Catching Kelce

Catching Flights & Feelings

Malibu
November 2023

Dua

I stood in the recording studio, the music pulsing around me as Max Martin worked his magic. We just finished recording what I think will be my album intro song. My mind couldn't help but wander to the incessant buzzing of my phone. Glancing over at Shannon, I could see the concern etched on her face as she checked the notifications flooding in.

"Everything okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nerves that were starting to creep in.

Shannon shook her head, her brow furrowed in worry. "It's Billie," she replied, holding out my phone for me to see. "She's blowing up your phone, asking if you've listened to New Heights yet."

"We can finish up for the day. I need to make an appointment anyway." Max says.

"Thank you for everything today Max. I'll send you over the other lyrics for you to work on them." I said.

He nodded and shows himself out.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Shannon. "Put it on speaker," I said. As the podcast began to play, I felt a knot forming in my stomach, anticipation and fear warring within me.

As Travis's voice filled the room, my heart seemed to stop, the words washing over me in a wave of raw emotion. His honesty, his vulnerability, his love – it was all laid bare for the world to see, and I couldn't help but be moved by the depth of his feelings.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the podcast drew to a close, the weight of Travis's words hitting me like a ton of bricks. This relationship was real.

Turning to Shannon, I knew what I had to do. "Book us a flight to Kansas," I said, my voice firm despite the tears streaming down my cheeks. "I need to be with him."

Shannon nodded, her eyes reflecting the determination in my own. "I'll take care of everything," she promised, already reaching for her phone to make the necessary arrangements.

Kayla Nicole

As I stood outside Travis's house in Kansas, my heart pounded with a mix of anger, frustration, and a hint of desperation. I couldn't believe that my plan had backfired so spectacularly, leaving me feeling more defeated than ever.

With a deep breath, I approached the door, my hand trembling slightly as I punched in the familiar code. The door swung open, revealing the quiet emptiness of Travis's home. It was a stark contrast to the chaos that raged inside me.

As I stepped into the house, memories flooded my mind – memories of happier times, when Travis and I were together and everything seemed so simple. But now, those memories felt like a cruel joke, mocking me with what could have been.

I made my way through the house, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Part of me wanted to turn back, to retreat to the safety of my own world and leave Travis behind for good. But another part of me – a darker, more vengeful part – urged me forward, pushing me to confront him, to make him pay for what he had done.

When I finally found Travis in the living room, the sight of him sitting there, looking so lost and vulnerable, filled me with a strange mix of emotions. Anger, yes, but also a twinge of guilt and even a hint of sadness. Despite everything that had happened between us, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy for him.

But as Travis rose to his feet and spoke my name, his voice barely above a whisper, any trace of sympathy vanished, replaced once again by a burning rage. How dare he look at me with those eyes, those eyes that had once held nothing but love and now seemed to look at me as if he were repulsed.

"What are you doing here, Kayla?" Travis asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

I opened my mouth to respond, to unleash the torrent of anger. But no words came. Instead, I simply stood there, staring at him, my fists clenched at my sides.

In that moment, I knew that whatever happened next would change everything. There was no turning back now. The damage had been done, and there was no going back.

Author's Note
This is so messy of me, the next chapter will be very chaotic