We got off the plane and headed straight to the hotel room. It was around midnight when we got there, so we were both pretty exhausted. Dawson and I put away our clothing into the dresser and then immediately got into bed. Dawson fell asleep within minutes, which I was happy to see. Since Eva was gone, it took a little longer for Dawson to go to sleep, lots of tossing a turning. She was constantly thinking about it, to the point where made her sick.
I roll over onto my back and my eyes wonder on the pale white hotel ceiling. I just needed to get through tomorrows photo signing, and then I could relax. I was completely ready to see these fans, most of them anyway. There were always a few that always made my brother and I nervous. Security was usually good about it, and I trusted them. I trusted my fans too, but I knew that they were also a bit wild, which I had nothing against.
I rolled over onto my side and my mind was hit with a wave of fatigue, putting me to sleep.
***
Dawson's P.O.V.:
My eyes flutter open to be bombarded by the morning sun. It takes me a moment to register where I was. I smile as I roll over onto the empty side of the bed and stretch before sitting up and putting my bed head into a bun. I reach for my phone that was on the night stand beside my side of the bed. There was 3 messages, two from Jade and one from Jared. Before I could even deal with Jade this morning, I needed coffee. Pulling a hoodie over my head, I walk over to the little coffee machine on the table and place one of the cups into the brewing thing. It screamed and shuttered before starting to heat up
As it begins to brew, I walk out to the balcony. The beach breeze filled my lungs and the salty wind hit my skin. It was really nice to get away from the house for a bit. Jared and I needed a break, to get away from all the memories that Eva left us with. We both were wanting to get away from both our books and the craziness of Los Angeles. He was very compliant with what I had needed these past months, and it really made me think about what he meant to me. It didn't really strike me until the night we got together. The way he made me feel, I had felt before. It was something familiar, something infectious.
The coffee machine began to cough and puff as it spit out the last little drops of coffee. I walk back into the hotel and sit back down to handle the texts that Jade sent me. One of the messages had a picture attached with the subject line titled Thought u might want to see this.
I didn't think much of it until the picture downloaded. It was a picture of Jared's photo signing, where a girl and Jared were kissing.
I closed my eyes as I let my heart crack. As the picture imprinted itself into my mind, my shoulders began to sink. It didn't add up with how Jared acted. He would always get angry when Cameron was brought up. I could never see Jared doing this, but who ever saw themselves being hurt?
I set my coffee down on the night stand and grabbed my bag from under the bed. I started to pack my clothes all while waiting to hear the door open. I looked over at the clock on the wall and it says 10 to noon, which was conveniently when Jared's meeting ended.
As soon as my clothes were shoved into my bag, I took a second. All my emotions had finally caught up with me. All the anger, sadness, heartbreak and despair had rushed me, and I didn't feel like I could control it. Hot tears sat in the corner of my eyes as I sat down and let Jared know why I left.
I don't understand why you kissed that girl, and I don't expect you to explain. You have to understand where I'm coming from. When someone puts all their trust, faith, and love into someone its difficult for them when it gets thrown in the trash like its nothing. Its not a good idea that I stay, so I'll head home. Please, Jared, don't try to explain.
I sat up and closed my eyes, throwing the pen on the table. All the tears ran down my face as a little whimper escaped me. My hands covered my mouth and nose, and I stood up to grab my shoes. I knew that if I went back to Los Angeles, seeing him, Shannon, Tomo, or Vicki would be inevitable.
I left the hotel and took a cab to the airport. A couple hours later, I was on a plane back to my parents house.
