Don't Forget Me When You're Famous

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Don't Forget Me When You're Famous

Chapter 1

Kale's Point of View

I did not want her to get on this plane. I hated any time or distance that came between us. I was her best friend; of course I should feel protective of her. Though she hated it when I hovered around her while she spoke to other guys. She was stubborn. Stubborn and beautiful and independant and smart and perfect. Why must it feel like there is a knife slicing through my chest every time I have to be away from her? It was so much sharper than usual this time. Maybe my heart knew that Honey would be away on the other side of the country for a week. I hated that fact more than anything else in the world.

She hugged me quickly.

"You'll do fine," I murmered in her ear, hoping to convince her that she already had the job. She sighed.

"How do you know?" she whispered.

I could hear the nerves breaking through her smooth honey-like voice.

"Trust me, you are perfect," I said convincingly in her ear.

She smiled and let go, an I watched her check the watch aon her wrist and scowl,"Look, I have to go, but I'll call you when I can okay?" she asked, looking up at me with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. I grimaced; I wasn't ready to let go yet.

"Okay," I sighed.

"Bye Kale," she murmered turning away from me. Inside, I felt my heart rip into itself, and I flinched.

"Honey," I murmured. I just needed to hear her voice one more time.

"Yeah?" she breathed turning to face me.

"Don't forget me when you're famous," she smiled and nodded.

"How could I?" I raised my eyebrows at her. "I won't I promise," she vowed before turning away and disappearing through the crowd. I stood there for a few moments, staring after her, before heading out into the parking lot. It was raining, just a light drizzle, nothing serious. I leaned against my car and watched her plane take off. I hated knowing she was on it, instead of standing right next to me. It just didn't feel right. We had always been together, that's how it was supposed to be.

My chest hurt again, now a powerful throbbing pain. I sluggishly got in my car and drove home, thinking of Honey the whole way.

I trudged up the stairs to my room, and flopped on my bed. I wished I could see her. Already it felt like she'd been gone for a day, although it had only been a few hours. I wanted her to get the job, because it would make her happy, but at the same time I didn't, because I wanted her to come home. I was selfish; I craved her company more than anything in the world, though I knew I wouldn't get it for a while. Only a person like Honey could have this kind of effect on me from being gone just two hours. It was almost an unhealthy need for her to be by my side. Whenever she had went somewhere, I had gone with her. Either to keep her out of trouble or protect her from it. I never liked being away from Honey, but any outsider could plainly see the protective way I was whenever I was around her. Of course she probobly thought of me as a big brother. It was displeasing to know that someone I wanted so badly could think of me as . . . nothing more than a friend.

I needed someone like Honey to keep me in check. To make sure I didn't do something stupid. Someone talented. Someone smart. Someone I loved. Someone I wanted to be mine.