Rose [S.M]

Misunderstandings

"You know that we are flying to Cannes tomorrow right?." Andrew says as he types something on his phone. The show just finished. It was seriously spectacular. Not really good for your self respect to see all those gorgeous, thin girls in lingerie but it did gave me some extra motivation to go to the gym more often. The last couple of weeks I have been slacking in that department.

"Yes, you told me 4 times now. it's not a private flight so we have to be earlier because we have to go through security. I know. I listen when you speak." I nod to the guy who holds the door open for us as we leave the building. Andrew is so busy with his phone that he doesn't even notice the man. Normally he is the first one to thank someone. He always scowls people who do not say hello or bye to security guards ect. So, whatever he is busy with must be important.

"Are you sure that you do not want to go along to the after party with us?." Andrew says as he finally pushes his phone into his pocket.

"Yes, it will be lots of fun." Brian says enthusiastic as he throws his arm around my shoulder out of nowhere.

"Yes. 100% positive. By the time I have changed and all the party will be over."

"Just put on a dress or something? You look fine."

"No, I don't. I look like a tiger has attacked me." No way I am going looking like this with a room full of beautiful people. They may think that I am the charity case from Shawn. No, not happening. "Where is Mendes?." I say quickly changing the subject of the conversation.

Brian looks over his shoulder behind us. I follow his eyes and see Shawn walking a couple of meters behind us, surrounded by models.
"I figured." I mumble underneath my breath.

"Are you coming to Cannes with us?." I say to Brian as I tear my eyes away from Shawn and those perfect looking girls.

"Maybe. I don't know yet." Well, thanks for this answer. I still have no clue if he is joining us, yes or no.

We stop at the place where the cars are waiting to drive people to the after party. The club is only 5 minutes away but of course, those celebrities aren't going to walk over there. Imagine if the paparazzi caught you doing something normal. That would be the end of their career. In the corner of my eye, I see Shawn and the group of girls join Andrew, Brian and I.

"I will call an Uber. I don't think that one of these is willing to drive to my house." I say as I grab my phone out of my backpack. I haven't looked at it the whole day.

"Jesus. Why do you have 60 missed calls and over 200 text messages from Anna only?." Brian says loudly as he looks over my shoulder at my phone.

I shrugs my shoulders as I scroll through the messages. They are basically all the same. If I can please talk to her and that she is sorry. Maybe I should call her? I have been torturing her for long enough.

"What is she sorry about? And who is Seth?." I close my text messages and open the Uber app.

"Can you please stop reading my texts?." I hate it when someone reads my text without asking for permission.

"You still haven't answered my questions." I roll my eyes at him. He is like the annoying brother who you sometimes cannot stand.

"Maybe because I do not want to?." I look from Brian to Shawn. Even though the girls is basically begging for his attention, he is staring at us. No doubt he has heard the entire conversation Brian and I had.

"I still do not understand why you take an Uber instead of the cars who are already here."

"Because Brain, those cars are not here to drive little old me home. They are here to drive famous people to the after party."