❛And I've been looking for the feeling, looking all my life
Boy, you give it to me every time❜
Five girls go to Miami for a long holiday and end up being forced to live with a certain Latino 5 piece. Having a camera in your face 24/7 and your everyd...
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"So you like Joel, huh?" The sound of Christopher's voice makes me jump. I'm reading some book and the fucker literally sneaks up behind me. "No" I say "You told the girls" "They weren't gonna go on the girls night with me. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do to get that alcohol." "You sure?"
"Do YOU like Michelle?" I shoot back He gulps "Fair point. I'm hungry" He's definitely the foodie of the group.
I realise Lorenzo is filming us. "You better cut that shit out or I'll cut your shit" I give him a serious glare.
Reality TV or not, i do not want my personal life on the TV for everyone to judge.
"I never said I was filming" "What's that you're grasping then? A dildo?" I sarcastically reply. Lorenzo cheeks redden "Um...." Christopher finally gets up "Lorenzo, why don't you film us in the studio?" Christopher says "Joel already recorded his part so let him chill and film us" He smugly side eyes me and I want to slap his dimpled cheek. "Sure" Lorenzo gives me an awkward glance and follows Christopher like a lost pup.
So Joel and I are alone at home. What was that saying again? Out of sight, out of mind. I sit down on the patio chair after shutting the doors leading to the patio and mentally chant the phrase. Out of sight, out of mind. Out of sight, out of mind. Out of sight-
"Hey, Adelia!" So much for out of sight. I sigh and turn to him. "Hi" I say. My voice sounds bitchy and i wince. Calm it.
"Hey, I just wanted to ask um...." he shuffles from one foot to the other.
Great. I've made him uncomfortable
"Would you ever consider going out again" I blink. "Huh?" "Like out? with me?" He rubs his neck. "Joel....." "Adelia, all pop stars aren't like Victor. I promise." "I don't know" The wound is still fresh. It still hurts. "Give me a chance to prove you wrong" What have I got to lose if i do go with him? 'Your pride, your heart, your promise' my rational inner voice says. Ignoring it I take a deep breath. "Sure"
A/N : yeah this is crap i was motivated to actually do smth so as promised, a fourth update i'm tired byeee
