Lights, Camera and Alden Richards ➣ AlDub/MaiChard

twenty-seven

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Here is 27, a very awkward chapter, but written for love as always. All the love and happiness in the world!! 💛💛

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SEPTEMBER 2016

It turned out that forgetting was much easier said than done.

It's not that Maine did not try. God, she did. She tried to forget the things that had happened the night before, the feeling when he caressed her face so softly as if she was as delicate as a fragile furniture, and how his eyes sparkled under the lights, and the way his lips touched hers like it was both an eternity and a flash, and the way the rest of the world seemed to be so out of focus except for him. He was as clear as daylight, but everything else was a blur.

She drowned herself in other things that she knew mattered. When she got home, she thanked him with a sly smile, unable to say anything more than that. She spent the night tossing and turning on her own bed, despite the fact that she had a long day and she stood in a crowd for a couple of hours. In the morning, after a sleepless night and hours of staring at the ceiling with the blush that had permanently painted on her face, she got up, did her own routine and tried to pry the memory of last night away.

When she went to work, she told everyone she prefered being alone that morning. And so she locked herself in the recording studio, studying every note on the new song she had to record the next day and strumming mindlessly on her guitar. She kind of hoped that Jacob showed up that day, because he was still, after all, her best friend. And maybe she did not want to tell Jacob about... this yet, but someone who would let her be silent could be nice as a company.

Jacob had been pretending that everything was going for a few days now. He turned up to record the instrumental of the next song for her album the next day after their misunderstanding, and just casually greeted her and then left. He wasn't ignoring her; he could never. But he was pretending that nothing happened that night, that it didn't hurt to hear his best friend tell him that he didn't need to involve himself to her every time something happens.

Despite everything she did to forget how Alden's arms felt around her, she failed. Music did not even help this time. The way his eyes reflected the lights when he pulled away from the kiss, among other things, has been lingering in her head.

And so she laid out every possible reason why she and Alden could never be anything more than publicity stunt partners. He was effortlessly running through her mind, might as well think about him, right?

Among all the obvious reasons, the fact that they were only thrown in the world of lights and lies to pretend that they were in love was first on the list.

They were only pretending, that was obvious. But, God, did it feel so real. Maine knew that the eyes were the windows to the soul. And for so long, she had seen darkness and emptiness in his eyes. His smiles never reached the windows to his soul, and he always had nothing but complete darkness in him. But last night, God, last night, his eyes were nothing like darkness. She did not know if it was the lights or anything, but his eyes weren't empty. She didn't know what it was in his eyes, but it never reflected so much light before. It never sparkled so beautiful.

Maine shook her head, groaning to herself. She was supposed to make a list on why she and Alden could be together for real is a stupid idea. Why was she thinking about his eyes again?