You walk into your bedroom and sit down on the floor next to your bed. Darren gets up and knocks on the bedroom door “Babe, please” he says “Don’t babe me, Darren” you say to him “Go babe your hollywood model girlfriend who probably has an amazing job, an amazing house and an amazing body. Just go!” You cry
“I don’t have a hollywood girlfriend Y/N!” he says firmly but calmly. “Who’s Mia Swier then Darren?” you ask as you look at the numerous google search results. “Like I said, just a friend, yes we hooked uo but that was like once and /we/ weren’t even together” he says, now sounding hurt. “Leave it out Dare”
You sit in silence as you hear him slide down the door. “I’m not leaving here until you understand what happened, and that I don’t have a girlfriend” he says. You just stay silent. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe it was just that person trying to screw things up for you.
You hear another knock on the door as you both sit in silence, Darren soon gets up and opens the door. He doesn’t say anything, you didn’t know what was happening. The next thing you know is a pink envelope being slid under the door “was on the steps” Darren states and sits back down. You reach for it and open it.
You obviously don’t have that much faith in him do you? Doubting him because of something one person said. Do I really have that much of an effect on you? Wow. Anyway, If you don’t want your hollywood sweetheart finding out about this little thing we’ve got going on you better pay close attention to what I tell you to do. Since you haven’t even got a job anymore
You tense as you read the note. Shit. What were the going to do? You couldn’t tell Darren, no way. Nu-uh. Looks like you’d just have to suck it up and do what this person said.
