pvrahoy! // Lynn Gunn Imagine

Facetime

||LYNN||

Lynn's mind is still racing when she emerges from her cabin with her DSLR slung around her neck. You came here to fucking relax, not moon over a girl you'll never see again after four days. "Focus on yourself, Gunnulfsen," she mutters to herself as she heads back up to the main deck, subconsciously taking the stairs on the other side of the ship to avoid seeing the girl who gave her that brief moment of wonderful Gay Panic.

Thankfully, this side of the deck is a lot less crowded - there's really only water to see here and Lynn assumes that everyone else is too busy waving to friends and family on the shore. That suits her just fine, it gives her a chance to finally breathe for the first time since boarding almost two hours ago.

The idea of relaxing kinda makes me nervous too. She almost smacks herself for getting so weak at the knees for a girl she saw for all of two seconds. But at least she had managed a full, properly constructed sentence. "I do the relax thing not at all," Lynn smirks to herself, taking her sunglasses off and hanging them on her shirt collar before peering through her camera's view finder.

She manages to get only a few good shots together before her brain starts drifting off once again to that adorably flustered woman. Lynn suddenly pauses, struck by a thought. Was that because she'd recognized me? "Shit," she fumbles, almost dropping the camera as she glances around, as if something had changed in the last few minutes. But there was still nobody around.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket just then, pulling her thoughts away from the spiral. Relax, she tells herself as she checks the caller. A facetime chat with Blake. "Hey man," she says, leaning against the railing.

"Hey Lynds," he smiles back at her. He's one of the only ones who Lynn will accept that specific nickname from. Blake leans a little closer to the camera, "Looks like you made it on board okay!"

"Yeah," she nods, "We're departing right now - so far so good, I guess."

"You guess?" he asks her incredulously, "Hey, I made sure that you were set up in one of the best rooms on the ship!"

"And I'm so happy about that!" Lynn replies, trying in vain to sound excited before the sarcasm slips in. "Because it's exactly where I'll be holing up over the next 72 hours!" Too late.

Blake's forehead furrows at her tone. "What, something happen already?"

Yes. "No."

Blake nods slowly. "Uh huh. What's going on, Lynn," he asks, almost flatly.

"Fuck, you know my bullshit too well," Lynn sighs. Pauses a moment, then, "I already ran into a girl, I think she recognized me."

"Oh? And what makes you think that?"

"She... kind of fell apart right in front of me, I guess?" Lynn says, "Like, she just was staring at me and when she tried to talk to me, she didn't even make sense, and-"

Blake just starts laughing, cutting her off mid sentence. "Have you forgotten," he says between another snicker, "That you kinda just have that effect on women naturally?"

"What are you-?"

Blake shakes his head, his laughter dying off slightly as he lifts his hand. "Okay, well, on other gay women," he corrects himself.

"Okay, well, even if that's true-" Lynn starts to protest.

"Listen Lynds," he says, "Did she say your name at all? Did she specifically say anything that would link you right to PVRIS?"

Lynn thought back for a few seconds, her mouth parting slightly in realization. "Um, no. No, I.. don't think so, she didn't."

"There you go then, okay?" Blake reassures her, "Just take it easy. No one will recognize you because they're not expecting you to be there! And even if they do recognize you, it's not like you're the only famous person on board that ship, right?"

"Right...," Lynn says slowly, sighing quietly as people start filtering over onto her side of the deck now, finally. She guesses that the ship must be far enough away from land by now for the people who were watching the departure.

"You'll have a great time," he tells her, "And who knows! Maybe you'll run into that barely intelligible gay mess of a woman again."

Lynn scoffs at the absurdity of his statement as her mind casts back to her adorably flustered expression once more. "That'd be nice," she says, almost to herself.

"Sounds like something worth pursuing," Black waggles his eyebrows at her through the screen and Lynn rolls her eyes again. "When was the last time you even had a crush?"

"I gotta go, Blake," Lynn says loudly, cutting off his insinuations about that woman. "I'll contact you if I need to update you guys on anything."

"Yeah, like you and that-"

Lynn just hangs up on him. As good natured and loving as his teasing is, it unsettles Lynn a little bit. Because he was right, it had been awhile since she'd felt anything particularly romantic towards anyone - not at least without those whirlwind romantic feelings ending in nothing but heartache. And falling for a nameless girl who lives who knows where? That wouldn't end well for anyone at all.