bebe wasnât a prude and she had never been one. she was just young and extremely busy and for a long time her schedule just didnât accommodate hooking up but of course, she soon realized that when you meet certain people plans can just fall by the wayside. and all her plans went out the window when she first met jett. she knew who he was obviously and then suddenly they were at the same events or partying with the same people. he made her blush and bebe never blushed so she knew that her attraction might be something to listen to instead of hiding. yes, virginity was a social construct but bebe was somewhat traditional and to her, it kind of marked a beginning point in her new life of finding success and being on her own so sheâd committed the whole thing to memory which is why despite the blistering heat she went cold when she heard the familiar voice. her eyes popped open beneath her designer sunglasses and there he was, right in front of her, his body wet and shining beneath the harsh sun. âoh, hey.â she tried to keep her voice from sounding too flat as she sat up, moving to the edge of her chair. she knew she couldnât avoid him forever and maybe the tactic wasnât healthy anyway. it wasnât even his fault that she was so anxious because truthfully, the act itself had been better than she expected but what had happened after the fact still had her shaken. âyeah, itâs been a while but you know how it is. busy.â she shrugged as if she hadnât made it clear that night that it was something she wanted to do again. as if never calling or texting or showing up anywhere he might be was just a coincidence and not purposeful. âdebut albums donât write themselves, i guess.â she joked, trying to appear at ease.
   he folded his arms along the pools edge and rested his chin in the natural pillow they formed, feet moving absently in the water as it was too deep to touch the bottom. itâs some small victory, he supposes, that she acknowledges him at all instead of choosing to ignore his calling greeting. still, jett doesnât buy into her ambiguity. he knows what busy is like. heâs had nearly nine years of keeping himself busy, musically. sure, there have been breaks and hiatuses, parties and scandals, but all of it has had to be fit around the dealings of the band -- not the other way around. in fact, some of his leisure had been specifically twisted by the bandâs people to be beneficial to business so, even on his off days, jett was working. despite it all, he made time for a personal agenda, too ( as many would attest to ) which is why heâs not all too convinced sheâs giving him the whole story. â quite a long time to be busy, huh. whatâs it been? almost a year now? â he lets his head tip to one side, gaze drinking her in with a measure of scrutiny. itâs not often jettâs on the receiving end of being ghosted, especially with the almost delicate way he handles his hookups, ensuring each and every one knows it meant something. â you must be nearly finished then! should i be expecting an invite to your album release party? â with an artistic ease, jett uses his arms alone to hoist himself out of the waters to sit properly on the poolâs edge, shaking out chlorinated droplets from his hair. â or might that mysteriously get lost in the mail? â