Curious

50

"You know what I think we need?" Juan asks me as we eat breakfast the next morning.

"What?"

"A vacation." he nods. Juan recently finished his world tour and is now working on finishing the rest of his new album. He's going on another world tour right after. He only has a few months of free time before having to return back to the touring life.

I perk up in my seat. "Ouu. A vacation? I like the sound of that."

He nods. "Yeah, I've been really stressed lately. I think this could do us some good."

I frown, and reach over to grab his hand. "You keep saying that. What's got you so stressed?"

He sighs, letting go of my hand and rubbing his eyes. "My fucking label. They've been on my ass about this new album. They want me to get it finished as soon as possible so that we can start booking dates for tour again. I just finished the F.A.M.E tour! I highly doubt people will even want to buy tickets to see me again so soon." he rolls his eyes. "I just want to spend time with you without having to constantly be worrying about writing new songs and the deadlines of shit. I mean, I love writing songs and what I do, but it's a process that can't be rushed. This album is gonna come out shitty if they don't let me work on it at my own pace." he shakes his head, clearly so much more bothered then when we started this conversation.

"You take your time, Juan Luis. This is important to you, don't let them mess it up." I smile. "A vacation with you sounds awesome." I nod. "Of course, I have to finish the shoot that I had to leave early the other day, but after that I'm all yours."

"Yeah, okay. Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere with you is amazing." I grin. This is my pathetic attempt of not choosing. I know Juan isn't going to let me pay for a single thing on this vacation so I'd rather not be the one who picks where we're going. He always pays for me no matter what it is we're doing, it was sweet at first but now I just feel guilty about it. I think the only time I've payed for the both of us since we started dating was about a month ago, and that was because he literally forgot his wallet in in the kitchen at my place. He pouted like a child the whole way home.

He smiles an incredibly fake smile. "That's cute. No. Pick somewhere and we'll go."

I shake my head. "No, seriously, I'm fine with wherever, babe. I just wanna spend some alone time with you." I shrug.

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Whatever, we'll work the details out later." he stands, pushing his chair in. "I am gonna go shower now." he gives me a mischievous grin. "Care to join me?"

I smile too, taking both of our plates and walking over to the sink. "I'm gonna pass. I have to tidy up down here a little." I drop the plates in the sink and walk over to him. "I'll be waiting for you down here." I kiss his cheek, smiling. 

He nods and makes his way up the stairs. I'm drying off the dishes and putting them away when Juan's phone rings from the table. I decide to let it ring. He can call back whoever it is later, it was probably his mom or something.

It stops ringing and immediately starts up again a few seconds later. I groan, closing the cupboard and making my way over to the dining table. It's a random number but I know it's definitely not from America. Hesitantly, I answer the call and put it up to my ear. "Hello?" I ask slowly.

"Finally, Ju—" my heart drops when I hear the voice that I could probably never forget. Maricela. "Oh. You."

"What do you want?" I snap out. Why is she calling Juan?

"That's between Juan and I, sweetie. Now can you pass the phone to him?" Sweetie?

"Fuck off." I don't give her a chance to respond as I hang up. My heart is still kind of beating out of my chest. I pull out a chair and sit on it. I drum my fingers on the table nervously.

And then, I do something that I know is going to feel like I'm taking ten steps back from my current stage of being able to trust Juan completely again. I type in his password quickly and go to his call log. Juan is constantly getting calls so I have to scroll for a while before my eyes land on the same number again. And again. And again. She's called him multiple times. Some times he's answered, other times he hasn't. I click out and my eyes naturally land on the iMessage icon. No. You can't. This in itself is already a huge invasion of Juan's privacy. I should've just asked him who it was that was calling him.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously for so long that I don't notice when Juan comes up next to me and kisses my cheek. "Hey."
he points at his phone which is still in my hands. "What are you doing?" he asks curiously, walking to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He takes a seat in front of me.

I stare at him blankly, not really sure whether or not I should even bring this up. What if he gets mad that I was looking through his phone? Then that'll just prove he's doing something shady. Tell him! I shake my head, trying to get rid of the negative voice in my head. I slide his phone over to him. "Why is Maricela calling you?" I ask, trying to keep a steady voice. I'm not going to let myself jump to conclusions. I'll let him talk.

His eyes widen, he picks up his phone quickly. "Fuck. She called again?" he asks, looking up at me.

I blink a few times. "What?"

He shakes his head. "Baby, this isn't what it looks like. She's been calling me fucking nonstop for a few weeks now. I blocked her months ago but I guess she has a new phone number or something."

I cross my arms over my chest. "Why have you answered some of her calls?"

"To tell her to stop fucking calling me." he slides the phone back over to me quickly. "You can check, the phone calls only last a few seconds."

I look from the phone, to him, and then back to the phone before shaking my head. "I don't want to."

"Are you mad? I swear nothing is going on between the two of us."

I shrug, slouching in my seat. "No. Can you just block her?"

He nods quickly, taking the phone back. "Yeah-yes, of course." in a few short seconds he's placing the phone back down and coming over to my side of the table. He kneels down next to me, taking my hands in his. "You're making me nervous. Why aren't you reacting? I know you, blowing up over shit like this is your thing. Why aren't you blowing up?" he's right. I normally would have cussed him out but I feel like shit right now. My head is pounding and my cramps are killing me. I also just genuinely believe him. I have no reason not to. Knowing the way Maricela is now, I know Juan is telling the truth.

"Why didn't you just block her, Juan? That's my question." I shrug, ignoring the comment he made about me not reacting.

"I know, I know. I should have. I thought her calling me was going to be a one time thing. And then she did it again, and again, and again. I'm so sorry." he kisses my hands gently.

I smile at how nervous he's acting. "Juan, it's fine. I just genuinely never want to hear that woman's name again. You blocked her, I trust you. It's no big deal." I run my thumb gently across the scar under his eye.

"I love you, don't ever forget that. I'm always going to make sure you're the happiest girl in the world. And talking to her behind your back is some bullshit I would never do to you." I laugh, shaking my head. "What?" he asks, in amusement.

"You're so extra, Juan." I shake my head, leaning down to kiss him. "And I love you for it."

A/n

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