lustful presence.

day three.

i didn't ask her how she knew my last name. maybe she knows me from my old band? maybe she knows skye? maybe she just knows? what if this ruins everything? parker seemed soft and nice but that's the problem: i knew nothing about her. during the coffee date, i found out she lives alone, which shows she's single, she's definitely not sexually active, she may be a virgin, and she's simply insecure. no better way to get deep into a girl's skin who's mysterious and secretive. she definitely has a diary herself. i get lost into thoughts at random points of my day, and i can also get off topic fast which is a weakness. i hate it honestly. but i'm not thick. i know when something's going on. i didn't want to seem like a bother or some sort of annoying clingy guy. but what was i doing here in london? why couldn't i go back home already? and the answer to my question was clear. i was there to support skye.

"it's honestly so good to see you." skye smiles, handing me the drink. i nod. i couldn't keep parker off my mind and i couldn't tell skye. what if i worried her that i'm worrying? but skye was skye and when i was quiet, she knew something was wrong. "jackson, tell me." shit. she knows. "just a girl." i reply, tapping the edge of my glass softly. "oh god again." she chuckles softly, drinking her water. i shrug, looking up at her. she was wearing a short top although she wore a soft cardigan that was long enough to cover the back of her thighs. she was wearing jeans and a soft smile upon her lips. her makeup wasn't too harsh, it was the complete opposite of what she'd wear at one of her concerts. she seemed different. she wasn't as lively as she was during or after her show, it was almost as if she was tired, sad... alone? "did kason go home?" i ask, changing the subject slightly. she nodded slowly. "he went back to america to stay with his family." she replied, sitting herself down on the couch beside me. i nodded, listening to her soft tone. skye always had a soft tone when she was calm and collected. it was a peaceful hearing, almost as if she was singing in an asmr version. "skye, do you know anything about parker?" i randomly blurt out, looking up at her. she tilted her head slightly. "last name?" i thought for a minute before remembering the coffee chat. "valentino." skye had a plain face. "definitely doesn't ring a bell." i sigh. this was hopeless. how would i find out anything without seeming like a stalker? skye seemed pretty upset she couldn't help. i got out my phone, rubbing my chin as i tried many instagram usernames. parkervalentino. a random woman, around the age of 40, definitely wasn't parker. parkervalen, a middle aged man with a tattoo on his forehead, maybe not. it was hopeless. "jackson, you'll see her again. you have her number and i'm sure you can just text her." skye suggests, rubbing my shoulder softly as she walked over to her kitchen sink to wash her now empty cup. "i don't know. i don't want to annoy her." i say, which was the ultimate truth. kind of. i was just worried if parker knew about my past fame and such. it was hard to spot a fake lover for clout. "you won't annoy her if you literally went for coffee." skye says, letting a hand rest on her hip. "we went for a coffee to see if i could refresh my memory from last night. all i remember was seeing parker after the concert." i sigh, clasping my fingers together, placing my head in them. "she didn't come with us. you must have told her where we were going and she must have met you there. you weren't drugged or anything." skye smiles, reassuring me. i nod. if i was with skye, i automatically must have been in the vip area. nobody would've drugged me. and even if there was a slight chance of drugs, it would've been aimed at skye, she's the celebrity. but skye was fine. nothing was adding up. something must have happened last night and something had been said for parker to know my last name. then it hit me again. i must have told her my last name last night. that was the only way. i stand up and place my empty cup by the sink as i spoke "i'm gonna go back to my hotel room. i'll see you tomorrow night?" she nods and hugs me tightly. "see you j." minutes later, i'm leaving the house and i'm in a taxi back to my hotel. i close my eyes, worn out. i went inside, unlocking my door and sighing. everything was so boring and nothing was going to change. i got my phone, closing my eyes as i sat on my bed. i began typing. my eyes were more widened, my fingers typing slightly fast. "whatever happened last night, we can't speak of it."