The Outaw

HIM

For a second I thought she had left me again. She said she’d be back in a half hour, but after an hour of concern she finally did come back. She with a single bag slung over her shoulder, it wasn't big, maybe enough to fit one outfit. She walked up noticing my look, she just shrugged and said, “I don't have much.”

I knew she didn't, but I didn't say anything. I'll get her new clothes as soon as we make it to Toronto.

We stood in the middle of the gates of the airport, I'm still attempting to hide the fact that I'm famous, so I wanted to avoid her being around me when the fans swarmed. But still cameras were flashing and phones were out.

Bianca’s head turned with a confused and irritated look, then her turned away quickly as she realized they were taking pictures of us.

“Why are they taking pictures?” she hissed.

Before I could answer, they announced that it was time to board the plane.

Bianca kept her head low as she followed me to the plane.

I step up from the bridge and onto the plane and handed the flight attendant my ticket. I shuffle my way past the her for Bianca to go next.

“Ah, Miss,” I heard the flight attendant say behind me.

I turn to see Bianca still standing on the jet bridge, she was staring and the plane where you step up. She seemed lost in her thoughts and unsure to make a decision.

I wasn't sure I should have spoke up and say something, he name perhaps, but I couldn't help but just watch her.

Finally we closed her eyes and took a deep breath then stepped up onto the plan and handed the flight attendant her ticket.

"Have a nice flight," the attendant smiled at Bianca.

Not sure what to do, Bianca smiled bag and made her way to my side. Her eyes wondered the plane and the realization just suddenly hot me; she's never been on a plan.

"We sit right here," I pointed to our spot, then she sat down with a nod.

She peeked out the window, then looked back at me, "do you fly a lot?"

I was taken back for a moment before answering, "yeah."

"And were those your fans or something," she continued, "the people with the cameras?"

She was catching on.

"Yeah..." I hesitated, afraid that I might scare her away. But it didn't.

"Oh," she turned back to the window, "nice."

After about four hours, we were in Toronto and heading for the exit. I looked down at Bianca, her eyes looked tired and she had a sluggish look.

"You tired?" I nudged her on the shoulder.

She smiled weakly, "just give me a moment."

Then suddenly her smile fell and she froze in place. She dropped her head to cover her face, "you have fans here too!"

Oh shit.

I turn to see an excited group of girls waiting for me.

"I'll meet you in the car," I tell her, and she didn't protest. She followed my crew outside to the car as I go up to my fans.

I take selfies and autographs, everything they asked for.

"Who was the girl that was with you?" One asked.

"A friend," was all I told them, and finally my security guard broke up the crowd so I can go.

When I got in the car, Bianca had her elbow propped up on her car window, and she was smiling at me.

I look at her back, "what?"

She pointed up at something outside, a building maybe. I shifted sound and peeked out the window to see.

It was a billboard with... My Calvin Klein picture.

She laughs as my face heats up.

"Now I know where I know you from," she laughed. "I didn't realize you were that popular, I mean it all makes since with the girls everywhere with cameras an stuff."

"You don't mind?" insecurity masked my voice.

She looked back at me, "no, should I?"

I struggled for a moment to find the right thing to say, "I guess not."

She chuckled and turned back to her window, "This is beautiful."

She looked beautiful just saying it.

"This is where I'm from," I said without thinking. I cringe at my stupidity and my pathetic comment. She must think I'm a dumb ass.

But she just smiles at me, "Defiantly better than where I'm from."

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