Authors Note: I had to skip through events because I don't want you guys to get bored with the rehearsals and stuff. I get bored writing about it so I could only imagine reading it.
~Michael's POV
I watched as building after building passed by, before Bill came to a stop and opened my door to escort me inside my mother's house. As always, mother was the first to greet me with open arms, a huge smile on her face. While Joseph simply suited me with a nod, that I cordially returned.
My stomach went through flips the whole morning, dreading a confession and a broken hearted Rayne. After sitting with mother for a while, I slowly stepped across to Rayne's father's house. I knew she was there because I asked her to meet me there. Mr. Fleeson's assistant allows me inside where I see Rayne curled on the couch alone, flipping channels. "Hi." She says shortly, after taking a small glance at me. I frown, "Well that was not the hello I was expecting." I say nervously, sitting next to her.
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"Sorry." She responds, her eyes not leaving the TV screen.
I lean towards her, preparing my lips for hers, before she leans back, placing a hand in front of me. "Seeing as how we're not together, we shouldn't kiss, have sex, cuddle, or tell each other 'I love you'" she says.
I chuckle, "but I do love you babe.."
She simply raises a finger in front of me. I swat her finger down, "I do! I was actually wondering, if you wanna help me find a place back here in California?" Hopefully, this will soften the blow when I tell her what I did.
"You're moving back here?" She asks.
"After my tour... That I want you to come with me on.." I smirk. Her eyes widen at that. "A world tour?" She says excitedly, before quickly snapping out of it. "Wait, why? We're not even together.." She asks.
"I just want you to." I shrug. "Please?"
"I'll think about it." She says, folding her arms.
"Don't wait too long, I'd say 3 weeks is your time limit." I smile.
She didn't really hold any conversation with me, causing my nerves to become worse and worse. I felt like she knew what I did. After a torturous silence, I finally ask, "Why do I feel like there's something I did?"
"I don't know, did you do something?" She retorts rolling her eyes. "I just don't understand, when we flew to New York, you wanted to 'fix us' in one night. Now you wanna take your time. It doesn't add up."
"I just want us to make sure this is what we both want. I still have this key.. That's supposed to mean you trust me."
She bats her lashes, hanging on to her lock charm on her necklace. "I do trust you.." She says quietly.
"Good." I smile, running my thumb against her chin. "Did you still want to come to the studio with me?" I ask.
She hops up to go get her shoes. I take a deep breath, holding this secret is super exhausting.
