Spin For Me {Remington Leith}

10

"So why are you hooked up?" Nicolette asked as soon as her giggles had fully subsided. She looked at Remington, truly looked at him and realized that he was incredibly attractive. It's not like she was blind, she had seen his gothic, bad boy appeal before, but now that she had talked to him she really saw who he was.

Remington shrugged, and Nicolette was hyper aware of every twitch in his body language. She was memorizing his carved cheekbones, and how his eyes tilted, how long his eyelashes are and how his lips moved when he talked. "I'm not sure, guess I looked ready to collapse though. Stress can do that to a person." Remington excused. This peaked Nicolettes interest and sympathy. "You never told me what you do for a living." She observed, setting her chin in her hand as she leaned towards the man in front of her. His eyebrows shot up as his brain scrambled for a reasonable answer.  

If anyone could hear what was happening in Remington's brain in that moment, the situation would've gone similarly to this: a teenager screaming at a blank wall, their back to a door as the parent  peaks in and sees their child just randomly screaming at nothing. There's such a strange aura around the teen that the parent just nods to themself and quietly closes the door with no social interaction.

Why wasn't Remington just telling the woman in front of him the truth? Because he was running from the truth. He was running from the pressure and his life, convinced that was the best way to earn a break. It all got too much for the singer, so he did what seemed natural: left in the middle of the night, turned off his phone and disappeared three states off track. Remington was feeling selfish, he figured that if he didn't tell the truth, she would continue to treat him like a person.

"I uh, I write." He coughed out, making Nicolettes eyebrows raise in intrigue. "What's so stressful about writing?" She asked, making Remington sigh. Why did she have to be so curious?! "Uh, the pressure of a deadline? Yeah, just, writers block y'know? Sometimes it feels like I'm constantly writing an essay for school over a prompt I know nothing about." Remington rambled out, making Nicolette nod in understanding. "That makes sense." She said, validating his partial lie. It was the truth, but nowhere near the whole truth.

"What about you, what do you do?" Remington asked. "You said you had something to think about earlier." Nicolette inhaled deeply, debating the options before her. This was an opportunity to be free of her life, and live the life she actually wanted. "Um, I'm in the middle of debating two very different career paths. One makes me happy, the other keeps me content." She said, shrugging. The truth, but not the whole truth. Remington nodded, and respected her privacy. "I've been there before..." He said, trailing off. Nicolette almost wished he pushed her for a more definitive answer. She wanted him to test her dedication to this deception.

So, unbeknownst to each other, the two friends were lying to each other, about who they actually are. The things messing with them, and it placed a barrier between them that they didn't even know was there.