Lola and the Rolling Stone

Chapter Eleven

As they walked toward the room he reached for her waist pulling her into him. "For some reason I really don't think that we're going to make it upstairs to watch a movie...." she laughed.

"If I had my way, no." he said. "But..." he looked behind him hearing Lacie and one of his sound guy's behind them.

"Lame. Come on..." she said turning the wrong direction down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" he asked her.

"Do you think this is the first time I've been to Vegas?" she asked him finding the stairs to get them down and away from everyone they knew.

"Are we really going to walk down all these stairs? That's like 17 floors.." he said watching her open the door to the floor behind them.

"No. Of course not. We just had to lose them." she said pressing the button to the elevator seeing it open and several more of his entourage standing in the elevator.

"Nope. We can wait." she said waving.

"Oh my god." he laughed. "How do we lose them if they're the only ones going up that high?"

"Ugh. You're right. More stairs..." she said struggling in her heels.

"And in those shoes?" he wondered.

"I live in New York. I can handle this." she said dragging him down a few more flights of stairs. "I think this will get us away from them..." she said flinging the door open to the fifth floor. "No one who makes over 100,000 stays on the fifth floor or below." she told him.

"Oh, so we won't see anyone we know?" he asked kissing her neck biting her lightly.

"No. But other people will." She said pushing him away slightly until an empty elevator opened.

"Of all the people to say that...." he smirked. "It would be the writer who wants to write about her relationship...." he said.

"I thought we weren't going to talk about that...." she answered.

"Maybe while you were running around the hotel trying not to be seen I thought about it." he said as the elevator opened to the very busy and crowded lobby.

"Come this way...we'll get out without being seen." she said dodging through several crowded groups to the back of the hotel. "You know we aren't that different...." she said leading him to the back entrance of the small cafe down the street. There were a few people seated finishing a late dinner. She took a sea at a small table in the back watching him sit across from her. "I may have asked for all the attention. But it doesn't mean that it's not hard to deal with." she told him. "I love what I do and I talk, write, tweet, blog, instagram, snapchat, whatever...whatever it is I'm doing. But it doesn't have an off switch. And when I go some places especially places like Vegas and LA, Seattle, some spots in the city, Atlanta, Chicago....wherever. Somewhere big....people stop me and it's kind of like I just want to do what I'm there to do. And everyone always means well, but I have to get away sometimes. That's how I knew how to get here...." she told him.

"I thought you loved the attention?" he asked her.

"I do love it. I fucking love it when people come up to me and ask me for advice or say they saw something online that I did and it helped them. But there's times when I just don't care and want to be alone or with my friends or family or whatever. Like right now. I just want to be with you. I don't want anyone to come up to me and ask me questions or to notice you or anything. I just want it to stop. But you have to make it fun. You can't just run away from it. Make it a game. A safe game, but a game." she smiled at him. "I know I don't know your life. I know me saying I want to get away is like someone saying that you should just talk about your whole life with everyone and answer all their questions, truthfully and not all that vague shit you usually do...."

He looked right into her eyes trying to figure out exactly how he was going to react to her revelation. "So you'll come and hide with me whenever I want?" he asked her.

"You just tel me when and where and we can hide for as long as you want." she smiled back at him.

"But I guess that really doesn't answer the question as to whether you can write about me or not." he replied.

"I think not talking about the relationship is what I'm going to write about for this week." she told him.

"What?" he asked.

"Yeah. About how seeing pictures of everything and everyone and knowing what whoever you are dating are doing every single moment of the day is lame. It's oversharing and I'm over it." she answered. "I mean, until you say it's okay for me to share something about us." she half smiled.

"I get that, Lo." he nodded taking a sip of water that the waitress had brought them. He started talking about the things that his sisters shared and his family shared; not necessarily about him, but in general and how it bothered him and that he didn't care.

"Wow. You're heartless." she laughed at him.

"I guess." he shrugged. "I want to write the article for you." he said to her.

"Let's go back to the room. I have my tablet and we'll write it together." she said taking a bite of the food they had ordered throwing a fifty on the table to cover what they had ordered.

He led her toward the penthouse where they were staying being noticed by a few people. He smiled and acknowledged them snapping pictures with a few people in the elevator making sure they didn't catch a swarm of fans and nosy onlookers. Opening the door to their shared oasis they heard the noises of everyone who was drinking and partying. "We're going to my room." he told everyone holding onto Lola.

"Woah. Try to keep it down, okay?" one of his bandmates joked.

"If you hear something don't knock." Lola joked going to her room grabbing the tablet. "Ready Mr. Author?" she winked reaching for some pajamas too. "I'm going to change, though." she said going to the bathroom looking at herself in the mirror. "Bruno Mars, really?" she asked herself. "I guess I did well this time." she said making a kissy face in the mirror as she left putting on a pair of yoga pants and an old NYU shirt. "Are you ready?" she asked seeing him sitting on the bed scrolling through her writing.

"You're good, Lola." he said reading something out loud.

"Give me thattttt." she said a bit frustrated. "I don't take your blackberry and start reading it do I?"

"What's on there? Is there like porn or something?" he asked her winking at her. "I know that we really don't have any time...but..."

"The one website I look at is not on this tablet. This is my work stuff." she said. "The other stuff is somewhere else..where nosy boys like you can't get them." she said sitting down on the bed next to him. "Okay, now tell me about all the stuff you did earlier tonight..."

**

"Where are they?" Madelyn asked as everyone started heading to bed around 5 in the morning. "They weren't noisy and they didn't leave the room...."

"Why do you care? God." Lacie said loudly trying to drag Madelyn away from the door. "What if they just fell asleep?" she asked peeking in the room with Madelyn.

"They did." Madelyn giggled. "Look..." she said cracking the door a bit more to shop her friend that Bruno and Lola were stretched out in the middle of the bed sound asleep.

"Well, I guess we should at least turn off the light for them..." Lacie suggested reaching into the room to hit the light switch.

"I was too lazy to do that. Thanks, Lace." Lola said quietly.

"You're welcome." she said sweetly to her roommate. "But we're talking on the way home."

"Yeah. Whatever." Lola mumbled turning her body into Bruno's going back to sleep.