Dear Maria, It Was Always You... Rian Dawson (All Time Low) ON HOLD***

Chapter 21

Happy New Years and Holidays from us to you - T and J

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Cee's p.o.v.

I was cleaning the house up a bit when the door burst open, causing me to jump, and Alex charged in.

"Jesus, Alex! I have a door for a reason!"

"Cee, you have to look at this!"

I crossed my arms defiantly. "No. Not until you go back out there and knock."

Alex's face scrunched up in frustration and he went outside, closed the door, knocked, and then threw it open again. "Happy? Now just look at this!"

"Fine!" I shouted, grabbing the paper from his hands that he was shoving towards me.

Sighing, I scanned the page of the AP magazine that was open. My jaw dropped as I read.

Rian Dawson, drummer for one of the leading pop-punk bands, All Time Low, has recently announced that him and long-term on and off girlfriend Claire Holliday will eventually be tying the knot after a very public proposal in San Diego, California. The band was supporting in Pierce The Veil's tour for their new album 'Selfish Machines', when the drummer popped the question shortly before the end of their set in PTV's hometown, and last stop of the tour. Many of you may be asking 'who is this Claire Holliday?', and we definitely have an answer for you. Most would think this dark haired beauty seems to be the average girl. Reliable sources tell us otherwise. In an interview with a particularly bitter ex, this individual claimed that Ms. Holliday makes her money by shedding clothing, even going as far as citing 'Luke's', a small club in the same city the boys call home, as her place of work. Strong allegations were made about the future Mrs. Dawson, as her wronged ex stated that not only was she a stripper, but that she also slept with clientele, their relationship being a by-product of that. We can only wonder, is that what this is too? Did Mr. Dawson simply fall under the spell of this dancing enchantress? One look at Ms. Holliday will tell you that's a definite possibility. Read the interview down below.

I threw the magazine down, not even bothering to see what the lying idiot had said. Yes, I was a stripper, but I didn't sleep with clients. What kind of person would say those things? I wanted to know who this 'wronged ex' was. As I started pacing, it hit me and I growled out a name to someone I hated more than anyone could imagine.

"Henry..."

"Henry?" Alex questioned.

I didn't answer his question, but instead asked one of my own.

"Did Rian see this?"

He shrugged. "No idea. I was at my parent's house, but I had to go buy some shit, then some girl on the street had the magazine and ran up to me asking if it was true."

"And?"

"And what?" He frowned.

"What did you tell her?" I shouted.

"I said it wasn't true."

"Thank God. Where's my boyfriend?"

I was too heated to focus and Alex just looked at me in slight confusion.

"What?" I spat.

"Nothing, geeze. I don't know, maybe still at the house? Why don't you call him?"

I inhaled deeply, and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm freaking out."

Alex rested his hand on my shoulder as I dialed Rian's number.

"It'll be okay, Cee. We'll fix this. I promise."