Next Door Heart Throb -8-

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"So how was your interview, hotshot?" I asked Chase as we sit on my bed, tv on, mute, midnight approaching.

"You know, same old same old."

Thing is, I don't know. Since he's been back, we almost never once talked about his celebrity life. I asked him about how his movie went, once, but that got cut short.

"How was the set? I've always wanted to be on set of something, you know? Well, you know what it's like, of course. Was the director nice?" I asked on our movie night.

"Yeah." He responded. That's it.

He's such an open person, not afraid to speak his mind. But to get an answer to such a simple question as 'how was the set?' wasn't easy.

He stirred akwardly on my bed, and grabbed my hand.

"Let's not talk about that. Okay? Now that they know where I am, I want to enjoy the last few minutes, seconds, hours, days of quiet we have together. Just me and you. No paparazzi.

I peer out my still open window, and see the flash of a camera behind a bush from across the street. I turn my head toward Chase, and give him a 'are you sure about that?' look.

"Anyways. Forget about them." He gets up and closes my window, and closes the blinds. I see a few more flashes from the man across the street before and after the curtains close. "Okay?"

I nod.

"Great. But I'm tired. Going to bed. Are you?" He sits back down on my bed.

"I'm staying up. I'm guessing we aren't leaving the house tomorrow, right? No need to get up early." For some reason, it just came across my mind that since Chase has been here, I haven't left the house except for my usual starbucks and walmart run. And it's been more than a few weeks since he's been here. He gives me a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes, gives me a kiss, and looks into my eyes.

"What?" I question.

"Do you want me to leave?" There's a serious expression on his face.

"What?" I repeat, standing up. "No! Why would you think that?"

"It's just that I've been holding you up in your house for the last few weeks. I mean, I feel bad. You do have a life outside of me."

"I may, but that isn't important right now. I'm still getting over the fact that after one year, I'm able to have you back."

(finish and changes later)

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