•Lost• (Palaye Royale X Fan)

•Chapter Eighteen•

Midday. Over due lunch time. And the photographer and the vampire walked side by side out of the managers new temporary office at tonight's venue. This time with cash in their hands for Morgans grateful benefit. Shopping time!

This was a London show and so the pair explored the local areas. The show was labelled 'London', the venue was 'KoKo' in Camden. The surrounding markets were local, easy access and perfect for both Remingtons and Morgans style. Especially New Rock, the fAbUlOuS shoe shop! The pair spent a whole hour just browsing in shops like that especially the cool CyberDog shop although, they didnt dare go down two floors. Gross! Eventually they found an affordable unisex shop which owned perfect wear for the newest photographer for Palaye Royale.

Collecting a few outfits they prices together, together. They had a fashion show. "Try the red skirt, it's cute!" Remington called out to Morgan as he waited outside the ladies changing room. She didn't reply - too crowded for an embarrassing cheer and instead tried on the one Remington picked alone. A red plaid skirt, leather boots and a black t-shirt. Morgan came out and modelled the look. "Stunning! Fierce! So you!" He cried, even the comment; "I am such a good fashionista I should design my own clothing line" he kept that in thought. Especially for the release of his upcoming album. Morgan couldn't help but drown in the compliments her fave turning the same shade as her skirt. She loved it, the attention, the love, the....Remington? She wondered again what the future held for the pair but kept that concealed as she modeled a few more outfits.

After some time Morgan was now the proud owner of a few super cute outfits alone with spare tees, underwear and leggings. She wore Remingtons choice of outfit as they left the shop heading back for Remington to rehearse. Alone the journey back through the market they passed a jewellery shop and a merch store. They separated for a short time as Rmeington went to set his gaze on jewellery and Morgan with her eyes on merch. It mad eher feel warm even when she spotted Palaye's Side B tour clothing.

As Morgan was distracted Remington purchased a gift for his new friend. Although saying the word friend in reply to the cashier didnt seem quite right. He was too puzzled on the position of their relationship, but hoped he would soon understand what they were and would become. He reclaimed his position beside the blonde female and saw her eyeing a band tee, "I have soare of those on the busing you would like one," he explained, startling her and the young cashier. It didnt take long for the salesperson to gasp at the sight fo the rockstar....soon Mirgan was positioning Rmeington and the newly founded fan infront of her store snapping the picture like paparazzi. She didn't mind, after all, she was a photographer. He was an idol.

They departed the market and said farewells to the fan who claimed she would see him at the show tonight. Morgan envied Remington to some extent: wishing one day she would be that widely known. She pushed the thought aside as they returned to bus ascending the stairs to the bunks to pack away the new items of clothing. Remington then produced the gift, "Remington, you shouldn't have!" She explained "you haven't known me for long nor do I wish for you to spend more for me"
"Oh nonsense. This looks better with you than back at the shop. It belongs around your kneck....opps, spoiler" they chuckled as Morgan revealed the beautiful gift of jewellery - a silver chain with her name written on. Simple but beautiful. "I love it thank you so much" Morgan went in for a hug of gratitude but stopped herself. She didnt want to over do it continuously remembering th awful circumstances and short time that brought them together. Remington read this emotion in Morgan like an open book, "oh come here. It doesn't matter how long you've been here or how long you stay we are family, bring it in sucker" Remington joked and pulled her into a hug which Morgan accepted without hesitation- no one could refuse a hug from their idols, their friends, their family. No one. Especially one from Remington Leith.

Morgan made more mental notes of the butterflies that fluttered around and inside her intestines, and the firm grip of Remingtons muscular body as it was latched around hers. She even made herself laugh inside at the height difference of the tall vampire. Little did she know that Remington did too make many upon many mental notes of the pairs contact with each other.

The moment seemed to last forever...