Ariana's POV: "Ariana I love you so much!" "Please sign my shirt!" "Can I get a picture!"
My babies were filled with excitement. I loved meeting my fans, they were truly so important to me and my life. As I started to head inside I saw that the crew had just made it to nyc. I was nervous to see Ricky. I loved him a lot and not having him around hurt me so much. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I was so nervous.
You know that feeling that you get after you break up with someone, and you see them again and it's just awkward. That's how I felt.
"Ariana, you wouldn't believe what happened on our way here!" Scott yelled while greeting me.
"What happened? You guys were a little late." I put my phone away.
"The bus stopped somewhere in Florida and we had to wait for mechanics to come. It was hot as fuck." Brian spoke.
"Oh wow everything's alright now though right?" I asked assuring everyone was fine.
"Mostly everyone..." Nekai said under her breath and pointing to Ricky who was going into the elevator.
He was really stressed wasn't he? My stomach turned to hear that my moonlight was still hurting. I didn't care if we weren't together at the moment, my feelings for Ricky were still there. I felt like I didn't have anyone to talk to.
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Me: hey Sean I just wanted to talk to you
Sean: what's up Ariana?
Me: just a lot of stuff is going on.
Sean: you need to say something that's on your mind?
Me: yeah, all I ask is that what do you do when someone you love so much is hurting?
Sean: comfort them of course.
Me: but what if your not together..
As many times Sean did me wrong he always knew what to say. I know, I'm wrong for talking to him again after all the pain he caused me but Sean was always a great person to go to. Plus I didn't think he would have feelings for me anymore, he's been spotted with Jhene Aikeo.
Sean: if you love something let it go and if it comes back it yours. Don't stress nothing Ari, if he really loves you he's gonna come back and that's word.
Me: thanks Sean.
Sean: anything for you Ariana, stay safe now.
Was Sean right? Should I let it all go and just wait to see if he comes back to me? I don't know, I'm just so confused with everything.
As I laid down on my bed while watching Netflix my mother called me.
"Hey mommy." I grinned, I loved talking to her.
"Hey darling, everything alright in New York?"
"Yeah everything is fine. How are you?"
"I'm good darling, I'll be in NYC in a week."
I got so excited. Whenever my mom was around it was always fun.
"Yay, I'm so excited. Can't wait for you to get here mommy."
"I have to go I'll call you later. Love you darling."
"Love you too."
I decided to take a nice warm shower.
I needed to let all my thoughts sink in and I needed to clear my mind.
As the warm water hit my bare flesh I felt a rush roam through out my body. I started to think of Ricky again and what Sean told me. I think that I should just leave it alone and let him come to me. I mean I don't want to seem like I'm desperate...even though I really am.
After 25 minutes in the shower I finally got out and got myself dressed.
I laid down on my bed and checked my Twitter. I looked at some of my mentions. I responded to some of them. others I faved and retweeted. When I was done I smiled at the thought that I was making the day of some of my babies. I then looked through my timeline.
ricky alvarez @rickyvato
I will always be yours, I need time that's all❤️
Was he trying to tell me something? What did he mean? I went on Twitter and tweeted "What do you mean?" Nobody will know the meaning behind it they will think I'm talking about Justin's new single.
Ricky's POV
The crew and I were all settled in. I was on the couch on Twitter. I wanted to tell Ariana that I was still hers. "I will always be yours, I just need time❤️" I tweeted hoping she would get it. Moments later she tweeted " What do you mean" I think she got it.
The crew was getting ready to go to the arena, I put my phone down and did the same. I honestly can't wait to see Ariana. Hopefully she still sees me as Her baby.
