Kyra couldn’t help but smile as JC bounded down the stage toward where she and Alison were standing in the VIP section. It was impossible to not get caught up in the massive amounts of energy being created by the thousands of people in the arena screaming and singing.
It had been years since she’d watched him and the guys perform in person and she wasn’t surprised to see that they had only gotten better. And although all five of the guys were insanely talented and entertaining, it was hard for her eyes to not follow JC everywhere he went.
His energy was crazy. He really came alive anytime he walked onto a stage.
His insane amount of vocal power along with the dance moves that seemed so fluid and easy to him, let his entire body get into a song which could drag even the most reluctant audience members into the frenzy. She was always amazed at how music could turn his mostly mellow and methodical personality into the energetic and enthralling person running up and down the massive stage.
Earlier when they’d attended the VIP Meet and Greet before the show, she had watched him from her corner of the room interacting with the fans and the other guys. He was obviously happy and so personable. He seemed humble and truly thankful for every fan that came up to him and wanted a picture or a hug.
She’d lost track of him as more and more fans had come into the small room for the event but eventually toward the end, his all too familiar voice had surprised her as he’d snuck up behind her.
“I’m glad you were able to make it.”
She’d turned to find his all too familiar blue eyes staring at her. “I…yeah. I guess I didn’t have anything better to do.” She’d meant for her words to be rather harsh but they had ended up coming out with a cheeky smirk.
When his teeth had flashed at her in a smile, her heart had fluttered in ways it hadn’t in years and she’d averted her eyes quickly.
“I don’t have much time now…but, um…maybe after the show? I could um…come by your room again?”
She’d winced slightly at the reminder of the night before and then raised a shoulder in what she’d hoped was in an indifferent manner. “I guess. You won’t be too tired?”
He’d shaken his head, the long curly hair he now wore so confidently reacting to his movements. “Nah. I’m always really wired after a show, you know that. I’ll need a shower…bad.” He’d chuckled and her stomach had done something weird. “But after that I can sneak down there.”
She’d nodded. “Okay.”
He’d grinned again and reached forward to squeeze her hand warmly. “I’ll see you later.”
She’d nodded again and watched him walk away quickly toward where the rest of the guys were exiting through a side door.
After the show had ended, she’d taken a separate taxi from Alison back to the hotel. After all, she could only take so much of that woman in a day.
She’d quickly taken a shower to wash off the layers of glitter, body spray and teenage hormones she felt like her skin had absorbed through osmosis in the concert venue. As she looked in the mirror and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, she heard the knock at the door and took a deep breath.
As she walked to her hotel room door and looked through the peephole unnecessarily, she couldn’t help but think about the last time she had slammed a hotel room door in his face.
“C’mon Ky...I know you want to...” JC whispers in her ear hotly, the combination of his warm breath and the cold outside air against her skin makes her shiver. He’s tipsy and so is she and it would be so easy to just give in, wouldn’t it?
They had decided to go out to a club after the show and the evening had started out pretty innocently until the drinks had started flowing and the dancing had gradually become...not so innocent.
Now he has her pressed up against the freezing brick wall outside the side door of the club with one of her legs hiked up against his hip. The smell of stale cigarette smoke hangs in the air but the heavy bass of the music inside the club seems to only intensify the mood between them.
The tips of his long fingers find their way up the side of her skirt while his other hand cups her cheek, his fingers pressing the back of her neck close as they kiss with purpose.
She looks up into his stormy blue eyes. “I don’t know...” She breathes out and licks her lips.
As his eyes follow her tongue’s trajectory she can see his breath come out in small puffs before he leans in and kisses her again. Her resolve weakens even more as he then runs his lips up her neck while her fingers tangle into his short hair as he questions her seductively, “Aren’t you curious to know what it would be like compared to last time?”
She takes a breath and nods. “You have no idea…I’ve been thinking it about it forever…”
He chuckles huskily and squeezes her upper thigh with his fingertips. “Then let’s go back to the hotel...”
After a quick ride back to the hotel and a frenzied rush to his room they soon find themselves in various states of undress making out on his bed amidst discarded clothing and tangled bed sheets. As Kyra lays soft kisses along his neck and watches his beautiful blue eyes flutter closed, words she had been holding back for a long time bubble out of her lips. “I love you, Josh.”
His eyes snap open and she knows right away that it was the wrong thing to say.
She’s been holding it in for years...but she probably should have held it in a little longer.
A lot longer by the look on his face.
“I-uh....thank...you...”
She feels her heart break into a million little pieces as she hears him stutter out the words. Her eyes flood with tears as she sits up and starts looking around for her shirt. She finds it tangled in the bedspread at the end of the mattress and starts pulling it on as the tears slide down her now reddened cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” She swipes at her cheeks angrily and starts to stand up. She feels one of his hands grab her arm but she pulls it away and gets off the bed.
“You can’t just say something like that and then leave.” He sits up on the edge of the bed, zipping his jeans and buckling his belt.
“What is there to talk about, Josh? I just told you I’m in love with you and you thanked me!” She cries, angrily grabbing her skirt off of the floor and pulling it on in jerky movements.
“What did you want me to say, Ky? That I love you too? You know I love you! I just...I can’t really love anyone that way right now!” He rubs his eyes before continuing. “I’ve got so much going on; I don’t even know what day of the week it is most of the time. Christ, I haven’t even told my girlfriend I love her yet!”
It's her turn to look surprised as she stops dead in her tracks and looks up at him. “Your what?” She hisses dangerously.
He sighs loudly and runs a hand over his face. “My girlfriend.”
“Your girlfriend?! When were you going to tell me that you have a girlfriend?” She moves closer to him pointing at his chest accusingly, punctuating the word girlfriend with as much disdain as possible. “Between the phone calls and the letters, you never even thought to mention that you have a girlfriend? These last three days I’ve been on tour with you, you never thought to mention that you have a girlfriend? Just now, with your tongue down my throat you never thought to mention that you have a girlfriend?” She slaps his bare shoulder and he grabs her wrist tightly. “What is wrong with you?!”
Her tears of sadness and embarrassment have now turned to tears of fury as she struggles with him to get her wrist back.
“Calm down, Kyra,” he warns her in a low voice.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! When were you going to tell me? Were you even going to tell me at all? Don’t you think she’d be hurt that you cheated on her?"
He shrugs indifferently. “Then I can just get another girlfriend.”
She audibly gasps but he goes on anyway, apparently ignoring her indignant reaction. “Plus, you always get so weird with me when I’m with a new girl. I just wanted us to enjoy these few days we finally had together after so much time apart. Guess not.”
She pulls on her wrist hard again and he stands up. He seems to tower over her, the indifferent look on his face fuels her anger even more and she starts slapping at his chest angrily.
Finally his usually calm demeanor cracks, the mixture of alcohol and emotion fueling them both to dramatic actions uncharacteristic to either of them. He grabs her other arm and tries to restrain her as best as he can without harming her. “Kyra! Quit it!” he yells and she finally snaps out of it.
With a stare down that would rival the most vicious of alpha male fights in the animal kingdom, she finally twists out of his embrace and pulls away.
“I’m leaving.” She grabs her purse off the chair near the bed and slips her feet into her shoes. The tears on her cheeks have mostly dried and her eyes are no longer moist. The anger has taken over the sadness at this point and she feels her heart beat very fast against her chest as she unlocks the door and pulls it open.
When she looks over her shoulder to him still standing near the edge of the bed, she spits out the last words she’ll speak to him for more than three years: “I don’t know who this cocky JC asshole is, but let me know when Josh comes back around. Maybe we’ll talk then.”
With that she steps out, slamming the door behind her.
*
JC waited outside Kyra’s hotel room for what seemed like forever. He started to get nervous and pulled the bill of his baseball cap down even lower over his eyes as he knocked again softly.
What if she had decided that she didn’t want to see him after all? He really wanted to get the chance to talk to her again. Apologize for what happened the last time they were together. Try to mend some fences.
After what had happened that last night on tour, he’d gone away mad. He’d fumed at her overblown, dramatic reaction because to him she’d overreacted. His anger coupled with the all consuming stress and pace of his career had made it almost easy to not think about her for a short while. Then, within a couple of weeks he’d started missing her. He’d started to realise that what had happened had been absolutely more his fault than it had ever been hers.
She’d bared her heart out to him and he’d basically laughed in her face. It wasn’t until after she was gone from his life that he’d realised how much he relied on her. Her down to earth attitude, her ridiculous jokes that always made him laugh even though they really weren’t that funny and probably most of all, what he used to think was her unconditional friendship and love for him.
He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d had an inkling of her feelings for him going back to a few years before that night.
He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d sort of relied on the idea that whatever happened in his life he could always come back to her. That she’d always be there waiting for him.
He’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he’d started taking her for granted.
And he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that he had started to feel something for her too at some point.
Things were different from when they had been kids. Everything had become more complicated.
Much more complicated.
Life was busy. He’d been trying to get his career to take off, she’d been starting college.
And then her mother had died and everything had changed.
She’d been scared to feel and he’d been feeling too much.
It had become a bad timing, star crossed lovers kinda thing and he'd always figured that they'd end up finding their time eventually.
But now he wasn't so sure.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes as someone walked by him rolling a suitcase down the hall, effectively pulling him from his thoughts.
It wasn't a good idea for him to be standing there alone.
Just as he was debating running back up to his room to call down to hers, the door opened a crack and he saw her smile at him somewhat hesitantly. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Here goes nothing.
*
Author's Chapter Notes:
elle-miranda=rock star
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