Natalie gets a big break and becomes the lead guitarist for a well known artist. Tours and music is her life. Dating life? Semi non existent. Until one tour.. one concert.. which changes her whole life, once again.
"I think this is absolutely insane for the paparazzi to do." I say as I sit back on the couch.
"It infuriates me, even at her lowest point, she's literally not being left alone by the paparazzi."
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"Why is security not doing anything is my question."
"I don't know but I wish she knows there are people who are angry for her, and her fans are very upset and calling them out." Christen says and I nod in agreement. "Thanks for coming, by the way."
"It's not a problem, I came as soon as I could. But why didn't you just go with them? Like go with your girlfriend you know? You're like practically in the inner circle."
"Well Lizzie wanted me to go with her, but I insisted on not going. She should be there for her best friend, and I know how much she needs her best friend. Plus knowing Nat, if I was there she'd make Lizzie stay with me. Times like these all you really need is your best friend. I mean yeah she has Alex, but sometimes you feel like a burden to the person you love. Trying your hardest to put on a brave face. Trust me Tobin, Alex knows Nat needs Lizzie." Christen says as she pulls out her phone.
I put my phone down as I put my hand on her shoulder. Christen looks at me and I sigh.
"Yes?" Christen asks and I continue to look at her. "Tobin what?"
"Are you okay? Is there maybe another reason why you maybe didn't go?"
"That's not why I didn't go Tobin, I decided to not go because Natalie would make my girlfriend stay with me thinking it's too close to home." Christen says and I raise my hand up in defeat. "I called them both myself, and talked to them. They understood."
"Okay. Fine." I say as I lay back.
I turn the tv back on as we go back to watching a show Christen picked. A boring show might I add.
After an hour, our food had finally gotten to the house, so as I grabbed the food from the porch, Christen picked a better show.
"Tobin."
"What?"
"Look." Christen says as she sets her fork down, I scoot over and grab her phone. "This was last night."
"Oh no."
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