More Than Friends [caraxkendall] (Lesbian Stories)

I Need Time

Paparazzi and fans are everywhere outside the airport. Good thing is we have our securities. Once Cara and I stepped out of the airport, a flood of paparazzi and fans attacked.

Cara holds my hands and she pulls me closer to her. She is like my own personal security, actually better than the security. She is not letting anyone get closer to me. I don’t know if I’m still walking on solid ground or if I stepped on someone’s foot. This is crazy.

We hardly make it to the car. When we’re inside, Cara grips my hand, looking me in the eye, “You okay babe?”

“Never better.” I say, giving her a peck on the cheek resting my head on her shoulder.

Tomorrow is gonna be a long ass day. Cara and I have different runway rehearsal to go to, but at least we both booked Chanel this year. Riri is also there, isn’t that great? Cara and Riri are good friends. But let’s focus on today. We made our way to the hotel and steppe in the elevator.  Cara still holding my hand and ask, “You hungry babe?”

I shake my head, “Just tired.” I respond rubbing my eyes.   She snakes her arm on my lower back and kiss my eye. The elevator dings, we stepped out.

Paris’ hotels are the best. Hallway has red carpet. All just seems classy and elegant.

Once we’re inside the room, I flop on the bed, and close my eyes. I heard Cara chuckle. “You are really tired babe huh?” I nod, not opening my eyes. Cara takes off my shoes and put the blanket over me. I heard her take off her shoes too, and the bed dips. She put her arm on top my stomach and our legs tangled. I drifted off to sleep.

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“Babe, tell me if you need something or something went wrong huh. “ Cara reminded me and gave me a peck on the lips. I jump out the car, and wave her goodbye.

This is the start of rehearsals. We are also doing our fittings and everything.

While I was making my way to do the fittings, someone bump on me. She looks at me frowning, “Look at where you’re going huh.” Then walk hurriedly. What just happened???

When I walk in the room, some of the models are looking at me like I’m some kind of a freak or something. Their eyes are like they want to kill me or something. I frown, what is happening? Did I do something wrong or what? I haven’t been in here in an hour and I don’t know what is happening.

“Kendall, here.” Someone wave at me, one of the stylists. I walk to her and she is picking something that will fit me on the hanged clothes.

“Today is kinda weird. Someone bump on me, then these girls staring at me, killing me with their looks.” I say. She looks at me saying, “Nope. It’s not. Apparently, these girls have been in the business for years and really worked hard just to walk here in Givenchy. They’re thinking because you are popular or something, you are taking away someone’s place, and saying that you are not worth it.”

Oh. Now I understand. This is one of the bad perks of your family being all popular and influential. Suddenly I felt like crying but I didn’t let go. If I cry now, they’ll think of me as weak, so they’ll win. I will not let that happen. I’ve been doing modeling since my early teens and I’ve also walked and hosted some catwalks. I deserve this.

I breathe deep and paint a smile on my lips. This people will not let me down. I will prove to them I am worth it of this.

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“Does everything went well?” Cara asks when we’re inside the hotel room.  I stay quiet. I make my way to the balcony.

Cara followed, hugs me from the back, resting her chin on my shoulder, “I know something’s wrong. You haven’t really spoken since you jump in the car.” 

“Do you think I deserve all these?” I ask. Cara looked me in the eye. “Of course babe. You are. Actually you deserve more.”

“You think so? Because my co-models clearly don’t think so.” I state.

“Oh hell, of course they don’t. They are jealous of what you had become now babe. And the fact that you are still starting, I’m pretty sure, by a year, many more would be jealous, ‘cause you’ve became more successful. In this kind of field, the more you become successful, the more you have enemies. Every success, you gain an enemy. So it’s better to make your circle of friends, small. It would be better.” She said.

I didn’t respond. She hugs me tighter and we watched the sunset together. This could top the best moments I have with Cara.

We both aren’t moving. Just feeling each other’s body heat, breathing in sync, and our hearts beat simultaneously. I couldn’t ask for more. I wish we could stay like this forever. I wish, every moment of everyday could be this perfect, but I know I am insane. I know what I’m wishing is impossible, but I have hope. I am hoping.

Now I can understand what Cara was saying about me seeing me as her future. I want that too. I want her to be my future. I don’t really want her. I love her. I need her. Does she feel the way as I do? Because, god’s sake, I think I am getting really insane if she isn’t. Does she always want to hold my hand, or breathe the same air as me even if things get worse? Does she want to hug me even if I stink? Would she say “I love you” even if I have wrinkles and can’t even see my own eyeglasses that’s on top of my head? Because I would, I won’t even blink. I won’t even doubt.

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Givenchy was perfect. It was a success. I never tripped even if my mind said that I would trip.

Second day was better. Cara and I walked for Chanel. I met Rihanna, which is godly amazing. And the best is, I was with Cara that day.

Now, Cara is at the Stella McCartney runway show. I am just here at the hotel waiting for her to get back. I have nothing to do so I make things that matter. 

My time is very important, very, very important, and by that, I mean watching cute cat videos, or dogs yawning or piglet jumping on grass or browsing tumblr, anything that have something to do with the internet.

I kind of don’t know what else to do so I just nap.

I wake up because my phone is non-stop vibrating. Someone’s calling, my mom, I answered.

“Hello mom.”

“Did you and Cara break up?” she asks. I was shocked by her sudden question.

“No mom.” I chuckle.

“Then what’s all these pictures of her with Michelle Rodriguez leaving the show?!” she state.

What the freaking hell. She did not just say Michelle. The Michelle” freaking fast and furious star” Rodriguez. They have like a fucking thing before, they are seen kissing on some beach or hanging out on Basketball games. In short, they are exes. Why would she hang out with her? Is she trying to get back together with her? Did she just use me to get back with her? I can’t take this anymore.

“I don’t know mom.” I feel my eyes are starting to fill. I could feel the lump starting to build on my chest. I feel like I couldn’t breathe. Then I hang up.

We were okay the past days. I didn’t see this coming. I am in shock. Am I still dreaming, because this isn’t a freaking dream, this is a nightmare, my worst nightmare.

Just a few days ago, I was talking to myself, saying she’s my future, then now this. Where did I go wrong? What did I not see? What did just happen?

I have no time for these, I have to pull all my shit together and fvcking get out here. I am not ready for what she is ever going to tell me. I am not ready.

I packed my bags and called my security. I get out of the hotel, there are so many paparazzi. I barely make it to the car.

I need time to think. I need time.