"You were my sun, you were my earth..."
He slouched in the leather couch as her yells echoed to his ears. She was mad, she was furious, she was on her way and he had no where to run too. Being told best to play it cool by friends, he simply lowered the volume upon the flat screen television not to far off from him before leaning his head back, tilting it to the side to watch her fling the doors open with a force he never dreamed of her having. In his mind he could see her as have mutated at sight of the picture. From a small fragile beauty queen into a hideous deadly monsters who goal was to rip him to shreds then spit him out like chewing tobacco.
"What is this?" She demands as she throws the paper down upon his lap, showing a picture of his Hollywood girlfriend and him, kissing practically naked upon a balcony in Hawaii. The truth was he hadn't wanted to do the stunt and he knew their was no way safely out of this hole. So with a frown and a dropped jaw he sits up, staring down at the picture intensely, praying it would suddenly change.
"Wha... what is the meaning of this?" he asks as the petit girl crosses her arms, glaring down at him while she settles down on her bare feet, her hip pulsed out to the side as usually when she means business.
"wha? Oh fuck you. Don't give me your bullshit. Not this time," She says coldly before leaning over the younger man, looking at him with such a deep hatred he felt his blood begin to run cold as his hands clenched the paper tighter as if it was a shield, something he could hold up in protection from her.
"I... I didn't want to. It was a press stunt. It was just..."
But he didn't get to finish as she stood up straight, shaking her head and turned from him. "I don't even want to hear this. Don't talk to me ok? You like parading as her boyfriend then fucking be him because you have no girlfriend." She stops as her back stiffens for a second. He reaches out to her, his hands slipping onto her hips however she bolts away from him, growling before looking over her shoulder. "NO! I mean it this time."
He looks at her a bit hurt, sitting up more only to lean forward on the cushion, his eyes looking up at her hopelessly as his voice softens, "Bunny.."
She rolls her eyes at the pet name before simply walking away to the door, raising her hand with her middle finger in the air. "Bunny died, meet Raquel then fuck off and have a nice life. "
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His hand gently caresses the soft skin of her upper arm as his deep eyes look down at her in pain. He knows she is right, as stubborn as he can be, he knows the truth and yet saying it couldn't be more impossible. She wouldn't look at him, respond to him anymore as she pulls clothing from hangers, quickly folding and stuffing them into suitcases.
"Bun.." he speaks out softly as he hovers over the smaller woman, his eyes bearing down into her at a lost while she simply ignores him more. "Bunny... Raquel please.." he pleads desperately. She never had liked it all from the beginning back in 1999 when he first started faking a relationship with his Hollywood girlfriend Britney Spears. She had been his, the only one for him before ever his career take off with Nsync. She was the one who always stood by his side and how did he repay her? By faking a relationship with a woman she can't stand for publicity instead of just admitting to the public she was his.
"stop." She says without emotion as she continues on her mission, packing up only what she needs into the suitcases, ready and willing to hurt anyone that stood in her pathway of getting away from him.
"NO!" He says a forcefully before his hand clasps down onto her arm, squeezing and yanking her back from the bed and against him in slight anger. He hated how she would shut off and his anger was boiling up inside. Only the cause for his rage was most likely his fault from his own actions and the regret that plagued him.
Raquel looks up at the tall enraged man in slight fear, pulling herself back from him quickly only to lose her footing, falling back some and onto the bed half way. She tugs her arm from his grip as her body falls down to the floor, leaning back against the plush bed. Seeing the fear and desperation to be far from him in her, he looks down only more pained, stepping back from her.
"Fine.. You win."