Corrupt
Fan Experience
*Liam’s POV*
We both order ice cream. Kendall gets vanilla and I get Rocky Road. Then we sit down at a small table and chat.
“So what about you?”
“What about me?” She licks at her ice cream.
“Your life and stuff. Not like I can YouTube or Google you to find out.”
Kendall blushes. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Grace.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Gray.”
“What state did you live in?”
“California.”
“Which part?”
“L.A.”
“How long did you live there?”
“Since I was born and then ‘til I graduated from High School.”
“How long have you had that pole in your ass?”
Her mouth drops. “Excuse me?”
“You lived in L.A. Don’t expect me to believe you’ve always been such a goody two-shoes.”
“Always.” She says primly. Before I can retort, two girls come up to us. They seem to be fans, but at least they’re not the crazy kind.
“Hi Liam! Sorry to bother you, but we just want a picture.” One holds up their phone. I turn to Kendall, out of habit of turning to Danielle. She shrugs, smiling at the fan.
“Who’re you?” The other girl asks Kendall.
“I’m Kendall-”
“My girlfriend.” I have the urge to immediately interject. The girls look shocked.
“You’re dating again?”
“Yep.”
“Well it’s awesome to meet you.” The girls nicely say to Kendall. She smiles and waves. “Can the pictures be with you too?”
“Oh, I dunno-”
“C’mon sweetheart.” I gently touch her arm. I don’t know how she manages to look so authentic, but she blushes and stands up reluctantly with perfect girlfriend charm.
The picture goes me, one girl, Kendall, then the other girl and a worker nicely takes the photo. The girls say goodbye, and then Kendall and I are left alone.
“Well, are you done?”
“With what?” I ask.
“With your ice cream.” She shrugs. “And the date, I guess.”
“You didn’t have fun?” I playfully pout.
“I did, yeah. But I’m kind of getting tired.”
“Okay, I’ll take you home.”
When we’re driving back, we make slight conversation. We talk about the music industry and she tells me more about herself. We actually have a lot of stuff in common. We both love FRIENDS and Pixar (but her favorite movie is The Incredibles and I will always love Toy Story.)
I walk her up to her flat steps. “Thanks for an awesome night.” Kendall says.
“Sorry about the paps.” I say.
She shrugs. “I’ll learn to deal with it.”
I kiss her on the cheek. “’Night, Kendall.” Then I leave.
We both order ice cream. Kendall gets vanilla and I get Rocky Road. Then we sit down at a small table and chat.
“So what about you?”
“What about me?” She licks at her ice cream.
“Your life and stuff. Not like I can YouTube or Google you to find out.”
Kendall blushes. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Grace.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Gray.”
“What state did you live in?”
“California.”
“Which part?”
“L.A.”
“How long did you live there?”
“Since I was born and then ‘til I graduated from High School.”
“How long have you had that pole in your ass?”
Her mouth drops. “Excuse me?”
“You lived in L.A. Don’t expect me to believe you’ve always been such a goody two-shoes.”
“Always.” She says primly. Before I can retort, two girls come up to us. They seem to be fans, but at least they’re not the crazy kind.
“Hi Liam! Sorry to bother you, but we just want a picture.” One holds up their phone. I turn to Kendall, out of habit of turning to Danielle. She shrugs, smiling at the fan.
“Who’re you?” The other girl asks Kendall.
“I’m Kendall-”
“My girlfriend.” I have the urge to immediately interject. The girls look shocked.
“You’re dating again?”
“Yep.”
“Well it’s awesome to meet you.” The girls nicely say to Kendall. She smiles and waves. “Can the pictures be with you too?”
“Oh, I dunno-”
“C’mon sweetheart.” I gently touch her arm. I don’t know how she manages to look so authentic, but she blushes and stands up reluctantly with perfect girlfriend charm.
The picture goes me, one girl, Kendall, then the other girl and a worker nicely takes the photo. The girls say goodbye, and then Kendall and I are left alone.
“Well, are you done?”
“With what?” I ask.
“With your ice cream.” She shrugs. “And the date, I guess.”
“You didn’t have fun?” I playfully pout.
“I did, yeah. But I’m kind of getting tired.”
“Okay, I’ll take you home.”
When we’re driving back, we make slight conversation. We talk about the music industry and she tells me more about herself. We actually have a lot of stuff in common. We both love FRIENDS and Pixar (but her favorite movie is The Incredibles and I will always love Toy Story.)
I walk her up to her flat steps. “Thanks for an awesome night.” Kendall says.
“Sorry about the paps.” I say.
She shrugs. “I’ll learn to deal with it.”
I kiss her on the cheek. “’Night, Kendall.” Then I leave.
You're welcome! Can't wait for the new story! :)
8/6/13