While stepping out of the limo I am blinded by bright lights and clicks from cameras. Numerous voices flood my ears as endless questions are being asked to me.

I smile nonstop as Laurance guides me down the red carpet. And I'm glad because I can lean some of my weight onto him when I need to. I'm not exactly used to these heels yet, and they're one of those pretty shoes that involve a lot of pain.

Laurance stops walking and we both turn for pictures. My arm is wrapped around his bisect tightly as his side is dangerously close to my side.

I walk away from Laurance soon after that once I learn how to walk, and so nobody gets a big head about our closeness. I smile and wave at some people and then I see a girl that reminds me of myself when I first began to act.

The twinkle in her eyes grows once I walk over to her and she smiles handing me a notebook and pen.

"Could you sign this for me please?" She asks, and I take the pen and notebook out of her hand.

The random fan smiles as I sign my name on a page of the notebook. My eyes linger around the page to see that it was dedicated to us. I could see Aphmau's, Katelyn's and a few other signature on here already.

I place the pen in the notebook and shut it. I look down at the cover and smile to see it all decorated with musical notes.

"Are you really dating Laurance Zvahl?!" She asks.

I couldn't break her heart, but I didn't want to give her false hope. The only time I dated Laurance was on screen. Off screen, it didn't roll that way. It's complicated, especially with everything that has happened.

I sighed, "No, no I am not."

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I laugh at Alex as she stumbles over to me. "If anybody asks, Laurance pushed me," She says as she leans against my shoulder. "How come Katelyn can wear converse and I can't?" Katelyn actually kept them on? Of course she did, she's Katelyn for crying out loud.

"Because Katelyn is known for defying logic."

"So am I!"

I place a hand on my hip as we both smile for a picture. "Where's your lover?" I ask as the continually take pictures.

"You do know that it's a healthy relationship spending time apart, right?" I roll my eyes and she begins to walk away. "Hey look, another interviewer that you're on your own for!"

I turn my head back forward to have a microphone shoved into my face. I mentally roll my eyes as this is my tenth interview in the past fifteen minutes. I'm not like Laurance who can just smoothly slip out of a interview unnoticed.

"Y/N, who are you wearing?" The interviewer asks, and I've answered this question one too many times already.

I smile as I flick a loose strand if hair out of my face. "Cadenza Zvahl," I answer calmly when in the inside I feel like yanking my nicely done hair off of my head.

"It appears that many people tonight have been wearing Cadenza Zvahl," She begins. "Now tell me. Is there anything romantic going on between you and Laurance?"

I laugh, "As of right now it's only friendship."

"Care to elaborate on that for all the viewers?"

What else is there to elaborate about it? Friends. Just friends. F-R-I-E-N-D-S.

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I begin to walk to my dressing room as I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. A serious sense of deja vu hits me as I'm pulled into somebody chest.

I look up and glare slightly. "Real mature Laurance," I groan as I take the loose strands of hair that frame my face out of my mouth.

He only chuckles as he takes me out of the studio to the back of the building. Whenever one of us needs a break we either go to our dressing rooms, or sneak out of the building to back here for one. "You look beautiful tonight," he says once we finally make it out back.

I lean against the cold brick wall and cross my arms. A cool wind blows, and it makes me shiver. Laurance takes notice of this and takes off his jacket for me. I try to refuse, but Laurance is stubborn and makes me place it around my shoudlers. He claims he wants to be a gentleman, but we all know he isn't one.

"You're such a kiss up," I say and he only beings to pout.

"You're only making this harder for me ya know."

I roll my eyes at his stupidness, and all I want to do is go get changed, drive home, and then go to bed. I'm tired and nothing else can change that. I motion my hand for him to continue so we can finish whatever this is.

"Well," Laurance begins and runs a hand through his now messed up hair. "How do I tell this girl that I like her?"

You gotta be kidding me. "Simple, you grow a pair of ball and stop reciting your lines from The Way You Do."

He puts his hands in the air for a sign of surrender. "Alright fine, you got me." He sweeps me off my feet and carries me inside. His jacket nearly falls off of me but somehow manages to stay on my shoulders.

I kick my legs and laugh as he waltzes into the studio gaining weird looks from everybody. "Laurance, put me down!"

He sets me down and pulls me into his chest. "Everybody come here," He says and gets down on one knee holding onto my hand. "Y/N M/N Ro'meave I love you, so will you make me the luckiest man in the world and become my girlfriend?"

I roll my eyes at him. "First off, you are so not a man. And two, you're so cliché. What makes you think that I'll go out with you?"

"Because I love you, and I know you love me back."

"Whoa whoa, slow your roll. Love is a strong word. Whoever said that I loved you?" His hopefull expression begins to drops at the sound of my words. "Besides myself that is..."

He looks up at me and hope fills his eyes once again, "Really? Does that mean...?"

"Oh just shut up and kiss me alredy."

He smirks and stands up. He cups his hands around my cheeks and slowly brings our lips together. "Took you long enough," Laurance says and let's his lips fall gently against mine.