There was at least a dozen of photographers outside the front of the studio. Mentally, I thought who might have told them about who told us we were there but then I realized me being simple, absentmindedly tweeted about hitting the studio in the morning. There's only so many in Philly so, deductive reasoning placed us here.
As I'm shading my face from the on slew of flashes, Keith grips my hand as he's still coasting like there's not a crowd of crazy paparazzi's on the car. "Relax lil momma, you know I got you."
Butterflies hit my stomach from that simple of a nickname and a smile crept upon my face. I calm down and start to listen to what the loud bunch is saying outside of the car.
Keith! Are you two back together?
Jasmean what happened with Broderick was that one and done?
Ryan isn't going to be happy about this Keith! Are you still tapping in to watch Star?
There was so much being said that I zoned it out, I closed my eyes and thought about what they said about Ryan and Keith. Sure, I've seen them flirting online on one of my lurking sessions but who was I to say anything? We were broken up and as far as I know of—we still are. What if I'm just the distraction since Ryan is in Atlanta filming Star? So many questions are running through my mind and I get that same feeling I had after first being seen out with Keith. The feeling of insecurity. My mind automatically goes to the worse possible thing and focuses on just that. There's just something about this that I can't shake.
When I open my eyes and look the left of me, Keith's eyes are fixed on the road in front of us and we're far gone past the paparazzi now. His jaw is clenched and I've come to realized that he does that when he's in deep concentration or when he's upset about something.
I rub my thumb across his knuckles to try and get his attention. "Hmm." He hums but that's about it.
"Talk to me, what's up." The shift in the atmosphere in this car is obvious and I can't help but think why our relationship is always going from slight lovey to this now—barely talking.
"Those pap's are just always wilding out. Like, don't come at me with that Ryan shit and who is Broderick?"
Now, my hand is back on my lap and I look at him with shock and slight malice.
"Broderick is my friend, he's a model and my friend. The tabloids twisted it up and said we were dating now but I'm not the one up there on Instagram flirting with Ryan. Talking about some heart eyes and lil side eye smirks. What's up with that?"
I glance out my window and see the familiar blocks and realize my mom's house is nearing. He better get everything off his chest now.
Keith scoffs and then pulls the car over, literally a couple streets away from my childhood home.
Sighing, I place my head in my hand and massage my temple. "What are you doing now?"
He puts his car in park and turns his body towards me the most that he can.
"We're talking. Now, Ryan is a friend just like Broderick. Why does it matter what we comment on Instagram?"
"Keith you're up there every other week talking about some 'Tap in!' 'Oh alex is looking fine' and etcetera. So it kind of matters what you comment on Instagram because you can't have your cake and eat it too. What's the deal with us and with you two?"
All I'm getting is a stale face then he rubs his hand down his face and looks at me straight in my eyes. I'm looking back at him and studying his face— his perfectly placed freckles and his peach fuzz that's coming back in.
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