Luminary Love

Chapter 23

Beer bottles littered the coffee table as Shayne scrolled through your Instagram. The past few days had been rough for him. The gym, the Smosh office, and now outside of his own apartment building, there were herds of press. Shayne couldn't even go out and get his mail without at least two paps jumping out from the bushes and assaulting him with questions. When you asked him if he was ready for what was going to happen when she posted that photo, he didn't really know what she meant. He assumed it'd just be hate comments which he got on videos all the time so he wasn't really worried. But this... he could honestly say that he was floored by this.

He had the weekend off again; however, due to your extreme schedule and his lack of funds, he was at home. Stuck at home.

Since Shayne was a semi-public figure, the paparazzi immediately found Smosh and now know where and who he works with. Damien couldn't even come over without being swarmed himself. The best course of action right now was to just lay low and not say anything that was going to hurt himself, or you. He didn't know how long this whole paps-quarantine was going to take, but if it kept them out of his hair, it'd be worth it.

That being said, since he couldn't really go out and enjoy his time off, Shayne had resorted to video games and beer. The next level was loaded and ready to play in front of him, but Shayne paid no attention. Instead, his eyes were focused on your Instagram feed. His mind shuffled past all the cute photos of the two of you together, all the loving words of affirmation due to your now-popular status as a couple, and straight to the photos of you and Chris.

Ones of Chris off guard in his set chair while he read the script. Selfies of your smiling while Chris did the smolder behind you. Just a few of the many sickeningly adorable photos of you two together. Shayne scrolled back to the top and refreshed the page, something he had done about fifty times already. However, instead of coming up with the same photos as before, there was a new one.

A pain shot through Shayne's chest, his anxiety starting to creep up on him. When he opened the post, he found that there was a reel of photos and videos. The first few were candids you took on set of you acting in scenes, selfies you took with a few of the PAs and director, and what he was expecting and dreading, photos of you and Chris. He had his arm slung around you as you both smiled into the camera. The final image in the slideshow was actually a video. This was back when you and Chris were filming the kiss in the rain. The video showed you laughing and talking to somebody off screen. Chris snuck up behind you and turned you around, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder fireman style. You squealed with laughter, your face turning bright red in embarrassment and happiness. Chris ran onto the set, spinning you around in the fake rain they had sprinkling down onto set. A few of the cast and crew lining the sides of the video were taking out their phones, snapping photos and videos for themselves.

Shayne felt a pit drop from his chest all the way down to the bottom of his stomach. He knew this was going to happen at some point.

Being in a long distance relationship is tough. He knew that going into it and he wasn't going to feign ignorance about the realities he was going to have to face. Just like how he also knew that he had nothing to worry about. You were loyal to him and he knew that.

'She hasn't called you in a couple days...' His right brain said, in the sad drunk stage of the night.

'She's busy this week. She told us that.' The left countered, leaning against the motherboard and trying to straighten out its vision.