Wait For Me to Come Home (Noah Schnapp x Gay Male OC Story)

Part Twenty Two

Robbie

I can't believe it. I'm in the waiting room at Madison Square Garden. The room itself is a massive change to the small, slightly rugged rooms I've spent most of my career waiting in. They all pale in comparison to this.

There's bottles of water, alcohol, snacks, you name it, it's here, and scattered across nearly every surface of the well furnished room. It's almost like a hotel minibar exploded in here. But I'm not having to pay for taking a bite out of a Toblerone. There's definitely a bit more attention from the media than I've ever had before. Granted, it's like only two people snapping the occasional photo, and it's nothing compared to what I know Noah's had to deal with, but still. It's unsettling.

Quinn hasn't been taking as many pictures as he normally does, seeing as these new arrivals are being a bit trigger happy. He's perched next to me on the sofa, looking through the pictures he's already taken. I can tell he's a little pissed off with the photographers surrounding me. They surely must've taken enough behind the scenes photos already. Nothing's going to be happening for the next hour so I have no idea why they're taking so many pictures of me sitting on a sofa, scrolling through my phone.

'I could do with a bit of fresh air.'

Quinn looks over at me with raised eyebrows. I raise my own eyebrows suggestively at him to make him aware that he should also suddenly feel the need to get some fresh air. He still doesn't get what I'm implying, so I practically shoot lasers out of my eyes, glaring them as I move my head back and forth towards the door leading to a private outside area.

It finally clicks inside his head, and he clambers up from the sofa, clutching his camera.

'That would be a great idea Robbie.'

I glare at him, hopefully warning him to tone down the totally unsuspicious part of his voice. The other photographers seem a bit disheartened, but say nothing. Before Quinn says something that'll make me want to collapse into a ball and die, I grab him by his arm and yank him out through the door.

The cool night air hits my face immediately, and I'm glad. The room we're in is air conditioned and rather comfortable, but the lack of windows inside makes me glad I'm getting a bit of fresh air.

There's a sort of wall around this area, made out of misted glass, branded with the logo of Madison Square Garden. However, some parts are unobstructed, instead some metal fencing sits around, at least offering a view of the area behind this part of the venue.

I head straight for one of the bits of fencing, crossing my arms and leaning against it. I look out at the surrounding area and inhale slowly. It's eerily quiet, considering the fact that thousands of people are currently piling in through the other side of the building.

I hear Cade's camera shutter go a few times, but it's not annoying. It's more comforting knowing it's him taking the pictures now. I pull my phone out of my pocket, and see I've got a picture and text from Noah. I can't help but grin as I open it and see his whole family in a selfie in front of the sign out the front of the venue, which has my name and one of the promotional pictures taken of me in a studio right before the tour started on it.

Noah's wearing that same baseball cap he's worn every time we've hung out, obviously he's worn it tonight to probably avoid getting mobbed by fans. I can't believe that he looks just as cute with a hat on as he does without one. Whenever I wear a baseball cap, like I did when we looked around the venue earlier, I think I end up looking even worse, which I didn't think was possible. I tap away from the gorgeous family selfie, and check the text that came with it.

Noah, Best Friend and Fro-yo God: They made me take this, but I don't even know who that dude is on the big screen? Is he supposed to be someone famous?? 🤷‍♂️😂