HER STAR, HIS EVERYTHING.

Chapter 4

' Text me when you're sober.'

Ohmygod- he'd drunk texted her.

Groaning, Dallon covered his face with his arm.

Shit.

' What did i say to you?' he asked hurriedly.

She instantly responded. ' You called me sweetheart.'

' Nothing else?'

' No.'

He sighed in relief. ' Sorry.'

She relied after a few moments this time. ' It's fine.'

He frowned into the camera.

' Your cute when you first wake up.' she said.

' Thanks?' he asked, smiling.

' Dallon- I'm sorry. I wasn't completely honest with you last night.'

He frowned. ' That's fine.'

' My father used to beat me. My brother doesn't like you. He thinks your a pedophile.'

Ohmygod. He inhaled sharply. Emily's dad had abused her.

He exhaled slowly. ' I'm so sorry.'

' It's fine.' she replied. ' Dallon?'

' I'm not a pedophile.' he said, before shutting his phone off. He closed his eyes.

In a way, he was. He really was.

He had an attraction to a nineteen-year-old girl. He was twenty-six.

That was pretty fucked up.

'It's fine-' he told himself. ' She's over age...'

He smacked himself in the forehead. What was he doing? He had a friend who liked him- one who was the same age! Why wasn't he going for her?

He opened up his contacts, ' hey, breezy? Wanna hang out tonight in town?'

He received a text a few minutes later.

' Yeah! Sure :)'

Sighing, he rolled back over, closing his eyes- hoping to sleep before the real pain of his hangover hit.

******

' Dallon- proms coming up.... And i thought I'd ask a celebrity this year. Will you be free to take me the 12th? I know you have a tour around that date..... Maybe you'd be able to come down a little early?'

Dallon smiled. ' Sure. why not. You can show me the joys of small towns in maine.'

' ok. Great.'

******

'' Where do you want to go?" Dallon asked Breezy, smiling. The wind whipped her hair around, and she smiled at him. " To the moon." she teased.

" Well, why not the stars?" he asked, leaning towards her, grinning. " They seem much closer." he rested his arm on the steering wheel.

She grinned, and winked. " Whatever floats your boat, Mr. Weekes."

He laughed. " Dallon, Breezy. Dallons my name to you." he said, drawing back and starting the engine. Breezy's smile faded, and she looked out the window. Dallon didn't see that though.

He turned the radio on, and began cruising the BMW down the road. Glancing at her, he saw her gaze expressionless as she looked out at the dark trees passing by.

" Hey," he said, gently putting a hand on her arm. " Are you okay?''

" Fine," she said, not looking at him.