“How was the concert last night boy’s?” Derek asked. He was the media relations’ manager of the band, the mean man. He was obviously stalling, trying to win the boys over before he hit them with a serious conversation. The only ones in the room were Zac, Taylor, Isaac and myself. I glanced longingly at Zac. He must have known better what was going to happen. I hadn’t seen him since the lobby incident, and his eyes were wet with tears. He didn’t even look at me.
“So then.” Derek continued when all he got in response was nods from the boys.
“I guess some of us know why we are here.” He said, glancing at Zac, and then continuing.
“As your media relations’ manager, I have to deal with your media, and, what comes with that, your fans. It has come to my attention that your fans are not terribly impressed by a rumor that young Zachary is dating. I don’t want anything getting in the way of ticket sales of concerts on this tour, so my job right now is to make sure nobody gets any ideas here.” He paused. He didn’t continue.
“What exactly are you saying?” Taylor asked. Derek breathed a sigh “I’m saying that the girl has to pack up and go home, she isn’t welcome on this tour.” Derek stated frankly. Before anybody had noticed that Zac was out of his chair he was already out the door and had slammed it behind him.
There was a pause, and I could feel the room spinning. But nothing moved, not even the air around me. Derek continued as if Zac hadn’t been in the room in the first place. “Adrian, isn’t it?” he asked me, more like a statement then a question though. I nodded, dumbfounded.
“I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to leave.” He said, as if I had just missed this whole display, or had just walked in, or was just completely stupid. “Here is your plane ticket, you leave for Tulsa tomorrow morning at 7 am.”
Tears were running down my cheeks. But they weren’t the same tears as the day before. These were tears of fear. Fear that I was about to lose the guy that I loved.
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Before I knew it I was running. Running out of the office, running down the corridor. Just running. My brain wouldn’t tell me where I was running to, but my heart seemed to know the way. Without even thinking I found my way to Zac’s room. Zac hadn’t made it inside. He stood against the door, his head down. I didn’t think twice. I ran up to him and threw myself against him.
“I love you, Zac.”
“I love you, too.” He barely managed to breathe. I sniffled loudly and buried my face in his shirt.
“What are we going to do?” I asked him. He breathed loudly before sighing even louder.
“I…I don’t know.” He stammered, and I could hear the fear come from his voice. He wrapped his arms around my neck and buried his face in my hair, kissing the top of my head.
