This should have been the best night of my life. Two Simmy’s? It had never been done by a boyband. The Simmy’s had always been reserved for “sophisticated” artists. Teen dream bands were looked down on. But there was something missing at the moment I received my awards.
Instead of tearing up at my success, her eyes were all for Charlie. It cut me to the core.
I had a mission at the beginning of tonight. 1. To not think about Lexie and 2. To get shitfaced by the end of the night.
I’d already failed at one. I could do something about two.
Searching for a bar, I spotted one at the other end of the room.
As I made my drink, I thought through my feelings. Why was I wallowing this badly? I had everything. Guys would give their left nut for my life, but I wasn’t happy. It was like I was trapped in a cage. I couldn’t date anyone because my fans would string me up alive, and I couldn’t have the girl of my dreams. She was dating one of my friends.
While I was muttering about this to myself, I noticed Lexie passed out on the bar.
What the hell?
“Lexie?” I said, patting her hand.
She didn’t move.
“Lexie!” I said a little louder, shaking her, but her arm flailed in an unresponsive way. She was totally out of it. Rage filled me. Where the fuck was Tsui? He just left Lexie like this?
I smelled her drink. God. Rocket fuel was less potent. I didn’t get why she’d guzzle this stuff. Lexie didn’t like alcohol.
Searching through the partygoers, I spotted Charlie, laughing it up with Moono Bars and Dustin Jimberlake. I snapped my fingers and yelled, “Hey, Tsui! Get your ass over here. Your girlfriend’s passed out!” Everyone collectively stopped what they were doing as Charlie hustled over.
“Lexie?” he said, shaking her. “Baby, come on, wake up.”
Wobbling like a newborn foal, she flung her hand over her head. “Issat choo, Sharlie?” she slurred.
“Yes, baby, are you okay?”
“Of course she’s not okay, Tsui, she’s wasted. You need to get her home.” I had to take a deep breath or I was going to lose it. How could he let her drink that shit? Didn’t he know she’d be souped up on anti anxiety meds? She hated crowds. And worse. She hated famous people.
“Let’s go home, okay?” Charlie said.
Lexie didn’t respond.
Pulling her up by the hand, she stumbled into him.
I couldn’t take it any longer. “What the hell did you do, Tsui? Why did you let her drink all that shit? Don’t you know she isn’t used to alcohol? And now she’s so wasted she can’t even walk.”
“I…I’m sorry…” he stammered. “I…um…didn’t know. Damn…how did she get so…? I only left her for a minute.”
She bobbled over and sputtered, “Sharlie, why izza worrrld sspinning?”
I glared at Charlie in utter disgust. No way was he taking her home by himself. “Move over, dammit, I’ll help.”
We both walked her outside as the stars glimmered above us. Charlie looked so guilty. “I had no clue she’d drink like that,” he said.
I shook my head. “She usually wouldn’t. Where the hell were you that she could get so plowed?”
He sighed. “I guess I was talking too long with Moono and Dustin. I thought she’d get me when she wanted to leave.”
“Why the fuck would she do that? You know she hates movie stars and famous people. And those two are like the most famous in the room. Moono won four Simmy’s tonight. He’s way bigger than you or I could ever dream to be.”
“Yeah. I guess I wasn’t thinking.” His voice sounded low like he was ashamed.
Good. He should be. But I wasn’t going to let him off that easy.
“Charlie, why are you dating her? Is it to get back at me or something? Because if it is, you’ve won. You did it. I don’t know why you’d hate me that much, but it’s okay. I’ll get over it. Just let her be, dude. She needs someone who’ll love her for who she is not who they want her to be. She’ll never be the life of the party. And if you can’t handle that, I’ll fight you for her. She deserves to be treated better.”
He let out a long breath then said, “You’ve got it wrong, James. I do love her. She means everything to me. I just…fucked up. I…I won’t ever let something like this happen again.”
“You better not,” I growled, “or I’ll lose my shit. I’m warning you.”
God. I was a total fucking asshole. If Lexie never wanted to see me again, I’d understand.
I hated thinking I’d left her alone. She’d told me she wanted to leave almost the minute we got to the party. But I wouldn’t believe her. I didn’t understand how someone could have that much fear of…well…people. I mean, folks in the industry were just ordinary humans. They might have more talent than most but in the end, they all live and dream and hope and love just like the regular average joe out there. Why didn’t she understand that?
I stooped down to gaze at her. I loved everything about Lexie Day. Her beautiful upturned nose. Her gorgeous body. Her soft snoring. And her hilarious way she viewed life. I understood why James wanted her. Why he’d go to the lengths he did to get to know her. But unfortunately, I didn’t know her as well as he did. And that part gnawed at me.
I knelt down beside her, watching her chest breathe in and out. Lexie, why won’t you open up to me? I had no clue she was that terrified of being in a crowd of famous people. Didn’t know she’d take anti anxiety pills to cope. James filled me in last night on the way home. She was in for a hell of a hangover. I could only hope I could make her feel better.
Or that she’d let me.
After a few moments, she groaned and raised up. “Oh my GOD! Someone put a load of crap in my drinks. Is this what a hangover feels like? It’s like my heartbeat is pounding on my head like a cannonball. Shit.”
I winced, looking away. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s my fault.”
She rubbed her temple and groaned. “Damn…it was your fault. What the hell took you so long? Did you know a pint sized Flamer accosted me the whole night? Wouldn’t leave me alone with all his theories of my love life. Which were wrong, by the way. I’m mad at you, Charlie. That wasn’t nice.”
I held her head. “I’m really sorry, baby. I am. I didn’t know I was taking so long. Honest. I just…guess I got carried away talking. Will you forgive me? I won’t leave you like that again. Seriously. In fact, if I have another awards show, we won’t even go to the after parties. I know it makes you uncomfortable.”
She lifted the side of her mouth and chuckled, surprising me. “Well…I know of one way you could make it up to me.”
“What, baby? Anything.”
“Give me a kiss?”
“A kiss? Is that all you want? I mean, I could take you out to one of your favorite places. Didn’t you say you wanted to go to Simseyland?”
“Shut the hell up and kiss me.”
I lowered my head toward her as she slipped her warm tongue into my mouth. I groaned with pleasure as she deepened it.
I wanted to kiss her for the rest of my life.
Oh. My. GOD! If my head wasn’t pounding like a freaking konga drum, I would have said this was the dreamiest, most romantic morning of my entire life.
Rising up after a heavy breathing induced kiss, I asked, “Charlie…what did you do?”
“Oh, um…” He shrugged. “I just…made a few things.”
“A few things? Like ALL of my favorite to-die-for breakfast foods.”
He chuckled. “Yeah…well…you deserve it. Call it hangover food.”
Grinning, I said, “You’re so good to me, babe. Luscious pancakes, cheesy omelets, and strawberries are the stuff of life.”
Turning my head, I noticed the floor was covered in FLOWERS! “What the…flowers? For ME?
“H-How did you do all of that while I was sleeping?”
“There’s a 24 hour flower shop and well, I was always pretty good in art. Do you like it?”
Tears tingled at the corners of my eyes. “Yeah. I do.”
Scooping me up in his arms, he kissed me, making shivers swivel through my body.
Charlie Tsui may not be perfect. He made mistakes, sure, like the rest of us. But he was the best damn boyfriend I could ever hope for.
I was so freaking in love.