From Mine to Ours

31: Our Summer Plan.

"Noah, look this way please,"

My body turns on instinct, my head's still not all there though...

Flash.

"Perfect, we've got the perfect shot." The photographer, whom I regretfully forgot the name of, shoots me a thumbs up over the camera before being whisked away by the rest of his team.

I've been in a daze all weekend and my hope that working in the studio all morning would help shake me out of it has quickly disappeared. I just can't wrap my head around what happened a few days ago...

"Noah?!" His voice reaches my ears easily despite the many people crowding around us.

I tug my cap down, trying to pretend I didn't hear him, but the others definitely did and Lucas does not give up that easily. "No way, is that you?!"

Just like that, heads turn in my direction. I'm one of the models who just came off that huge stage for crying out loud, of course people are going to notice me now more than ever.

I'm wearing a cap for a reason, Lucas!

Darn it, darn it, darn it!

I grab one of the guys' hands, hoping the other two will follow and make a run for it.

"What's with the frown, Hon?" Lucy's sweet voice breaks me out of my stupor and I'm quick to pull her into a much needed hug.

"We ran into Lucas and you know who the other day..." I mumble into her shoulder and she stiffens in my hold.

"Seriously?!" She pulls me back, holding me by my shoulders. All I manage is a nod and she pulls me to the private dressing rooms. "Did you talk to them?"

I couldn't help but chuckle dryly at her words that remind me of the, oh so wonderful, "encounter" we shared with the three men. Calling it that would be an understatement. "Talk to them?" I scoff, running a frustrated hand through my already ruffled up hair. "Please, they practically tried to drag me away..."

We come to a halt after about 5 minutes of jogging through the crowd. We end up at a nearly empty section nearing the end of the market.

They attempt to ask me what's wrong, since they didn't get a good look at either of them, thus they didn't understand why we were running. Apparently, they didn't have to understand... They ran with me anyway, even without an explanation. I couldn't help but break out into the smallest of smiles at the notion.

"What was... all that?" Asher leans forwards with his hands on his knees as his lungs desperately gasp for air.

"My exes and their boyfriend," I finally explain after catching my breath. All of that running quickly proves worthless, however, as soon as they come into my line of sight again a little further behind Asher, who is still very out of breath.

"Crap..." The others turn slowly as soon as the word leaves my mouth.

"Sorry, Noah," Lucas' voice is as smooth as ever as he quickly catches up to us with his boyfriends not far behind. "Completely forgot you're, like, known now..." he eyes me up and down at the word "known."

I straighten myself up, tugging on the sheer, white sleeves of my top, "what do you want, Lucas?"

"Is that any way to greet a friend of yours?" He stops right in front of me, our shoes almost touching as he smiles up at me.

"Right, since when are we friends?" I look past him to see Tyler barely looking up from the street and I notice Oliver still walking up to me before reaching out and wrapping an arm around my elbow.