my eyes as those images flood back to me, "Very funny. We should head to bed." Standing, I extend a hand out to help him up. He takes it and suddenly lifts my body as his shoulder digs into my midsection.

I'm giggling, trying to break from his grasp even though I secretly don't want to.

He starts for my bedroom.

The exhaustion turns my vision into a giant blur. I feel my body land on the soft mattress, then his large frame next to me. His arm drapes over my stomach as his head rests with mine.

"Love youuu..."

Is the last thing I hear before sleep captures me.

(The next night)

Daytona Beach is an hour drive from Orlando, so the road trip there provided build up in my heart like you wouldn't believe.

Being inside a car with Phil isn't anything new but this ride felt different. I've never felt so excited to go to the beach before.

We arrive in a secluded area, away from any of the hotels or attractions. He parks the car near the sand.

The stillness of the night drowns the wet air in nothing but sounds of ocean waves. I'm not even sure if people are allowed to be on the beach this late, but he insists there are rules in life meant to be broken.