We walked through the eerily empty stadium hand and hand, silently. We went outside and there weren't many people around, which was nice. The three of us walked to Toby Keith's Bar & Grill and walked inside. Various Patriots fans stared at the three of us. The guys smiled and waved, and I just stood with them awkwardly.
"How many?" the hostess asked us.
"Three," I replied. She brought us to a secluded area with no one around, which was nice.
"So," Tom said, "what're your plans for the future?"
He smirked at us. I kicked him under the table.
"For now...just be us," I shrugged. We looked over the menu.
"What're you gonna get babe?" I asked Rob. He shrugged.
"Probably the pulled pork sandwich. Um, Alex? Where's the bathroom?" I pointed and he left. I immediately turned to Tom.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"I dunno. He's seems off," Tom shrugged.
"No shit," I muttered. "But I'm just really worried. Did Rob say anything about me while I was sleeping last night?"
"No. Not that I remember anyway," he shrugged again.
"Nothing about hurting me?"
Tom shook his head.
"Definitely not. Why?"
I pulled down my scarf, revealing the fingerprints.
"Was that him?" he gasped. I nodded.
"He went into a freak out. He didn't know who I was and...and...." I trailed off because Rob was coming back over.
"I think I'm gonna get Bourbon Salmon," Tom announced as Rob slid back into the booth.
"I'm gonna get a salad," I said quietly. I just felt...weird. Then our waitress came back with our drinks. I got a lemonade, Rob had gotten a water, and Tom as well.
"Are you guys ready to order?" she asked. We nodded.
"I'll have the pulled pork sandwich," Rob said, handing her the menu.
"Bourbon Salmon, please," Tom said, smiling. He handed her the menu.
"I'll just have a salad please," I said, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. I squeezed my eyes close in pain.
"You ok?" Rob asked, rubbing my back. I managed a smile and a nod. Our food came out about ten minutes later, and everything tasted great. Tom insisted in being a bastard and paying, so I let him pay. This time. We walked out and the Reebok store caught Rob's eye. We decided to go in. When we were about to enter, Rob stopped.
"C'mere for a minute," he said ushering for me to sit on a bench on the opposite outside wall of the shop, where no one was. I stood though.
"When I was in the men's room, the radio was on and they were talking about my partying habits and how I was out of control and some girl named Bibi Jones....Alex, be honest. Do I need to change?" he asked. I licked my lips.
"No, Rob," I said. I leaned my head forward so our noses were touching and were looking straight into each others' eyes. My arms were wrapped around his waist.
"Rob, you're perfect. Don't change for anyone," I whispered. I wrapped myself in his arms and put my head in the crook of his neck.
"I love you for you, ok? Don't go changing yourself," I said. He laughed, and I heard a click. I whirled around to see several reporters with cameras. I took Rob's hand.
"C'mon, let's go. Clearly we can't have any privacy," I said, shaking my head angrily.
"Rob, why weren't you at the conference?" one guy asked.
"Alex, what conference?" He turned to me. I shook my head and glared at the reporters. We were having a perfectly fine day until they came. I barreled past them and walked into the Reebok store, dragging Rob and Tom with me. The reporters tried to follow, but the manager blocked out them for us. We were lucky there was another exit. We left and I stormed off angrily to the car, which actually was right in the lot outside of the Reebok shop. I sat in the car and waited for Tom and Rob to hurry their asses up. Tom drove, and Rob sat in the back with me.
"Alex, what conference?" he asked again when he got in the car.
"Nothing Rob!" I yelled. "It didn't concern you!"
"Alex, I've been thinking," Rob said quietly.
"Rob, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"
"No." He cut me off. "I've been thinking. I'm becoming a burden. You trying to get me to remember things. Spending every living minute with me. I'm keeping you away from your life. We need to break up," he said, his voice straining with emotion.
"Tom, stop the car," I commanded. He pulled over begrudgingly.
"Rob, look at me."
He turned his face away, and I grabbed his hand.
"Rob, you ARE my life. We're not breaking up because of a stupid little incident with some reporters. I love you, and I won't let you go as long as I live," I said, squeezing his hand tightly. "I love you, Rob."