How Do You Do?

5: Like A Plucked Owl...Yeah

Mr. Doctor Man - Palaye Royale

I set Augustus and Alice down, and each child clings to one of my legs. Placing my hands on my hips, I stare up into Remington's eyes, anxiety and nervousness slightly filling my stomach as I squint up at him. I roll in my lips as he mimics my squinting. Does he really not recognize me? The thought makes my heart sink, but I've got to remember that he's a rock star, and he sees millions of people every month. I'm just another face in that sea.
Maybe that's why I ran too, though. What would happen if he does remember me? I don't think I'd want to know if he simply doesn't care. I don't think I'd want to know if he just game me a surprised smile, a simple "cool", and have that be the end of it. But I feel like I still need to let him know. But how?
Suddenly, I remember what I brought him, and my eyes light up. "I have something for you."
His eyes do the same. "Really?" I nod, and grab the folded leather jacket from my drawstring.
Two years back, he'd left before I could give it back to him, and I've been waiting for a chance to return it ever since. I offer it to him.
His eyes stay trained on the jacket for quite some time, an unknown look passing through his eyes. I kind of just stand here...like a plucked owl...yeah. My mind is a scary place.
I decide to break the silence after two minutes. "Are you gonna take it or-"
"STEVIE," he shouts in my face, making me scream and drop like a rock, falling into a squatting position with my arms over my head, kind of like in a tornado drill. I feel the leather jacket fall on my arms and head. I can feel myself shaking like a leaf.
I can hear him squat down next to me. "Oh my god! I'm sorry! Your head is still injured!" I feel the jacket lift off my head, so I decide it's probably time I open my eyes. Peeling them open slowly, I see a worried Remington. "Are you okay?" He asks me softly while he takes my head in his hands, trying to assess my wound. I can only nod. The boy I've been pretty much in love with ever since he gave me his jacket two years ago is basically caressing my head in his hands, sorry if I'm a bit speechless.
I snap out of my little love haze and place my hands on top of his, peeling his hands off my face. I smile at him. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine. It's nothing. " he stays silent, but turns our still connected hands to be in a position where he's holding mine. My face flushes to probably a deep burgundy.
"It's not nothing, and again I'm sorry. It's just," he pauses, sighing as he looks around, staring at the left foot stage. "I recognized you. I feel like sh*t cause I didn't before, but I remember now. I'm so sorry, Stevie." By now, he's staring so deep into my eyes, I feel like I can see his soul, as creepy as that sounds. I really need to not anymore I swear.
Suddenly, Remington bursts out laughing. "Oh, Stevie, you really haven't changed at all, have you?" I furrow my eyebrow in confusion. What does he know? Remington smirks mischievously, reminding me of his face in Mr. Doctor Man. "What don't I know, Darling?"
I groan. I'm saying this out loud aren't I? He grins. "Like I said, you really haven't changed."

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Remington drove me to a clinic after their greet ended, using my car since a tour bus wouldn't exactly be low key. The girls and my siblings stayed with Stephanie, Sebastian, and Emerson. The doctor said I'd be fine, just to stay awake for the next twenty four hours in case of a concussion.
Right now, we're on our way to meet everyone at Maggiano's Little Italy, and I'm basically pressed up against the door putting as much space between us as I can.
Okay, sorry, but I really don't want to get attached to a boy that I've been I love with for two years who totally forgot my existence. I'm not mad about it, He's a rock star who has more important matters than an eighteen year old girl waiting in Nevada who's existence is barely even known to him.
I catch Remington's glances he throws my way, not keeping his eyes astray from the road too long. About halfway through our ride, he cusses and pulls the car off the highway and to the side of the nearest road. I freeze, my whole body tensing. What's going on?
I continue to sit here, tensed in place while holding my breath, waiting for Remington to just say something rather than stare at the wheel and fiddle with the car keys in the ignition. He swiftly twists to look at me full on, making me slam further into the door in surprise. His jaw twitches at this.
"What's your problem with me? You were talking to me an hour ago," he breathes out, agitation evident on his face. "Look, I know I didn't remember you at first, but--"
"That's what you think this is about?" My mouth blurts it out before I can stop myself, a dry laugh following my statement. His eyes snap back to my own, confusion painted into them.
"Isn't it?"
I smile slightly, hesitantly peeling myself off the door and sit next to him fully in the seat. He watches me the whole time. Though I do keep my distance as I tuck my legs up to my chest, it's progress.
"I've got no beef with you. In fact, I have nothing with you really. I don't mean it in a bad way--" I backtrack quickly at his hurt expression. "--it's just that we've only talked once. All I really found out about you in that time was basically what I could've found out on the internet," I continue to explain as he pulls back into the road, the restaurant coming into view. "Besides, you probably don't even remember the last thing we did together. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It'd be cool to be friends, but I know what we are. You're the rock star and I'm just the girl who doesn't exist. I---" he jerks to a stop in the parking spot, making me gasp in surprise.
"Then you don't know anything at all," he snaps, unbuckling my seat and lifting me over to his side of the car. I'm so shocked I can't breathe.
It gets even harder as his lips smash into my own, his mouth claiming mine as his, his hands roughly tugging at my wildly waved locks. Through the kiss, my mind feels like it's fighting through water to control it's body. I've forgotten what it's like to breathe.
When he pulls away, I scramble back to my side of the car and press myself up against the door once more. Brushing my fingertips across my swollen lips, my eyes snap accusingly to Remington's smirking face.
"As you can tell, I'm very aware of what we did last. I think I might've missed your cheek this time though." With that he slides out of the car, walking into the restaurant to get a table for us and our friends.

In a very not like me way, yet in a very like me way, I've sped things up a bit ;) XD byes!