Free Falling {Gus De St Jeor FanFic} (#Wattys2016)

Chapter Three

One glance and the avalanche drops, one look and my heartbeat stops...

Gus' POV:

When I registered those eyes, I also registered the emotion inside of them; panic. Fear. Excitement. It was as if she wasn't sure what to do. We both were frozen for what seemed like forever. But before I could say anything, she was running. But I was faster. I refused to let her get away this time.

"Wait! You have to tell me your name!" I call after her, quickly catching up and clutching her arm gently.

"Let me go to my hotel room." That voice I had missed since last night. It was as beautiful as her.

"We've been Twitter stalking eachother. You wouldn't reply to my message. We ran into eachother last night. I think acquaintances should at least know eachother's first names." I say, my voice taking on a pleading tone.

"Gus, let me go." Now her voice became slightly harsh. Though her eyes showed fear and panic.

"I'm not letting you go this time. I let you run off last night and I just need to know. I won't bother you, I won't message you, I won't look for you at tonight's concert if you just tell me." I respond, now running my free hand through my hair in aggravation.

"Let me go. You have no right to hold me here against my will. I know nothing about you aside from your name. You could be a serial killer or a rapist." She says, now glaring at me through those green eyes.

"You know, Ross really should've made that line in Dark Side "falling in love on the first date, I don't even know your first name." Because that's how you're being." I reply, causing her to let out a small giggle.

"Ok. Tell me something no one knows about R5 and then I'll tell you my name." She replies, a smug look on her face.

"Um... Rocky sleeps naked." I say, knowing it isn't that big of a secret.

"Ok, ew. I guess we made a deal. For now, call me M. You'll get a letter everytime I see you." Then she walked off, a smirk on that beautiful face of hers.

***

Later that night, I lay awake in bed thinking about the possibilities of what her name could be. There were countless things it could stand for. Marissa. Morgan. Michaela. Max. Megan. I could be guessing her name for all I know. Why was she so protective over such a simple thing. So, he decided to ask her by sending a Twitter message.

@GusDeStJeor: So why are you so protective over your name, M?

Almost immediately, I received a reply.

@NeverBeTheSame_R5: when hate is addressed at your username and not at your actual name, it doesn't feel as personal or as if it's actually directed at you. It feels as if it's directed at a different persona. I don't want it to slip. Once it's out, everything becomes more personal. Even if it is just the Internet.

At that, I knew that I was free falling as Rydel had said. Such a simple question, such an intricate answer.

***

I wake up the next morning, excited to start the day. I look over at the other bed in my room. Laying in it is Gates. I smile, rushing over to wake him up. He groans, before smacking me in the face. I hit his back, not even trying to wake him up again. I rush over to my suitcase, pulling out of my suits. I start to get dressed, when the door opens. Ross comes in, already in a suit. I smile at him again, as I start to get dressed faster.