#AbelPie
*The way you doubt your feelings,
And look the other way,
Well, it's something I relate to.*
When we got to the restaurant, the nerves grew tremendously.
I don't want to admit it, but I think I made a mistake of suggesting that we go out.
Abel notices my facial expression and turns off the car, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous."
"Lies, she's really nervous." Bryce says.
"Do you want to leave?"
I shake my head, "No, no let's go."
I open the door and get out, everyone does the same.
Abel walks over to me and grabs my hand.
Well glad to know that he isn't mad at me, from before.
Or maybe he is.
I don't know.
When we walk into the restaurant which is a seafood restaurant, Abel tells the lady he has a reservation.
Fancy. (Not really -_-)
With my hand in his, we walk to a table, that appears to be outside.
For some reason I feel stares burning into my head.
I'm overreacting, I mean Aubrey is with us, and he is famous and all. So of course people are going to stare, not because, of me and Abel though.
Unless they are staring at Abel because, they've listened to his music before.
But that would literally be impossible, because he was underground. So not many people knew who he actually was, or seen how he looked.
I think.
Abel pulls my seat out and I say thank you and sit down.
Once we all sit down Bryce is the first to speak, "Is it just me, or did y'all feel people staring at us?"
"Aubrey is here with us, you know." Abel states, while rolling his eyes.
"I know but Damn. They staring like they never seen his face before."
"Bryce, he is you know like famous. Obviously people are going to stare. Don't be surprised if there are people coming over here asking for his autograph or a picture." The waitress comes and we all stop talking and look through the menu.
"Hi, I'm Claire-- and Oh my god." She screeches, "Y-you're, you're Drake."
I give Bryce a look telling him I told him so.
He rolls his eyes and I kick him, He looks at me and I tell him to shut up.
"I love love love all your songs, I know all the lyrics." She starts to sing Hotline bling.
Let me tell you, this girl cannot sing for nothing.
Abel tells me I'm a terrible singer, pft this woman singing is horrendous.
She stops singing and grins, "I even have a poster on my pillow of you."
This has gotten to the point of weird.
Aubrey laughs nervously, "That's a little weird, but cool."
"Can I have a picture and an autograph please?"
Aubrey smiles, "Yeah, sure."
"Awesome, um let me go get my phone and something for you to sign on." She literally runs away.
