Exhausted&Lost

Chapter Seven

Ava spent Saturday distracting herself by tiring out Elliott. They went to the playground, they went to the beach and had a picnic that was cut short by some particularly over zealous seagulls which had almost certainly given Elliott a life long fear of birds.

It was the evening that she found tricky to distract herself. She tucked Elliott in to bed and poured herself a glass of wine, everywhere she looked, she could see Dave around her apartment.

She stared at her phone in her hands, the screen displaying his phone number and she debated, as she had all day, sending him a text.

It had only been 11 hours since she had last saw him, and 24 hour hours since she had met him, but he was the only thing on her mind, she was sitting on her own on her couch as she had done countless nights before, but tonight she felt incredibly lonely.

She couldn't text him already, it would seem too desperate, besides, she had no idea why she was behaving like a love sick teenager. The logical part of her brain told her that Dave was a famous musician, who could get any woman he wanted, and probably does. She was just a teeny tiny blip on his radar that would be soon forgotten. Plus... Ava LOVED being single. She loved her freedom... didn't she?

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Dave filled his Saturday with distraction too, it took everything in him to turn on his heel and walk away from Ava's apartment, he knew if he gave in to his desire and gaver her a parting kiss that he would have scooped her up in his arms and fucked right up against her front door.

As his day in the studio drew to a close, he checked his phone for the 400th time to see if she had contacted him yet.

The band had noticed his behavior and it wasn't long before the questions started.

"Waiting on a call, Disco?" Taylor questioned from his spot on the couch.

"What makes you say that," he responded sarcastically, unable to resist looking at the screen again in case he had missed a message in the last 2 minutes.

"Everything okay?" he questioned, a real look of concern in his eyes.

It wasn't like Dave to obsessively check his phone, or have his eyes glued to the screen all day, in fact, usually his phone was either dead or he had left it in his coat, or car, or at home. He was notoriously difficult to contact.

"Waiting to hear back about a venue," he explained simply, glad he could come up with a reasonably truthful excuse so quickly...

"Must be a pretty sweet gig if you're this anxious," Taylor said excitedly, "Where are we talking here? Wembely again?"

Chris snorted a laugh from across the room earning a questioning look from Nate, Pat, Rami and Taylor.

"Think a lot smaller, and a lot closer."

Dave shot him a glare and Chris shook his head with a laugh. "I can see right through you, man." He shouted as he left the room.

"Why does Chris know, and I don't," Taylor said pouting, ever the jealous toddler.

"Because Chris came with me to scope the place out." Dave said, not looking at the blonde across the room, by now he could tell that all eyes were on him, waiting for him to dish out info.

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"T." Dave warned, "It was an impromptu night out, Chris found this little coffee place down town and texted, so I headed down with him. You're like a damn jealous girlfriend."