The party ended and I lost everyone around the table so I went out of the crowd headed to a smoking area that has a great view of what happening at the dining and smoked a hand-rolled cigarette.
It's bad, I know it is. I've been getting myself to quit but I have this tendency to go back to it after a minor inconvenience, my life. For this one, I'm just overwhelmed maybe, I don't know really.
"You smoke?" I looked to see who was asking and saw Shawn approaching me. I didn't know what to say I'm embarrassed so I looked down and just smiled. "oh god, sorry I sounded rude. shit." he continued and I chuckled and killed the cigarette using the Ashtray stand beside me. "It's okay. I understand." I said and straightened my dress.
Sometimes I don't understand big parties, cause I know some people are just here for the publicity and for the papers that will be produced tomorrow and not because they actually care, but then again I have no say. It's not mine and Frances is absolutely enjoying every minute of it.
"I honestly don't know what to say to you. I might creep you out with how much I know about you and I'm still trying my very best to contain my feelings right now." This time I said it without looking at him because if I do I'd probably piss myself from what's happening. My heart is beating fast.
"Scare me then," he said while looking down on his feet. "Really? You don't seem ready. No seriously though, It's embarrassing." I challenged back. "I'm also just kidding." He smiled.
"You want to get out of here?" Shawn asked. "Really? You know nothing about me. What if I would actually woosh you away?"
"Hmm, you're right. I've always got paparazzi on my back too, so you know, once you try and decide to "woosh" me away, they'll get it on tape." He even did air quotations on woosh, okay cutie you got me.
"Fair enough. What's your plan?"
"Pizza?"
"Dude there's literally pizza here. There's still a slice on our table if you want." I said pointing ot our table and laughed awkwardly. I seem like I'm pushing him away but I'm really just too scared to say anything right now.
"Okay, let's see the city then. There's a higher hill in this villa somewhere."
"Hmm. okay. Problem,"
"What?"
"I didn't bring my car." I said and smiled awkwardly.
"Oh even better." He offered his hand out, so I took it. We ran out of the place and into his car as fast as we can, trying to avoid any interaction there is. Not literally run but like power walk just so we could avoid people.
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I didn't even notice we were still holding hands until we got to his car. Wow, fantasy- level shit. Man! I'm living my dreams. I could sob but I'm literally with Shawn. I'm trying so hard to to shit my pants or get hard nipples.
Once we arrived to the hill, we hopped off the car and I sat in the hood of his car.
"So, what do we do now?" I ask.
"We..."
"...enjoy the view." he continued.
We talked about a thousand of things. His exes, rumors, my career, and where we are in this point of our lives. I didn't know it'd only take a night for us to go this deep but I loved every minute of it.
The night ended, Shawn drove me home. I lay in bed just staring at the ceiling. Smiling. I literally don't know what to do after. I'm just hungover by the thought that I got to hang out with him.
A minute passed and my phone began to ring like crazy.
krei: girl...
"Krei, I just had THE best night."
krei: I know.. I know..
"No, you don't hoe."
krei: garrie, it's all over twitter.
"What do you mean?"
I grabbed my laptop and checking twitter.
'Model, Gabrielle Darodi and singer-songwriter, Shawn Mendes got too comfortable in a house party.' and scroll through millions of other similar news.
'Singer-songwriter, Shawn Mendes caught in LA Hills overlooking the city with model, Garrie Darodi."
'Shawn Mendes has moved on!! Lady linked is no other than model, Gabrielle Darodi.'
"Fuck, Krei, I'm sorry. I didn't know those kids would rat us out."
krei: No don't apologize it's fine. IM JUST HAPPY FOR YOU AHHH.
"You got me fucked up for a minute there. Omg how is Ashley supposed to handle this?" Ashley is my publicist, she's also a publicist for Taylor Swift. One of my proudest moments ever was to know I had similar publicist with the one and the only T.S.
krei: what do you mean? you should ask yourself how you handle this situation but don't worry Ashley is good she'll figure something out. Also, spill. You gave a private after party with Shawn.
"It was nothing really, we just talked for hours and admiring the beautiful view which is him, you know. Things like that. Then he sent me home." I happily narrated.
krei: i feel like you're leaving out some parts but okay.
"No I'm not. I also forgot to get his number which is dumb of me." I said realizing that I never got his number or email!!
krei: there's always social media. don't worry I'll try to get you on some project with him. Oh wait, why didn't I do that sooner?
"It's okay I have to hang up I'm really tired. Bye Krei love you. I'm not in trouble right?
krei: you're old and single, you're fine. love you too. good night.
With that I hang up and opened my twiitter
'Shawn Mendes followed you.' I would be screaming right now but I'm pretty sure I'd wake the neighborhood.
"Follow back." I said to myself and I did.
A moment later entertainment news articled flooded my notifications again. I try my best to not check them but this time it's different so I did.
Aside from modelling I'm also known for being the single for most of my modelling career. People assume many things and my sexuality which is fucked up really, I mean you don't have to force people to come out just because they're single or you just don't force people at all.
'Shawn Mendes follows Gabrielle Darodi on Twitter. We're a step closer to a new hot couple.'
