5 DAYS LATER
Avoiding Paris turned out to be pretty hard. I now would have to wait until after 7 to get the cash box to the safe, so I wouldn't have to run into him backstage.
But he would always stare at me when he was on stage and I was walking away. It only made me walk faster.
Today though, I did have to talk to him about business so, I'm not really looking forward to that.
I was wearing all black which wasn't unordinary for me.
My black jeans were ripped from the sides because my legs rubbed together but I still wear them because my ass looks good in it. And I wore my outlined cross shirt which you literally can't find anywhere.
I was also sporting some black shoes which looked cute because my feet looked small on my body.
I finished my work in the small room and locked all of my shit in there. I could hear Paris nearby so I thought now would be the best time to talk. It's was about 9 at night now.
I got his attention and motioned for him to come to me. And he skipped over with a smile on his face.
"Cam. What's up ?Have you been ignoring me?"
"Hey Paris. No, I've just been busy." I lied. I hate lying so much. And it's even worse that I lied to Paris.
"Well it's good to finally see you and hear your voice."
"Likewise." We stared at each other before I broke the silence.
"Look Paris I was wondering if you wanted to sell some merch. We have about 100 shirts available right now. We'll sell them $35 a pop. What do you think?" He scratched his lip and looked around. It seemed like something was bothering him.
"Yeah for sure." He crossed his arms.
"Okay you get 76% of the profits okay?"
"Yeah." He smiled with his mouth closed.
"Cool. I'll see you around Paris."
"Wait, that's it?" I turned to Paris who looked pissed. His eyebrows were pulled together and his gaze was intense.
I felt my stomach drop and I felt my face go red.
"What do you mean?" I cleared my throat and my shoulders weakened.
"I haven't spoken to you in days and when you finally decide to see me it's about business."
My face dropped even more and I was confused out of my mind. Why does he care so much about spending time with me?
He put his hands up but refrained from reached out for me , "Sorry im drunk."
"No your right, I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry Paris." After saying that I realized my hands were on his forearms. And i paid attentions to the muscle but I pulled back.
Our eyes met again and I felt something in my stomach. And I swear I forgot everything when I looked into his eyes.
"No, no cam I understand if your busy. It would just be nice to see you around more." He smiled and opened up his arms.
I guess a hug isn't cheating right.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his around my torso. He held on tight and I held on forever.
I don't know if my mind was playing tricks but I can swear our hearts were pounding to the same exact beat.
I was the first to pull away and I wish I hadn't.
