Chapter 8
-Rosalie Stevens-
"Jennie I just really don't know anymore."
"Rosalie this is probably the most well paying job you'll ever have in the beginning of an acting career. You have to keep it!"
"But he's so rude to me!"
"Suck it up chica, dudes are complicated." I giggled at Jennie's word choice. "Just forget him, now that you're pretending to be his girl friend you'll have much more opportunity in the acting business."
"I guess you're right..." a small beep was heard through the phone, indicating that someone was calling. "Hey Jen I'll call you later, someone is trying to call me."
"Alright, stay strong Aizy." I hung up and answered to whoever was calling me.
"Hello?"
"I hates youhh." someone slurred on the other end of the line. I looked at the caller ID. Hunter...
"Hunter?" I asked.
"That's meee!"
"Are you drunk?"
"No! I only had like two..."
"Two?! Of what?" I heard glass breaking on the other end, and his booming laughter. I rolled my eyes.
"Hunter where are you? Let me pick you up."
"Nope! Ain't tellin ya."
"Then why'd you call?"
"Cause I hates yew."
"And why is that?" I asked, hoping I could talk to him long enough until he sobered up a little.
"Because youlllll neverrr feels the same." I raised my eyebrow.
"Well... then how do you feel about me?" I asked him, intrigued.
"Can't tell you." I imagine him sticking his tongue out at no one and laugh.
"Oh come on, pleeaasee?"
"Nope. Sorray."
"Please Hunter!"
"Alright fine! But you can't tell Rosalie." I burst out laughing.
"I promise Hunny."
"GOOD! Well, when I yelled at her in da car earlierr, I didn't mean any of tha. I really likee her and I apperate her being around meee." I smiled at the stupidity of drunk Hunter.
"Soo, do you like Rosalie?"
"Yeahh... a lot."
"Well maybe she'll like you too if you be nice to her." I suggest.
"But it'll be weirrdd cause she thinks I hay her."
"Oh don't worry, I don't think she thinks that."
"You don't?"
"Nope. You should try being nice to her, it'll make her life much easier."
"Okayyyy, I'll try dat. Thank youu... who am I talking to again?"
"Rosalie, sweety."
"Oh... thank you Aizy... I love yew."
"Love you too Hunter." then the call suddenly dropped. I smiled, how adorable, he said he loves me. But did he really mean it? I shrugged and grabbed my keys. I had to find this drunken man before he got himself into more trouble.
-Hunter Hayes-
The lights seemed brighter then they usually were at night, giving me a headache.
"Oww... I grumbled, looking straight into one. I stumbled around and heard an annoying beep.
"Shut up!" I yelled in the direction of the noise, one hand waving angrily at it with my six pack of beers and the other covering my eyes to protect them from the lights. Another beep even louder than the first one sounded.
"What do you want?!" I screamed, uncovering my eyes only to wish I hadn't.
A semi was heading straight for me.
I woke up, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead.
"Oh my god." I whispered. Standing up, only to be weighed down by my six pack of beer bottles. I looked at them, 4 of them were empty. Without thinking, I grabbed another and began gulping it down, to coax the hallucination away. A car pulled up in front of me as I sat against the building, chugging away. The passenger side door opened to reveal Rosalie in the drivers seat.
"Come on Hunter, I'm taking you home." gosh she was pretty... her grey eyes seem to glow in the faint lights of the city. I reluctantly got up and grabbed my pack, stumbling to the car. I fell Ito the seat and scooted into place. Rosalie snatched the beer out of my hand put it away, along with the rest of my drinks.
"No more alcohol for you mister, you gotta stop." she buckled me in and started the car. I watched her drive in deep interest. She was so nice to come and pick me up... I wonder how she knew I left the building.
"Thank you for picking me up Aizy." I tried my best not to slur, but I must've failed.
"No problem Hunny." I immediately blushed at her calling me Hunny. Maybe she did like me, I mean she picked me up when I was drunk, she has a nickname for me... that's gotta be good right?
We pulled up to where I was staying, and she unlocked the door for me.
"Alright, don't do anything stupid Hunter." she said. But I didn't move, I just sat there smiling like a fool at her. "You know you can go, Hunter." she said.
I don't know what happened exactly, probably because I was in my drunken state. But when I opened my eyes, I was kissing her.
AGAIN.
-Rosalie Stevens-
"You know you can go, Hunter." I told him, kind of getting creeped out by his admiring look he had on his face. But finally he unbuckled himself and leaned towards me- wait what? Before I could think, his lips were on mine.
AGAIN.
I didn't know what to do, but I started kissing him back on instinct. He tasted of alcohol, making me crinkle my nose in disgust. But before I could pull away, he did, resting his forehead on mine, staring into my eyes.
"So you did mean it when you said you loved me.." I whispered in shock. I couldn't believe it. He can't like me! We're supposed to PRETEND that we do!
"When did I tell you I loved you?" he asked, pulling away more, his voice sharp.
"When you called me, remember?" he shook his head, he didn't rememeber? His face suddenly turned red with anger.
"How could you listen to me! You weren't supposed to know!" he yelled at me. I backed up against my window. Don't get mad at him, he's only drunk. Oh gee that's comforting HE'S ONLY DRUNK!!
"I'm sorry Hunter, you just needed someone to talk to."
"But you were supposed to know!" he screamed, angry tears welling in his eyes. "It was supposed to stay a secret!"
"Why?!" I yelled back.
"Because you could never like me back! Who would like an alcoholic?! A depressed man?! A troubled celeb?! Someone with suicidal thoughts?!" suicidal thoughts?! He wanted to kill himself?
"You're... you're suicidal?!" I wanted to cry. "Why?!"
"Because of you! You frustrate me Rosalie!! I love you!" he cried, getting out of my car and running to his apartment complex. I sat in my car and watched him enter the lobby, tears in my eyes. Jenny was right, guys are complicated. But Hunter was the most complicated guy there had to be. What if he killed himself tonight?! He lived alone! I groaned frustrated and parked my car. I can't believe I was doing this, all for what? A guy who loved and hated my guts at the same time? I walked up to the doubled doors, pushing one of them open, and quickly making my way to the front desk.
"May I help you?" asked the lady at the desk.
"Yes, uh could you please give me a key to Hunter Hayes' room? The drunk man who just got here? II'm his girlfriend and I don't want him getting hurt tonight..."
"Oh yeah! I recognize you! I understand, here. His room is 206." she handed me a spare key and I thanked her for being understanding. I got in the elevator and started to head up to his room. No one else was in it thankfully since it was late at night. The elevator dinged and I walked out, searching for 206. I walked quite a ways down the hall before finding it, the door wide open. I rolled my eyes and walked in, closing it right and locking it.
"Hunter?" I whispered, I didn't get any response. I looked around his apartment until I finally found him on his bed, passed out and asleep. I sighed frustrated at his laziness and pulled the blanket from under him, rolling him onto his back. Grabbing the blanket again, I pulled it over him up to his chin. Standing back to see if I could do anything else, I walked around his big apartment. I noticed he broke a vase on his way in. I scavenger for a broom and dustpan to sweep up to mess, which I thankfully located.
After I sweeper up the mess, I realized how tired I was. Hunter was more work then I thought. I looked around for a second bedroom, only to find no such thing.
"Seriously?!" I whispered, The couch wasn't long enough for me to sleep on and as far as I was concerned I was NOT camping out on the wooden floors. My last option was to sleep in the same bed as Hunter. I was too tired to care anymore so I shut off all the lights and climbed into the other side. His room was surprising hot and stuffy and I was sweating bullets. Since I was only covered with the sheets and there wasn't a fan, I had no other choice but to make my situation more awkward. I took my shirt off and tossed it on the floor, leaving me only in my bra. hopefully he wouldn't notice. I rolled over and looked at him sleeping, which was quite adorable. I smiled a little before drifting off to sleep.
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NEW COVER YAY!!!
Lia