Maybe I'm a shot in the dark And you're the morning light

-A Rocket To The Moon, Mr. Right

January 11, 2016: 7:01 p.m.

"Can I get you two a table?" The counter service asked with a polite smile that must have been plastered on his face throughout his whole shift. It was bound to crack under so much fabricated excitement.

"Uh, yea." I answered looking around at the place.

The ceiling was shaped as a triangle and was see-through allowing the moonlight to stream in. There were bright orange lights strung across throughout the large restaurant. Green flowers lined the sides of the ceilings giving the place a sort of hipster vibe. I thought it looked pretty cool, but it didn't change my mind about restaurants. It wasn't for me, but Scottie thought it was an ingenious way to have us noticed.

"Great! What's the name?" The guy whose name tag read 'Brent' asked as I realized I never gave my name. I was used to people knowing that it didn't occur for me to do so.

"Reece Zynner," I said looking over at McKenna who was idly looking around the place. It was pretty packed and there was already a number of parties waiting outside. According to Scottie, this was the "hottest spot on the block."

He was too enthusiastic for me.

This place wasn't too bad but I would've liked the place downgraded a bit more. Maybe something with more upbeat music since I was ready to fall asleep to the slow instrumental music playing.

"Reece Zy-" the guy's eyes bulged as he recognized the name. He looked back up at me, gaping. "Oh my god, I-I-I didn't even know you-. I'm so stupid," the guy laughed nervously his hand smacking his forehead, the formality in his appearance all but dissipating.

I raised my eyebrow, "You were about to give us our table?" I wasn't generally a people person. I always tried to make time for fans but there were days I didn't want to deal with anything. Those were the days that deemed me as an asshole.

Brent gulped before looking at McKenna hoping for another celebrity. He scrunched his eyebrows not recognizing her. "You're here on a date? Don't you-Do you even date?" The guy asked rather curiously.

This got McKenna's attention. She looked just as surprised as me by the worker's bluntness. He must have realized his rudeness as he looked between McKenna and I, his eyes threatening to pop out, "I mean-it's none of my business. I'm sorry, that was totally not cool-"

"You're right," I cut him off curtly, "It isn't any of your business. Can we get our table now?"

"Don't mind him," McKenna addressed the worker with a polite smile, shooting a look in my direction, "He's not himself when he's hungry."

"We're not in a Snicker's commercial." I grunted as McKenna stomped on my toe. Biting my lip, I refrained from glaring at her.

That was uncalled for. If anything I was defending her honor. She should be thanking me.

Brent nodded vigorously, "Follow me." He lead us through the restaurant and up the stairs until we reached a more secluded, dim area. He motioned toward the handcrafted, wooden table. It was close to the wall leaving us with a view of the crowded street and buildings. "This is the most private area we have. I hope you will find it to your liking," Brent said trying to regain his professionalism but he kept glancing over at me.

"It's perfect, thank you," McKenna spoke before I could. She took a seat.

I sat down realizing I probably should have pulled the chair out for her. Or out from under her; my toe still hurt.

I'm pretty rusty at this whole dating thing.

I looked over at her as she carried a conversation with the worker. He seemed to become more relaxed as McKenna made small talk. I remained quiet willingly, figuring neither of them missed my presence.

Brent left us alone assuring us a waiter will be over soon. As soon as he was out of earshot, McKenna gave me a dull look.

"What?" I looked at her blankly.

"You couldn't be a little nicer?" McKenna questioned.

I shrugged, "Couldn't he? You don't ask that type of stuff." I didn't really feel bad for the way I responded to Brent. I knew he was a fan and maybe at an earlier point in my life I would've excused the questions.

But as of now, I didn't care.

"He shouldn't," McKenna agreed, "But it should come with the territory. There's nicer ways to handle people like that."

I rolled my eyes feeling like I was in the midst of a lecture I didn't want, "But this was the easiest way."

McKenna shook her head turning to her menu. She was wearing a dark blue, strapless dress. It was close fitted displaying her delicate features. Her hair fell down in soft curls and she wore a light blue shark-tooth shaped necklace that she was playing with as she scanned the dinner options. I had to admit she looked great even though I never told her during the course of this date.

Yup, I was definitely McKenna's Mr. Right. Scottie would be so proud.

But then again, she never complimented me. It shouldn't always have to be the guy. I tamed my hair for her.

"I know like five items on this menu," McKenna declared running a hand through her hair.

"I think that's like five more than me," I replied scanning the area. The placid music continued as the parties around us continued their conversations. Most of them were on dates, but some came in groups.

Some of the groups had recognized me-or McKenna-and were whispering feverishly to each other and typing on their phones.

When I first started it was difficult to control fans, but if I remained calm and involved in my own business, they would usually respect my space.

There were always some that weren't able to control themselves, though.

"Did you even look at it?" McKenna scoffed.

This was part of Scottie's great plan. He had gone over the importance of our rise as a couple. It would be too obvious to openly go in the eyes of the camera. Apparently it was better to have rumors speculated by fans to get the media interested. It seemed less staged.

"Don't need to." I replied reverting my eyes back to McKenna who had given up on her menu. "You don't really go out to places like these, huh," I inquired.

"Nope," McKenna stressed the 'p' leaning on her elbows that were propped up on the table as she checked her own phone.

"Good evening, I'm Sasha. I'll be your server for today. Is there anything I can start you off with?" A lady in her late 30's approached our table. She stood with her hands behind her back. Unlike Brent, she wasn't flustered by our presence which may have been the reason she was appointed to our table.

"Do you guys have pizza?" I asked.

"We do, it's under the kids menu," she responded pompously to my choice of food, "I guess we can make an exception this time-what topping would you like?

I bit my cheek, refraining from shooting back a witty response. I did not want another scrutinizing glare from McKenna. "Pineapple," I answered trying not to sound curt.

"And to drink?" She asked not bothering to write the order in a notepad as if she was going to remember it.

"Cherry Coke."

Sasha turned towards McKenna expectedly "And for you?"

"I could go for some spaghetti-I really don't care what menu it came from so there's no need to say," McKenna summed up with a wry smile, "Oh and I'll stick with water."

I stared, baffled as Sasha gave us a strained smile, "Coming right up."

Fucking hypocrite!

"Couldn't you be a bit nicer," I mocked giving McKenna a pointed look.

She smirked with a shrug, "She was being rude on purpose. The difference between intentional and accidental is huge."

Oh.

I nodded impressed.

I tapped my fingers on the table as McKenna went back to her phone. Her hair fell across one side of her face curtaining her from the rest of the world. She smiled carelessly fully absorbed in whatever conversation she was having.

I didn't mind. I really didn't have much to say to her and she didn't seem keen on igniting a conversation. It wasn't like Scottie was here so we had no real obligation to each other.

I wished I hadn't left my phone back at my apartment. I was running late and forgot I had put it down. So I watched indolently at others including McKenna who was tapping with rapid speed.

One of the great perks of being famous was the quick service that was provided. I never really had to wait long which I was grateful for as I watched Sasha come our way with two plates. She set our meals down accordingly and went back to get our drinks.

McKenna looked up from her phone and at her plate, "Thank goodness for the kids' menus."

"Amen to that," I chuckled picking up a piece of my round pizza. It was cheesy goodness in my eyes and I was hoping it tasted the same way. I took a bite feeling no regret for enjoying the greasy pizza in my hand.

McKenna stopped eating and exhaled, her shoulders drooping. I looked around, realizing it must be due to the growing number of people that were glancing in our direction.

I looked at her questioningly, "You know the whole point was to be noticed, right?"

"Yea," McKenna answered, "but it doesn't mean I have to like it. It's just too fake."

"Fake," I echoed.

"Like all of it," McKenna said in a slightly lower voice, her eyes trained on mine looking for a sign of agreement, "This isn't me. Aside from this whole relationship in the first place, I don't come to places like these. I don't want any of my fans to get a falsified impression of me."

I remained silent. I had a similar mindset once, before I even had the slightest chance of being noticed. I would run around my house in excitement if my covers on Youtube would get over forty thousand views. In fact, I wouldn't stop talking about it, annoying the shit out of my mom and brother.

"On the bright side, you must not really have many fans to mislead if you're in this mess."

McKenna narrowed her eyes.

Well shit, that came out wrong.

"At least the ones I have don't think I'm so much of an asshole that I need someone else to reform my image."

I clenched my jaw, "Well that asshole is your only chance of a career so I'd play nice if I was you."

I knew I started this and was a jerk for it.

Why didn't I just take it back? I had no damn clue.

"Like hell," McKenna scoffed.

"Oh, you finally going back to where you belong?" I asked trying to keep my temper in check. It wasn't like what she said was wrong. I just didn't need to hear it from a smartass like McKenna.

"Is that the best you could come up with? Your jokes are a joke," McKenna stated her eyebrows raised daringly.

"Much like your songs, apparently." I knew I crossed a line but the words slipped through my mouth. It wasn't true or maybe it was. I hadn't even heard any of her songs let alone ever heard her sing. I was aware of her situation, though and knew my words were a low blow.

McKenna remained quiet.

I fidgeted in my seat wishing she'd say something . Maybe messing with her wasn't the brightest idea. I opened my mouth hoping I was able to take back my comment when McKenna whipped her fork in my direction.

I closed my eyes feeling the spaghetti sauce splatter over my face. Opening my eyes, I saw McKenna smirking, "On the bright side, the color really brings out your eyes."

I nodded, chuckling. I grabbed the thick, slimy cheese off my pizza and flicked it over at McKenna. I licked the pizza sauce off my fingers as McKenna gaped taking the cheese off her face and neckline. It still left traces of sauce on her skin making me laugh, "I knew your outfit needed a little something more."

McKenna glared, murder in her eyes. I saw it coming, but was frozen in place as McKenna grabbed a fistful of spaghetti off her plate and threw it at my face. Not stopping to clean myself, I jumped out my seat and rushed to McKenna's side of the table.

"What're you doi-REECE!" McKenna screamed as I took the rest of her plate and dropped it over her head.

I cracked up at the mess McKenna had become. She was shaking in rage, as she tried to take the food out of her hair and out of her dress. I willed myself to stop laughing, but failed doubling over.

"I'm sorry, but you two need to leave," Sasha rushed over, "The owner can fire me if he wants, but I'll be damned if I let you imbeciles make a mockery of this establishment."

I slowly composed myself, realizing the scene we had created. The whole restaurant had their eyes trained on us, most with their cameras out. McKenna got up as well, wiping the spaghetti off her dress. I tried to keep the smile out of my expression as I apologized to the pissed off worker.

"We'll leave," I promised. I turned to McKenna only to be met with ice cold soda splashing across my face and onto my clothes.

McKenna put the empty glass in her hands back on the table and looked at Sasha, "Now, we'll leave." She smirked at me before taking the lead and making her way out of the restaurant.

I followed taking in what just happened. The flashes of cameras and snippets of what the other guests were saying made its way to me. Some were questioning if that was really me. Others were shrieking barely controlling themselves. Some were questioning who I was with.

My favorite was the loud, insulted chick who was confused as to why "the fuck McKenna was out with that asshole." I was slightly glad that I was wrong about her having no fans.

"We definitely made a noteworthy first impression," I whispered to McKenna as I fell in stride next to her.

McKenna scoffed, "Scottie's going to have a field day."

A/N: I'm so glad you guys have been liking the plot so far! These first few chapters were a little long but they were setting up for Reece and McKenna's new journey so stayed tuned for more ;)

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