Fearlessly {Ariana Grande}

15// re-lightened

Ariana's POV
•almost through tour• (20 days left)

The lack of notifications I've received from quinnlyn sends me into an immediate depression. It's been months since I've seen her in person and almost a week since we've talked. The pain hiding deep in heart refuses to leave and I'm forced to continue on.

Lexi and I are out to eat right now at a restaurant and her frustration becomes more evident.

"What's wrong?" I chew on my salad.

"They're taking forever. I'm getting antsy."

"Clearly" I state under my breath.

She picks up a piece of bread and brushes off the flakes while spreading butter all over.

"So how's your girlfriend?" She says with a mouthful.

"What? Who?"

A smirk is painted on her face and she looks at me with devilish eyes . It is now that the blood rushes to my face and I understand clearly what she means.

"Don't pretend you don't know, Ariana." Her eyes diverting back to her half eaten bread.

"She's not my girlfriend. I'm straight."

"That's not what your fans think."

The whole time I was avoiding eye contact with Lexi to the best of my ability, but this comment drives my eyes straight up to hers.

I inhale before giving a snarky look.

"Aw come on. You've seen the twitter comments."

"A few." My fork pierces more leafy greens.

"Well they're getting more intense." Lexi says, crumbs falling out of her mouth.

Before I chomp down on my forkful of grass, I distance the utensil away from me and look at her questionably.

"Like...?"

Lexi swipes up on her phone and slowly scrolls through the feed of comments.

Some saying they saw us kiss. Some saying they hardcore ship us. Some even threatening to unfollow if we don't end up together.

"They really want it bad, Ariana." Her typical light hearted voice is no longer there.

"Really bad." She repeats

I stare down at my plate and decide it's only fair to give a response.

"I do too."

"So? What's holding you back?"

Lexi's eyes are piercing at me and I bite my lip to keep from spilling everything. She raises an eyebrow as if she's nonverbally repeating her question.

"I'm sorry." I smile looking back down at my plate.

"What?"

"I can't tell you when I feel like you're staring into my fucking soul."

She laughs and picks up another roll of bread.

"Bread makes you fat."

"Keep those secrets in and it'll show in your stomach." She retorts.

"Damn ok."

"Ariana, really. Tell me. You know I won't say anything."

"Alright." I push my plate aside and lean in closer as if I'm trying to hide my next words from some nonexistent person. She leans in too but my first words aren't as quiet as she expected them to be.