You Capture My Attention (GxG)

Chapter Eighteen

Valerie's POV:

                I watched Lyndsey pushed past the flashing lights of cameras as she headed forward, looking for a taxi. I didn't bother going after her, knowing it was a waste of my time. I adjusted my bag, chewing on the side of my cheek as I watched her get into the back seat of a taxi and pull away. I didn't know what to do... I wanted to tell her that I knew it wasn't a dream. That we did kiss... I knew that she remembered it, too. Her actions made that quite clear. I ran my finger over my bottom lip, amazed at how I could still imagine that night perfectly. Maybe she wanted to forget what had happened. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe she felt guilty for it... 'Ugh...' I thought inwardly.

"So, you never answered me," Ana asked, finally freed from the crazy crowd of paparazzi and tourists. I watched as Lyndsey's taxi drove out of my sight before turning to face the red head. Ana was beautiful, there was no doubt in my mind about that. As to why she liked me, I'll never seem to figure that out. "Valerie?"

"Sorry..." I laughed awkwardly. "I'm just really tired. What was your question?" I asked, yawning in the process. Ana gave me a small smile as she reached for my free hand.

"Come on, let's get out of here." She offered, pulling me towards a blacked out SUV.

"Where?" I asked; curiosity getting the better of me. Ana looked over her shoulder offering me a kind smile once again.

"You'll see." Was all she said.

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"This is where you live?" I asked, leaving my bags by the front door. Ana shut the door behind us as she took a deep breath.

"Yeah... It's not big or anything but, I don't really need much." She answered. I followed behind her as we made our way down a short hallway. I was amazed at how cozy it felt. I looked around, smiling at the cute beach-themed paintings everywhere. But, as I walked into the living room, it was as if I was in an antique barn house. The sofa looked so comfy with an adorable aged wood coffee table in front of it. As I walked closer, I noticed pictures upon the wall. Ana walked up behind me and glanced over my shoulder. There before me in the photo, was what I assumed to be a much younger Ana sitting on a beautiful horse.

"I was around ten in that one." She commented as her fingers danced over the animal. I looked at her as a sad smile grew on her face. "That was my baby, Clementine."

"She's beautiful. I didn't know you had a horse." I spoke with amusement. Ana laughed at that.

"You didn't ask." She smiled. "She passed away a long time ago, though." She added with a small frown upon her lips.

"Oh... I'm sorry..." I frowned, turning to look at her. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"That's okay. She was fifteen years old." I didn't know what to say. Ana must have sensed the awkwardness as she cleared her throat quietly. "Do you want to see why I brought you here?" She asked, offering her hand to me. I looked at it reluctantly before placing my hand into hers. "I don't bite, I promise."

"Har har." I laughed, following her towards the back of her house where there was practically a whole wall covered in flowy drapes. Ana pushed a piece of the curtain to the side and slid open her back door with a toothy grin. I stood in shock as I took in the scenery. She literally had the beach as her back yard! "Oh. My. God."

"Amazing, huh?" She questioned as we walked onto her patio. I looked at the gorgeous sunset before me. "That's not even the best part." She smiled as I over to her. She was next to a giant heap of something with a massive cover over it. She ripped it off in one swift movement and smiled again as she proudly gestured to a stand full of surfboards.