Firsts

7

My jaw dropped. I was so surprised of the words that just left his mouth. Gray? And Emma? I thought I made it clear that I liked her. Grayson always tries to steal every girl I ever talk to but not this time.

"Don't call her hot, she is beautiful. She's a girl, not a cup of tea."

I was almost fuming with jealousy, but the next set of girls walked in.

"Hi, what's your name?" ....

At this point no other girl but Emma crossed my mind. I couldn't help but wanna punch Grayson for thinking that. Not only did he know that I liked her but I was the one that was ballsy enough to ask for her Twitter (even though it was pathetic).

The girls left after what seemed like 20 seconds when compared to how long Emma was with us. I wish I could just run out of this theater and ask for her number as a real person, not a star.

I want to know her favorite food, what books she likes to read, what music she listens to when she's feeling down. I want to study her flaws, trace them when she's not paying attention, learn about her passions and help her achieve her goals.

But in my position now, there was nothing I could do to chase after her. The best thing I can do right now is not to think, not to wonder, not to imagine or obsess, but to just breathe and have faith everything will work out.

I look over and Gray is talking to a fan, holding her chin for a photo. He looks over at me smirking, knowing that what he said is still messing with my mind.

Emma's POV:

I walk out of the theater, gripping my phone tightly in my hands. There are so many girls but I try to push my way out of the crowd making my way to the end of the curb to wait for the Uber my mom set up in advance.

I wanted to stay, stay outside the building and wait for my boys to come out to give them the remainder million hugs they deserved. I wanted to run back in, and tell him how much I really loved him, tell him that what had just happened has been my every wish, every dream, every 11:11.

I quickly turned my head to the loud honking noise that came from the street. It seemed like everyone stopped talking and watched me instead.

The Uber driver who seemed to be a 40 year old male was waving his arms and pointing to me.

"Emma!"

I was so embarrassed that I had everyone's attention and sped walked over to the car. Did he really have to shout my name? All the girls were staying after talking about their experience, and fangirling over the pictures they got. I love my Mom but in this moment, I don't know why she couldn't have set the ride up an hour later. As if she didn't expect me to stay a minute later than anticipated.

I got in the car, and fastened my seatbelt, watching the building I had just come out of.

I watched us turn town every street, every corner, and soon the huge double doors became little and the bright lights became dim. I turn around and look down at my lap at my white I-phone, I had completely forgotten about the pictures with everything else that had happened.

I click into my phone and the camera app was never closed out of.

"Can not take photo. There is not enough storage to take a photo. You can manage your storage in Settings."

I dismiss the annoying reminder that everyone hates, and click the small box in the lower left corner, praying that my m&g poses were captured.

Surely enough, they were there, and better than I could have ever imagined. Ethan was smiling so hard, it was evident that it was genuine and Grayson, well looked as attractive as ever.

I scroll to the right and see the one with Ethan kissing my cheek. It was adorable but the fact that he stopped me to make sure it was taken was even cuter.

The man stopped the car at my hotel and I locked my phone, putting it in the small bag  had taken with me. There were so many tour photos I had snapped, no wonder I didn't have any storage left.

I got out of the car, thanking the man, and he sped away. Seemed like he was always in a rush to leave.

"Hi Mom"

"Emma! How was it?"

"Amazing. More than that actually."

I went on for about an hour explaining my feelings, even though she thought it was stupid to obsess over someone over the Internet.

But this time, it felt real. It felt like the computer screen was finally dissolving after all these months wishing he would notice I existed.

Impatiently I waited with my phone on full volume for the one thing I anticipated most. The DM. And what seemed like hours after hours, (because it really was hours after hours,) I waited.

And waited...

And waited.

But it had seemed he had gotten lost in the 16.2 thousand other fan accounts, and my world was just another fan to him.