We were seated on the plane, and the whole thing seemed to anticlimactic for me. No seeing me off to the airport. No kiss, final goodbye. I'd stayed at Denis's house the night before, and he said goodbye then, but the day I leave, nothing. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out anxiously.
Den Den <3 ~ Sorry I couldn't make it to the airport. Too sad to see you leaving + recording a lot today. I love you so so much. Call me when you land?
I smiled and put my phone on air plane mode before returning it to the pocket of my sweatpants. "How sweet." T.J sighed from beside me.
"You were reading it?"
"Of course. I'm a nose asshole." I laughed.
"You aren't wrong. I'm calling him when we land."
"You better, because I'm not letting you talk, or text, or skype, or facetime, or sext, or anything. Hardcore mode until you're on the plane home." I rolled my eyes, brushing him off.
"Whatever." I put my earbuds in and drifted off, curled up in a ball against the window.
As soon as we landed, we went straight to the hotel, and then straight to the gym. T.J only lived in a one bedroom apartment, so Roger and I got a hotel for the month.T.J wanted to start right away, so I unpacked, changed, and drove straight to his house.
BEN'S POV
I felt bad for Denis, with Leda leaving and all. And only getting back two days before we leaving again. Leda gets home, then Denis's birthday, then we leave. Does he feel how our girlfriends feel when we go on tour? It occurred to me that I hadn't had a private conversation with Leda since she pushed a tampon up my nose and screamed at her best friend. Are her and Leda friends again? Do they miss each other? I sure as hell miss my best friends. Danny and Chris. But neither of those are really a seperation under the same circumstances. Neither of them tried to fuck the guy I was cheating on my boyfriend will. Does Denis know about the almost pregnancy thing? What does he know? Did Leda have any idea about Dasha before I said anything? So many questions with no relevent answers. How come so much drama seems to cling to them? "So what do you think about Leda?" Cameron asked. I looked at him, confused.
"What?"
"No, like what do you think about the whole Olympic thing?"
"I don't know? Cool? Why do you suddenly care?"
"I was just asking. You seem to get along pretty well with her." Cameron sat back in his chair smugly.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm not saying anything, I'm just saying."
"Same thing." I moved to the edge of the couch curiously.
"You just seem to know a lot about her is all. I figured you'd have an opinion on her leaving for so long."
"I didn't fuck her, if that's what you're implying." It was only Cameron and I at my house. So we could do whatever we wanted. "I wouldn't do that to Denis."
"But you would do it to her?"
"No- Well- Sure she's fit and all, but I'm married, and she's dating my mate. Just because I've have a conversation about something a little deeper than her profession, doesn't mean she sucked my cock." I was furious. Where the hell did he come up with that? Does everyone think we have a thing? I would never. "Why are you suddenly all for talking about her? I thought you didn't even like her."
"I do like her. I never didn't like her. It's hard not to when as of late all anyone talks about is how many medals she has and how rich she is."
"So you're jealous? Fucking hell."
"I'm not jealous, Ben. I'm just saying, what makes her so special?"
"She's nice to be around. You don't have to like her for Denis to like her."
"Wow," Cameron laughed. "your man crush is getting out of control." I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.
"Fuck off, prick. Do you think I'm fucking Leda or her boyfriend?"
"Both? Maybe its some gay-straight three way deal. That's not even the point, Ben. Look, I was just asking about her. Leave it then, yeah?" I sighed angrily.
"Fuck off.
"Ben I-"
"Just fuck off!" I commanded. Cameron sighed and left without another word. I lay down on the couch. Why would he think I have a thing for Leda? I'm married for fucks sake. And she's taken. I'm not gonna mess with that. And if Cameron hates talking about her so much, why did he bring her up in the first place? Neither of us had even mentioned her. Fuck this.
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Shaforostop It (2015)
FanfictionWhen American gymnast Leda Mclean accidentally sends a cheeky selfie to the new front man for her favourite band, Denis Stoff, how will he reply? Will it end up as more than a wrong number accident? How will Denis react when he finds out that Leda h...