The Dream Chaser

T W E N T Y S I X: Like transdimentional space goats

T W E N T Y S I X: Like transdimentional space goats

"But when do you have more than three days off then?" I asked Brad, frowning.

He had gotten his touring schedule yesterday, and things weren't looking too brightly right now, because he was going to be extremely busy for the next year.

"Christmas", He replied.

"Yeah", I sighed, following the dates on the paper with my finger, "But after that you'll have to wait until June again."

He nodded, "I know, but our concerts in LA are in March so we get to see each other then, and maybe you can fly over when you have spring break?"

"It's gonna be hard though", I said. It wasn't like I didn't want to try long distance, because I really wanted our relationship to work, but we would be away from each other a lot, and whether I liked it or not, Brad was getting more famous every day, and rumours would spread. Rumours that I shouldn't believe, seeing as they wouldn't be true most of the time, but time apart would undoubtedly plant evil little seeds in my head that were going to try to change my mind about us.

"You think we're not going to make it." The way he said it, it didn't even sound a little bit like a question. It was just a flat out statement, as if he was sure about the fact that I was going to break up with him.

So I just shook my head, "I'm not saying that. I just think that there are going to be a lot of... disagreements between us when we're not seeing each other a lot."

"You were the one that thought we'd make it if we face timed a lot", He said, almost looking angry.

"Yes, but Face Time still isn't the same. You'll be tired most of the time, time zones might be different, and the internet connection isn't too great here, so we won't be able to do that a lot."

Brad took a deep breath before replying, with a rather loud voice, may I add. "You're not even willing to try? Because I want to. This is the first relationship I've ever been in, I know, but I want to make it work!"

Changing from position so I was sitting cross legged, I tried to keep my voice a bit softer, "You didn't even let me finish. I wanna make it work too, but I'm just saying that if it doesn't work out, I really don't want us to end on bad terms. I mean, you're famous and-"

"And you're not", Brad cut me off, disappointment clear in his eyes, "I get it Brooke, you think I'll cheat and let you down."

I groaned in frustration, "Just stop finishing my sentences for once, it's getting on my nerves! It's just that there'll be lots of rumours, and I don't know how many I can hear before I start believing them." Something I learned during my time with Bradley, was that it was the best to get straight to the point with what you wanted to say, because the boy really had a thing for putting words into someone's mouth.

"Just trust me then!" He was yelling again. "I trust you too, and you don't exactly look ugly, and I know how you used to be at parties. But you don't see me complaining about what you are gonna do in my absence."

"But you won't have to read fake rumours about how your boyfriend has a new girlfriend or something", I tried one last time. I knew that once Brad had an idea in his head, it was extremely hard to get it out. And I really didn't know what to say to convince him, "You know how it went when the media found out about us. And I do trust you, I'm just scared that it'll crumble a bit with every false thing I read about you."

He nodded, finally understanding, "Okay, we'll just talk a lot every minute we have time. And if one of us can't manage the long distance anymore, we stop, so we could maybe pick it up again later?"