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the late hours of thursday night blurs into friday sometime around the georgia state line.

gunner, my boyfriend, just finished one of his tour stops in atlanta and he plays at rolling loud tomorrow - or today, i guess.

the tour bus smells like his cologne mixed with weed and the slightest bit of sweat. the highway lights outside blend together as they shine across the tinted windows every couple of seconds.

gunner's somehow still awake.

i don't know how he does this - perform his heart out and still stay up hours afterwards.

i glance up from where i'm curled in the corner booth of the couch and catch him standing near the kitchenette, digging through the mini fridge.

he's changed out of his sweat-soiled clothes from earlier into a simple pair of gray sweats. they hang low on his hips. his chain still adorns his neck, catching the light from outside every so often.

"whatcha looking for, gun?" i ask him softly.

he continues looking through the mini fridge.

"jus something to drink," he tells me.

"i got some water over here if you want it. it's cold," i offer.

he shuts the fridge, turning around to come back over to me. i hand the almost full water bottle to him.

"thanks, ma," he says, grabbing the bottle and taking a large gulp from it.

he sets it back down on a ledge before crashing down next to me.

"you excited for tomorrow, baby?" i ask.

he cuddles into my side, his head nestling into my chest. i see a lazy grin appear on his face.

"hell yeah. it's gonna be the best rolling loud yet," he tells me.

i smile at his response. he obviously is excited by these types of things, but he doesn't always show his full emotions. but i'm happy that he's happy.

i run my fingers through his mostly blonde hair, his ends black and his darker blonde roots beginning to grow in. i softly massage and scratch at his head.

"mhm," i hum. "you nervous at all?"

he thinks about it for a second.

"not really. i'm jus hype for the whole festival," he replies.

"hmm," i hum in response.

he pulls his phone out, beginning to scroll on some social media app.

i lay on the couch with him on top of me, massaging his head until i end up falling asleep.

by the time i properly wake up the next morning, sunlight pours into the bus windows.

and he's gone.

i don't really think much of it. festival days are always chaos.

he must've placed a blanket on me though, because i don't remember having one last night.

i check my phone and see a few texts from him.

gunner

hey ma they wanted me to to leave early for the festival n shi but i'll see u later right?

y/n

hi i just saw this && yes i'll see u later!! lmk when ur coming back

he hearts my message.

i get myself ready for the day, missing his presence while doing so.

it's been a few hours and i still haven't heard from or seen him.

"have you seen him yet?" i ask one of his stylists that stepped onto the bus to grab something.

she almost grins in a way that i don't know what to make of it. almost like she knows something i don't.

"he's been busy all morning."

real helpful.

gunner starts sending me some texts around noon.

gunner

hey baby u alive?

y/n

barely i miss u

gunner

ur dramatic and i miss u too i'll see u soon

i text him a little while after that..

y/n

where are you like actually

the typing bubble appears.

then disappears.

then appears again.

gunner

getting ready for 2nite

y/n

cryptic ass

gunner

you'll survive bby

annoying.

the entire day passes like that.

tiny texts between long stretches of silence.

he doesn't go on until 8:30 so i really don't know why i haven't seen him at all.

i don't think he's doing something that i would consider bad, he's probably just going through his planned set for tonight.

maybe he'll decide to change things up from his tour, i don't know.

i decide to go out and enjoy myself at some sets before he has to go on.

the festival grounds get more crowded by the hour. the bass vibrates so heavily beneath my feet as people swarm the stages under the brutal florida heat.

another few hours passes and i'm slightly worn out from being within the huge crowds watching the musicians perform.

i get a text from gunner.

gunner

u can come backstage now they jus told me

y/n

kk im omw

and so i find my way towards the stage he's playing on tonight, flashing my pass to the security guards, then trying to find him.

i see some members of his team; his stylists, managers, other random people who help out with him; but i don't see him yet.

where could he possibly be?

i'm sitting on some couch talking with his manager before noticing a figure that looks like him. they're facing away and has the same build and stature.

they're wearing a white jacket. white jeans. suspiciously familiar checkered vans. a white beanie.

but what isn't familiar to me is the ends of red hair poking from underneath the beanie.

that can't be gunner - right?

i squint my eyes, taking another look at the person.

their hand falls to their side and i notice some very familiar tattoos.

what the fuck.

am i imagining this?

but then i see the person now turn slightly to the side, and the facial features confirm it as him.

my mouth actually falls open.

it's almost like he feels me staring because he glances over his shoulder.

and immediately grins, showing off his silver grills.

his annoyingly smug but sexy grin.

"there you are, girl," he says, walking over to me.

i stand up from the couch, taking a step closer to him.

i can't take my eyes off the bit of red hair that's visible.

"what did you do?" i ask, shock evident in my voice.

"what?" he asks innocently.

"your hair," i say, reaching out to touch the ends of it. "it's red."

gunners smirk widens. "it is."

i look at him like he's crazy.

"when did you have the time to do this?" i ask.

"this morning," he tells me. "that's why i left early."

i keep looking at his hair.

"yeah, i've made that connection now."

i pull the white beanie off his head, seeing his full head of hair actually dyed red.

the red doesn't even look bad. not at all. i'm just so surprised that he did this.

"oh my gosh, baby, why didn't you tell me anything?" i ask him, running my fingers along the roots of his freshly dyed hair.

"wanted to surprise you. did it work?" he grins.

i smile, still shocked.

"yeah," i laugh. "it did. but did you have to disappear all day for this?" i ask.

"for this?" he repeats, faking offense. "this is art, ma."

i laugh, continuing to feel his hair.

"i gotta go on soon, girl," he tells me.

"i know.. i'm just," i exhale slightly, "still so shocked."

he grins at that.

i hand him back his beanie.

"you staying side stage?" he asks as he puts his beanie back on his head.

i nod. "obviously."

"good."

he leans down closer to me, a mix of cologne and something minty on his breath washing over me, and kisses my forehead.

"i'll see you after, ma."

i smile.

thousands of people erupt into cheers and hollers the second he walks out.

i barely even register the beginning of his set because all i can focus on is him. well more specifically, his red hair.

the beanie doesn't last long, fully revealing his new hair to the crowd.

as per usual, he gradually strips himself of his jacket and shirt.

it started to rain somewhere in the middle of all of this, the rainwater mixing with his sweat to soak his hair and skin. his freshly red hair sticks to the sides of his face. the water dripping down his torso is enough to make me even forget where i am right now.

and it seems like he knows that.

he's only glanced at me a few times, but he constantly runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head just right while the cameras are on him. his smug grin feels way too intentional not to be.

at one time in specific, after basically rubbing up on himself, he looks over at me, finding my eyes instantly. his stupid smirk widens and i roll my eyes dramatically at that. he just laughs into the mic before turning his attention back toward the crowd.

when gunner finishes his set, he immediately comes over to me. his body is damp and he's out of breath.

all he does is flash me a metal capped smile.

"you did great, baby," i praise, smiling at him.

"yeah?" he grins harder.

"mhm, the rain made it so much better," i tell him.

his hand briefly slides along my waist as he reaches somewhere behind me to grab a water bottle from someone nearby.

"yeah, it was fucking sick," he enthuses, downing the bottled beverage.

after backstage clears out a little, the two of us end up wandering through the festival grounds while some of his team trails behind us.

the florida air is still hot even this late at night.

people recognize him instantly, even with his glasses on.

they ask for photos, many complimenting his career as well as his new red hair. some also ask me for photos.

he stays cool about all of it, one hand loosely hooked around my wrist half the time so we don't get separated in the crowds.

but his touches linger in a more.. suggestive way than usual.

aside from his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles against the inside of my wrist, his large hands consistently find my waist and my lower back. they stay there longer than needed.

..which is all slowly driving me insane.

we stop near another stage for a while, standing off to the side while someone performs on stage.

i'm not even paying attention to the music anymore.

not when gunner keeps leaning down close to my ear every time talks so i can hear him over the noise.

not when, as he does this, his lips dust the lobes of my ears and the sides of my face.

not when i can feel the burning heat from his body every time someone in the crowd bumps into me and he instinctively pulls me even closer to him.

"you can't take your eyes off my hair, ma?" he suddenly asks.

"no, i can't," i look at him. "it's so different, baby. but i like it. like a lot."

he chuckles. "thanks."

gunner takes both of his hands and place them on my waist, squeezing my skin there.

i grin up at him.

he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

another hour or two passes like that.

at some point gunner switches from his hype post-performance energy into something a little more quieter.

not tired.

but a bit more calmer.

and definitely more touchy.

it's now midnight and considering he performed earlier, he was pretty beat.

so we decided to go back to our hotel room we booked for the weekend.

gunner looks down at me.

"you tired?"

"a little," i reply.

his eyes move across my face for a second before he reaches his hand up and adjusts one of my necklaces.

the parking lots outside the festival are still chaotic when we finally leave.

music echoes faintly from distant stages while groups of people wander through the humid night toward hotels, ubers, and afterparties.

gunner keeps close beside me the entire walk.

one hand low against my back. it's both protective and possessive.

by the time we reach the black SUV waiting for us, exhaustion finally starts settling into my bones.

and somehow the tension between us hasn't gone away all night.

if anything, it's gotten worse.

gunner sits in the seat beside me, stretching his arm across the back of my seat behind me.

his head tilts back against the leather for a second, eyes closing briefly.

i admire him like this for a moment before looking out the windows as we drive towards our hotel.

sometime during the drive, his hand settles on my thigh.

his thumb taps a few times against my skin, his fingers squeezing me slightly before he pulls away like nothing happened.

annoying.

by the time we finally pull up to the hotel, it's even later now.

his manager already gave us our key cards so we swiftly make our way through the lobby towards the elevator, going inside.

gunner stands beside me with his head leaning back against the mirrored wall, eyes half closed with exhaustion.

or maybe something else.

i can feel him looking at me.

"what?" i ask quietly after a second.

his eyes slowly move across my face before settling on mine again.

"you've been looking at me crazy all night."

i let out a small laugh. "am i not allowed to look at my boyfriend?"

his lips twitch into a grin.

"never said that."

as the elevator begins to move, i rest my body against the wall beside him, still looking at him.

his hair is messy from the humidity and rain, red strands going every which way.

i reach over and push a few strands back.

gunner's eyes stay on mine the entire time.

"still can't believe you did this," i murmur.

"you like it that much?"

"mhm."

my fingers slide through the wet strands near the side of his head.

then he steps closer.

close enough that his chain brushes lightly against my arm.

his hand settles on my waist again, his fingers brushing back and forth against me.

"the red hair really got you like this?" he asks teasingly.

i laugh. "you performing in the rain half naked probably helped too."

his eyes darken at this as he smiles.

then the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

we stay where we are for a second more.

he leans down closer to my ear.

"c'mon, ma," he says quietly. "before i stop bein patient."

a smug grin tugs at his mouth before he steps back, letting his hand fall from my waist only long enough for us to walk down the hallway toward our room.

gunner unlocks the hotel room door and pushes it open for me first.

the room it dimly lit, the orlando city lights spilling in through the massive windows.

i see our bags placed on the side of the room. he must've had someone arranged to bring them here before we arrived.

i hear gunner lock the door behind me.

i turn around, watching him slowly stalk toward me.

his hands take ahold of my waist one again.

"you looked so pretty side stage tonight," he compliments.

i blink, smiling bashfully.

"yeah?"

"mhm," his fingers tighten against my skin. "would've watched you the whole time if i could."

i grin.

he then leans into me and kisses my lips.

it quickly gets heated, almost like a switch was flicked on.

our tongues colliding in symphony as he pulls me even closer, pressing our bodies together.

i bring my hands up to get tangled in his hair. i tug on it slightly which earns me a moan from him.

he starts walking me backwards until the back of my legs hits the bed.

he pushes me to sit down and our lips disconnect.

"fuck, ma," he exhales.

he's already taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes.

he pulls at my tiny top.

"take this off for me."

my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, quickly pulling it over my head. i'm left in my lacy bra and my skirt.

i see him borderline lick his lips at this.

gunner leans in for another kiss, leaning on both palms placed on either side of me. it turns rougher almost instantly. he kisses me like he's desperate.

he gently bites at my lip and starts to pull at my skirt as i slip my shoes off my feet.

his hands grip my thighs, puling me closer to the edge of the bed until i'm right against him. his fingers slide higher up on my legs, close to where i need him most.

his red locks are damp between my fingers. i tug at his hair again and he lets out another low sound against my lips.

"fuck," he mutters, eyes half-lidded as he looks down at me. "you keep doing that-"

i grin slightly, doing it again on purpose.

his jaw tightens.

"you're bad tonight," he says.

"learned from you," i reply.

he laughs once under his breath before kissing me harder.

his cold chain brushes against my skin while he leans further over me, one hand planted next to me while the other grips my thigh.

"been driving me crazy all night," he quietly admits, somewhat out of breath.

i look up at him. "you disappeared all day and came back looking like this. what did you expect?"

his smirk returns.

"you obsessed with me?"

i roll my eyes, but my hands slide from his hair down along his chest anyway.

"you're so cocky," i murmur.

"and you still can't stop touching me."

can't say he's wrong.

gunner kisses down my neck briefly before pulling back just enough to look at me sitting beneath him.

his gaze drags over me. his expression noticeably darkens.

"yeah," he says quietly to himself. "you look too fuckin' pretty right now."

i grin at him.

"go sit by the headboard," he tells me.

i softly bite my lip, pushing myself back until my back is resting against the pillows by the headboard.

i watch as he stands there, taking his gucci belt off with one hand and throwing it to the side. he crawls towards me.

our lips connect once again as he hovers over me.

his kisses migrate off my lips to my jaw, then my neck. he litters wet kisses across my collarbone, slightly pushing me to sit up as he snakes his arm around to unclasp my bra. he pulls it off of me, tossing it somewhere in the room.

his lips trail to my breasts, pressing a few kisses there before sliding his lips down my torso.

his fingers toy with the side of my panties as he lightly bites and sucks a mark into my inner thigh, the contrast of his cold grills chilling against my warm skin. his pretty blue eyes look up into mine as he does this.

his hands separate my thighs further.

"gunner.." i breath out.

"hmm?"

his lips and fingers dance around everywhere but the spot i actually need him.

"c'mon.." i whine.

"what?" he grins at me from between my thighs.

i close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow behind me for a second.

"i need you, baby.." i mewl.

"yeah?" he smirks, his tone cocky. "where do you need me, ma?" he says, fake innocence in his voice.

i whimper. "don't make me say it."

his smirk shows his silver covered teeth.

"at least say please, then."

i almost roll my eyes.

"please, gunner.." i reluctantly say.

he grins up at me. "see? wasn't that hard."

gunner then takes ahold of the sides of my panties, pulling them off of me.

"you're so wet, ma.." he almost moans as he notices my slick heat.

he presses an open-mouthed kiss to my pussy before starting off with small licks and nibbles.

"yes, gunner," i breath.

each of his hands wrap around my upper thighs, holding me in place as he works on me. he spreads my legs wide open, his hold strong enough where i couldn't fight it if i tried.

gunner quickly starts eating me out with more urgency. his tongue licks large stripes down my folds, making my back arch at the feeling.

he doesn't take his grills off, so the crisp metal almost makes me jolt every time it touches me.

"you taste so fucking good," he hums against me, only taking the smallest break before getting back to work.

his nose nudges at my clit while he sticks his tongue inside of me.

the pressure begins to build in my stomach.

he's too damn good at this.

"oh shit, gun," i loudly moan out.

i try to move my legs but his grasp on me doesn't allow me to. i loop my ankle around to press on his back, holding him where he is.

i reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair, the head of red hair between my legs a completely different sight from any other time we've done this.

i play with and pull at his hair while he eats me out, his moans vibrating and sending shocks down my spine.

i don't think i'll last much longer - not when he's trying this hard.

he then wraps his lips around my clit and begins sucking. my back instantly arches off the bed.

"oh my gosh, right there, baby," i mewl out.

my grip tightens in his hair and i press his head closer to me.

i throw my head back against the pillows and he pulls off me for the slightest second.

"don't take your eyes off me, ma," he says quietly.

but it's enough to make me listen to him.

so i lift my head up, looking at him through my half closed eyes.

i continue to let out more moans and lewd obscenities.

gunner doesn't stop his attack on my bud, and if anything has doubled down on it.

"i'm so close, baby," i whine.

i notice his hips slowly grinding into the bed underneath him in an attempt to relieve some pressure.

he eats me out more determinedly, not giving up this pace he's set.

i pull even more at his hair at this, my ankle and calf pushing harder into his back.

"i'm gonna cum, baby," i loudly exclaim.

he doesn't break eye contact with me as he carries on with his oral attack.

i let out a small whimper, before a final loud moan escapes from my mouth as i cum.

he eats me through it, slowing down only the slightest bit.

once he's milked me for all i've got, he pulls his mouth off me, planting a gentle kiss on my hip bone.

i try to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down.

"you're so perfect, ma," he mutters, lifting himself up to hover over me once more.

i smile as he pecks my lips, the taste of myself on his mouth.

a/n : i wanted to post this last night but i was being lazy and didn't actually start writing until 1am :// but i hope u guys enjoy 😈 because ik i did 😈😈 red hair nett js does something to meeee idk its unexplainable 🤤 he looks tew good!!! anyway lmk what u guys think about this!! feel free to send me comments, questions, suggestions, or anything thru my inbox or private messages!! i'm still taking reqs but they're not at the top of my priorities regarding my fics atm!! likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated <2 love y'all!!

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meet y/n:

y/n's the type of girl that you remember after seeing her once.

back in middle school she was quieter. always around, but never really noticed. she sat in the back of class doodling in her notebook, trying to hide her wired headphones from the teacher. she spent more time online than talking to anyone in the halls. don’t get me wrong, she had friends, a few closer ones, but she was still quiet. gunner knew of her, and she knew of him, but that was it.

years later, she’s somehow become the exact type of girl that the internet is obsessed with.

she djs underground parties and warehouse sets with flashing neon lights and booming speakers, usually running on a few hours of sleep and whatever drink was shoved into her hand ten minutes earlier. it feels like she was ripped straight out of the early 2010s: giant sunglasses despite being indoors, smeared eyeliner and glitter across her eyes for a night out, short jean cut-offs, furry boots in the middle of summer, studded belts and hats, tangled but somehow still perfect hair, an array of bracelets stacked up her arms, blurry flash photos, sparkly lip gloss, and animal print bags stuffed with various cords and cigarettes.

she's messy in the most effortless way.

y/n's instagram feed is all grainy digital camera pictures: her behind dj decks with her bedazzled headphones on, messy makeup after a long night, drunk mirror selfies in club bathrooms, and colorful lights washing over her and her friends faces at two a.m. she’s always surrounded by people and is universally liked, but there’s still something distant about her. like nobody actually knows her.

people like being around her because she makes everything feel louder, more exciting, more reckless.

and a little while after gunner blows up online, he starts seeing her everywhere.

but who's gunner?

meet gunner:

on the other hand, gunner's the type of person people either completely idolize or stay far away from.

he dropped out freshman year after spending most of middle school and early high school barely paying attention to anything except music. but this didn't surprise anyone. teachers disliked him because he never showed up, never listened, and never even cared enough to pretend to. everyone else mostly knew him as the wannabe soundcloud rapper with the blonde messy hair and the smell of weed stuck to his clothes. he talked when he felt like it, ignored people when he didn't, and somehow always looked bored no matter what was happening around him.

then somehow, almost out of nowhere, he blew up.

his music started spreading online after a clip of one of his songs went viral on twitter. his soundcloud began to gain more views, and it contained distorted beats and messy vocals, the songs sounding like they were made at four in the morning in someone's bedroom while both half asleep and half high. but people loved how chaotic he was. he never polished anything down enough to make it feel fake.

and now he's everywhere.

tons of tour clips, blurry fan-taken photos after shows, and edits with thousands of views would show up if you looked up 'nettspend'. he walks around with security, but still somehow acts like he has nothing to lose.

he parties constantly, disappears for days at a time, will sometimes post blurry photos at random hours with captions that no one seems to understand. there's occasional rumors about him online, about who he's dating, who he's hooked up with, if there's beef between him and another rapper.

even after gaining fame, he still acts pretty much the same as he did before. his low patience for fake people, his low effort texts, the large amounts of money he'd spend on dumb shit, his tendency to leave a party without saying goodbye.

when he notices y/n again, it's not because of some deep history between them. gunner can't even remember one conversation they had - if they ever did.

it's more that she suddenly fits into the world he's in now.

his curiosity can't help but get the best of him after producers and other people he knows unexpectedly repost and comment on her instagram posts and random clips of her dj sets flood his feed, as well as blurry photos of her at parties. she looks all too familiar, until he connects the dots and realizes they attended the same middle school. and now the girl he never really spoke to in school, and otherwise would've been forgotten as an old middle school memory, is suddenly impossible to ignore.

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i stay where i am for a few seconds after gunner disappears.

which is embarrassing, honestly - how can one small touch from him affect me this way?

"don't disappear before i come back."

the words replay over and over in my head, like a catchy tune that i can't shake from my mind.

i force myself to move, pushing off the wall taking a look around the room, trying to ground myself again. people are still talking over each other, laughing, and moving through the crowd like nothing important just happened.

but maybe nothing important did happen. maybe i'm just dramatic.

i start to make my way towards the bar to get another soda, and someone brushes past me and nearly knocks into my shoulder, muttering a quick apology.

i get my drink and stand towards the side of the room, closer to one of the darker corners where the lights don't hit me as hard.

across the room, i can see movement near the front.

it's gunner.

people crowd around where he stands while someone adjusts something near the speakers. i hear voices yelling out his name. phones are already out.

i watch him from a distance.

the lights dim slightly. a cheer rises through the room.

"thank you all for coming," gunner voice echoes, the autotune evident through the speakers.

he scans the crowd while he talks. and for one stupid second, i wonder if he's looking for me.

"are y'all ready?" he asks.

the crowd erupts with cheers and hollers.

then the music starts.

the bass vibrates through the floor beneath my heels.

people immediately react, some yelling, some already singing lyrics from snippets he's teased online.

i stay near the back while the room loses itself to the music.

the lights flash across everyone's faces, the bass shaking throughout he walls so hard i can feel it rattle in my chest. people push closer toward the front, phones raised high in the air while gunner moves across the small stage like he was made for this.

and maybe he was.

every now and then, i catch better glimpses of him through the crowd. his chains catching the light, his tattooed hand gripping the microphone, sweat dampening pieces of his dyed hair.

i try not to stare too much. but i fail a little.

the energy in the room is insane. people scream and cheer while he paces across the stage, feeding off the chaos around him. i stay further back, tucked between people near the wall, just watching.

then his eyes find mine.

it happens so suddenly that i almost think i'm imagining it.

but he looks directly at me through the crowd.

and he doesn't look away either.

his head tilts slightly, like some sort of sign of acknowledgement.

he hasn't stopped performing, just merely focusing his vision on me as he continues.

my stomach twists.

someone jumps in front of me, blocking my view for a second, but when they move again, gunner's still looking.

then he finally tears his attention away from me and keeps performing.

i hate how much that affects me.

after a while, the room grows hotter. and louder. and somehow more crowded.

gunner's been performing for a little while now, so i feel fine to step away for a second. i don't think i'll miss much.

i slip down a hallway near the bathrooms where it's quieter. the bass is still audible, but it's more dulled now.

i lean against the wall and take a sip from my cup, exhaling slowly.

i stay there for around two minutes, just standing there, before my phone lights up in my hand.

gunner

wya

he must've finished performing already. before i can even process it, another text comes through.

gunner

thought i said don't disappear

despite myself, i smile.

y/n

i needed air i just went to the hall near the bathrooms

the typing bubble appears almost instantly.

gunner

stay there

my stomach flips annoyingly fast at his message.

a minute later, i hear noises somewhere down the hallway. footsteps. which, to me, feel different than a random person who needs to use the restroom.

then gunner appears around the corner. i knew it.

his eyes land on me.

he's slightly out of breath, probably from performing, and there's still adrenaline written all over him. his skin is flushed and his black shirt sticks to his skin.

"there you are," he says.

the words are simple, but something about the way he says them makes my stomach tighten.

i raise an eyebrow, trying to ignore it.

"what, you thought i actually left?" i ask.

gunner walks closer, stopping a few feet in front of me.

"didn't know."

i let out a small laugh. "you seem weirdly concerned about that," i tell him.

he looks at me for a second before shrugging lightly.

"maybe i wanted you here."

it's the honestly in his voice that catches me off guard.

i glance down at my cup, suddenly aware of how warm my face now feels.

"but you have, like, so many people out there for you already," i murmur.

"not the same."

my eyes flick back up to his.

i nervously tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "your performance was good."

"yeah?" he asks, not breaking eye contact.

"yeah," i nod. "i liked your new songs."

gunner's lips tug into a small grin at that.

"good," he says. "figured you would."

he takes a step closer to me.

i lift an eyebrow. "oh, really?"

he shrugs, leaning one shoulder against the wall. "yeah. seems like your type."

my eyebrows furrow slightly, a small smile on my lips.

"and what exactly is my type?" i ask.

gunner looks at me for a second too long before answering.

"hmm... loud.. chaotic.. hard to keep up with."

i squint my eyes slightly, still smiling. "seems like you're just describing yourself."

"maybe."

my smile nearly drops. he says it so effortlessly, unaware of how his words are affecting me.

i don't know how to respond. there's silence that settles between us.

i take a sip of my drink mostly to give myself something to do.

"crowd was kinda annoying, though," gunner says after a second. "could barely see you back there."

my eyes dart up to his.

i force a light smile, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest is actively tightening.

"were you looking for me that bad?" i ask, almost teasing.

gunner doesn't answer me right away.

he just looks at me. like he's deciding how honest he wants to be.

that small pause does nothing for my nerves.

i take another small sip of my soda too quickly, immediately regretting it because now i definitely feel his attention on me more than before.

finally, he shrugs like it's not a big deal.

"maybe," he says.

him and all these "maybe"'s.

i stare at him for a second too long, trying to decode what he actually means by it.

i shift my weight, forcing myself to look anywhere else - his chain, the wall, the light that's slightly flickering above us.

"you can't just say maybe," i quietly tell him.

gunner lets out a soft breath through his nose, like he's amused but also not really in the mood to play it off anymore.

"why not?" he asks.

like it's a genuine question to ask.

i glance back at him, my eyebrows pulling together. "because it's annoying."

he nods slowly, like he understand, but he doesn't look away from me.

"yeah," he says. "is it?"

i lightly exhale, nodding. "what does it mean?"

"what?"

"the 'maybe'," i tell him. "and you're doing it again."

"yeah," he says simply. "i guess i am."

no attempt to fix it - just agreement, like we're not talking about something that's bothering me.

i stare at him for a second. "you're not even gonna explain it?"

he shrugs, slower this time, like he's thinking about what he's saying before he actually speaks.

"there's not much to explain," he says. "i said maybe because i don't fully know."

his voice is less sharp and calmer now.

i blink. "you don't know?"

he nods.

"not with you."

i glance away, trying to steady myself.

"that's a little concerning," i mutter, trying to laugh it off, but my voice comes out quieter than i want it to.

gunner's eyes stay on me.

"i don't mean it in a bad way," he says softly. "you just.. throw me off sometimes."

i look back at him. "me?"

he gives a small nod.

"yeah."

i shift my cup between my hands, not sure how to respond.

"you don't seem like the type of get thrown off."

that gets a faint smile out of him.

"you'd be surprised."

i study his face for a second, trying to figure out if he's being serious.

and he is. completely.

"so when you say maybe," i start slowly, "you mean.. what? that you don't know if you were looking for me?"

gunner sucks in a breath and looks down the hallway for a half a second before looking back at me.

"no," he says. "i was looking for you."

my stomach stirs.

the way he says it is so simple that it almost hits me harder.

i blink at him.

"oh."

his lips twitch slightly, like he knows that caught me off guard.

"the maybe part," he continues, "is me trying to figure out why you got stuck in my head like this."

i hate how honest he's being.

i stare at him for a second too long before asking, "so what does that mean?"

he shrugs. "i mean, i know i like being around you," he says, taking a step closer to me, eyes focused on the ground. “i figured that out seven months ago. but i think about you more than i probably should," he pauses briefly. "you know i was hoping you'd come tonight."

his eyes flick to mine again.

"i just don't wanna say some dramatic shit and make it weird."

my breath catches at that. that's the least dramatic thing he could've said, but it still affects me anyway.

i let out a small laugh, mostly out of nerve. "might be a bit too late for the weird part."

gunner smiles softly.

"yeah," he says. "maybe a little."

i shake my head, looking down for a second and gathering up my courage.

"you know what your problem is?" i ask him.

"what?"

"you just say shit without thinking about what it actually means."

that actually makes him quietly chuckle.

"is that bad?"

"no," i tell him. "it’s not. i don't even think you mean to do it."

"i probably don't."

gunner shifts a little closer without seeming to realize he's doing it.

"you feel uncomfortable around me?" he suddenly asks.

the question surprises me.

"what?"

"back there," he tells me. "you looked nervous."

i stare at him. the fact that he noticed makes me feel even more nervous.

i try to play it off. "maybe because you kept staring at me during your performance."

the corners of his lip curl up into a smile.

"couldn't help it."

i roll my eyes, but it lacks any real annoyance.

gunner watches me for a second.

"you know," he starts, "i really didn't know if you were going to leave or not."

i look at him. "why?"

he shrugs lightly.

"felt like something you'd do."

i narrow my eyes. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"nothing bad," he says, in his usual casual tone. "sometimes it feels like you're waiting for a reason to leave."

that’s weird, because i feel like i’m always waiting for a reason to stay.

i look down at my cup. "sometimes i just like acting hard to get," i say lightly. "doesn't mean i actually want to leave."

my eyes hold his for a second longer.

then the corner of his mouth lifts slightly.

"yeah?" he asks.

i shrug, trying to keep my expression casual though i can feel the tensions sitting between us.

"yeah."

he looks at me for a moment.

"you're good at it then," gunner says.

i let out a quiet laugh. "at being hard to get?"

"at making people unsure," he replies.

something about the way he says "people" makes it obvious he means himself too.

i tilt my head slightly, a new wave of confidence taking over me. "you unsure about me, gunner?"

he leans back against the wall again, relaxed, but his gaze doesn't leave my face.

"all the time," he admits.

i smile a little. "that sounds like a you problem."

"probably is," he tells me.

theres a moment of silence between us, but it doesn't feel awkward. if anything, it feels worse. because now he's looking at me like he knows i stayed. like he knows i could've left an hour ago but didn't.

my fingers tighten around my cup.

"you seem to think about me a lot," i point out.

gunner's eyes flick down to my lips for a quick second before meeting my eyes again.

"i guess i do," he admits.

my heart skips a beat. i try to smile through it.

"that's kinda crazy considering we barely talked."

he shrugs, still watching me.

"didn't really feel like barely," he says.

i let out a soft laugh.

"gunner," i start, shaking my head a little. "it was one music video and a few weeks of texting."

"i know."

"do you?"

he huffs out a quiet laugh at that, looking down for a second before looking back at me.

"yeah," he says. "i do."

his voice is calm, but there's something underneath it that i can't decipher.

i shift against the wall behind me, suddenly aware of how little space there is between us.

"so, why?" i ask before i can stop myself.

his eyebrows lift slightly. "why what?"

"why me? what makes me so special?" i ask, trying to make my tone sound more playful.

but for a second, i almost regret asking that.

gunner looks at me like he's actually thinking about the answer instead of trying to come up with something smooth.

"i don't know," he admits. "you just stuck."

my breath catches.

he notices.

of course he does.

his eyes stay on mine as he continues, but quieter now.

"after the shoot, i thought i'd get over it or something," he smiles to himself, like he’s reminiscing on those times. "then i'd see you post or i’d get a text from you and it'd start all over again."

i stare at him.

he continues before i can think of something to say.

"but you didn't really make it easy either."

i blink. "me?"

"yeah," he tilts his head. "you'd reply like you didn't care, then say something that made me think maybe you did."

i look down at my cup, smiling to myself.

"maybe i liked keeping you confused."

gunner laughs at that.

"yeah. i figured that out."

my eyes lift back to his.

"and you still kept texting me?"

his gaze holds mine.

"yeah," he says, his voice honest. "i wanted to."

he exhales through his mouth.

"i thought about texting you a lot after we stopped talking," gunner continues.

i stare at him.

"why didn't you?" i ask.

he shrugs lightly. "didn't know if you wanted me to."

i let out a breath, almost smiling. "you make me sound evil."

he laughs under his breath. "you liked messing with me."

"and you liked letting me."

"true," he says quickly.

almost too quickly.

there's a pause.

"still do, honestly," he tells me.

i feel my throat go a little dry.

i laugh a bit. "you're really confident for someone who said he doesn't know what he's doing."

gunner shrugs, like both things can exist at once.

"i don't," he says. "but i know what i like."

i stare into his eyes.

"and what do you like?"

he watches me for a second.

then he steps a fraction closer.

not enough to trap me, but nearly enough to make my body react.

"you," he responds.

i blink a couple of times, my cheeks feeling hot. a smile automatically finds its way on my face.

i let out a short breath, trying to turn it into something lighter. "you're insane."

he smiles faintly. "yeah?"

"you can't just say things like that like it's nothing," i tell him.

"why not?" he asks. "it's true."

i open my mouth, then close it again. because honestly, i don't know how to respond.

"i've been trying to act normal all night," he says. "but you're making that very hard for me."

i blink a few times.

my voice comes out quieter. "i get that now."

his eyes flick to my mouth, but this time he doesn't try to hide it.

"aren't you supposed to be out there?" i ask, referring to his party.

"yeah, i am," he replies.

but he doesn't move.

the space between us feels smaller than it was a second ago.

"if i go back out there, i don't want you to leave," he adds.

i blink a few times. "i won't," i quietly tell him.

"good," gunner says.

his hand comes up and brushes some of my hair out of my face.

after that, he lets his hand rest on my jaw.

then he leans in.

it's slow - agonizingly slow.

but when his lips finally reach mine, they gently press against my own, catching me in a kiss.

it's quick. just barely a few seconds long.

but this brief kiss cuts through everything he's been saying all night.

i can taste the cigarettes he smoked mixed with the flavor of mint gum - a woody, slightly bitter taste, combined with a crisp and icy one.

he only pulls back a fraction. just close enough that i feel his breath on my skin.

"i'll be right back," he tells me, like nothing just happened.

then he lets go and steps away, turning down the hallway and disappearing once again.

to be continued..

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i still feel his warmth, his air, surrounding me.

this is so ridiculous.

i don't even know how i would've reacted if the kiss was any longer.

i take a breath before heading back toward the actual party.

the second i walk back into the main room, the bass hits me again, the speakers blasting some of gunner's older songs.

people are still packed shoulder to shoulder across the floor, though gunner finished his performance a little while ago. the colorful lights flash across the faces in the crowd.

and then i see him.

gunner is standing near the stage again, talking to a few people around him. the second i appear from the hallway, his eyes find me almost immediately.

i stare back, the butterflies in my stomach going wild.

his gaze lingers for half a second before he looks back toward whoever's talking to him.

i make my way toward the side of the room again, trying to act normal despite the fact my brain can't get past what happened only moments earlier.

it doesn't work.

every time i catch gunner's eye from across the room, i feel my heart skip a beat.

some people come up to me and attempt to make conversation, but it doesn't last too long as my weak responses show i'm not giving them my full attention.

after a while, i'm standing near one of the side walls checking something on my phone when i feel someone step beside me.

i already know it's him before i even look up.

"having fun?"

his voice is low enough that it barely reaches over the music.

i glance up at him, nodding. "mhm."

he squints his eyes as he looks at me.

"you sure? i don't want you lying to me, girl," he says.

i laugh softly, locking my phone before dropping my hand down to my side. "why would i lie about that?"

gunner shrugs. "don't know. you act too chill sometimes."

"maybe i just am chill," i grin.

"nah," he retaliates, grinning back. "i don't buy it."

i look down at the floor before looking back up at him. "you're very opinionated tonight."

"only about you."

he says it so casually that it takes me a second to process it.

i look at him, but his focus is already away towards the crowd. he takes a sip from his drink, acting too normal despite his choice of words.

"c'mon," he leans in close to me, pushing off the wall. "too many people over here."

i nod, slightly chewing on my lower lip, not sure what to anticipate next.

gunner's hand settles against my lower back, his touch soft, but evidently intentional. he begins to guide me through the crowd. his hand stays there the entire time. and i don't want him to move it.

we stop near one of the side sections, away from most of the people. the lights aren't as bright. it's also a bit quieter here - as "quiet" as it could get for a party.

gunner leans against the wall beside me, taking a sip form his cup before glancing down at me.

"you nervous?" he asks.

i smile. "i feel like you've asked me that so many times tonight."

"well are you?" he asks again.

i scoff softly, my tone playful. "what would i be nervous about?"

his mouth twitches slightly.

"me."

i look at him. "you wish."

he laughs under his breath.

"you get all quiet every time i get close to you. thought you'd be a little bit more comfortable around me, girl," he points out, teasing me with a grin.

i shake my head, smiling as my gaze points towards the ground. "maybe you talk too much," i defend myself, playing along.

he sucks the air against his teeth. "nah, i don't believe that. you usually always got something to say back."

can't say he's wrong.

"you've been looking at me different since the hallway," he continues.

my stomach instantly tightens. i push through it.

"you're imagining things," i try to play off with a scoff.

gunner smiles. "nah. i don't think i am."

i shake my head, looking away for a second. "you really think everything's about you."

"not everything," he starts. "but this is," he borderline mocks me, grinning.

i can't help the smile that forces it's way on my lips.

"you're so unbelievable," i mutter.

"but you're still over here talking to me."

i glance at him. "maybe i'm just being nice."

gunner laughs quietly under his breath.

"nah," he says. "we past nice now. definitely after that kiss."

heat rushes straight to my face.

"oh my gosh," i laugh nervously, immediately looking away. "you're annoying."

he grins at me, teasingly placing his hand over his heart. "you're hurting my feelings, girl."

i shake my head, trying to hold back a smile. i fail.

gunner notices, his grin growing.

"stop looking so happy with yourself,” i say.

"can't help it," he shrugs, his voice laced with fake innocence.

his hand brushes lightly against mine for a quick moment where it hangs beside me.

whether it was accidental or not, i really can't tell.

i glance at him, but he's already looking at me.

"you gonna leave me after this?" i ask.

he looks at me, like he's trying to figure out if i'm serious or not.

"what does that mean?" he asks me.

i shrug, keeping my tone casual. "i don't know, you just seem very busy tonight," i tease. "big famous artist. you keep leaving me after our conversations."

gunner laughs at that. "you making fun of me?"

i smirk lightly. "maybe a little."

he shakes his head, still smiling. "you gonna leave me?"

my eyes narrow at his question, not sure what to make of it.

"i mean.. eventually."

"obviously," he says. "i’m saying after the party."

i think for a second.

"why?" i ask carefully.

gunner turns his gaze at me like the answer's obvious.

"cause i wanna be around you."

i laugh softy, beginning to feel nervous.

i hate the effect he has on me.

i shake my head. "you're so straightforward."

"only am when i'm tired of waiting."

my eyebrow lifts. "waiting for what?"

he smiles a little.

"for you to stop pretending you don't like me."

i immediately laugh, looking away. "oh my god. your ego is insane."

"see?" he points at me. "you do this every time."

"do what?"

"deflect."

i glance back at him, trying to contain my smile. "maybe it's because of all the crazy things you say."

gunner hums. "but you never deny them."

okay. annoying.

i open my mouth to respond, but nothing actually comes out. i close it, trying to decide what the best response would be.

his grin immediately grows.

"exactly."

i roll my eyes, almost laughing. "you're so irritating," i start, smiling. "if you gave me a second i was gonna say that i actually never said i didn't like you."

he's almost caught off guard.

he raises his eyebrows. "yeah?"

i hate how smug he now looks.

"don't start," i warn.

"i'm not, i'm just listening," he says innocently, even though the grin on his face completely ruins his act. "you can continue."

i laugh under my breath, shaking my head. "you're enjoying this way too much."

"can you blame me?"

i look away for a second, but i can still feel him looking at me.

"you know, that might actually be the nicest thing you've said to me tonight."

my mouth drops open slightly. "that is not true!"

"mhm," he nods. "everything else has basically been you calling me annoying."

"because you are annoying."

"but you like me."

i stare at him.

and he stares right back.

my stomach turns.

"you're way too confident."

he grins, subconsciously inching closer to me.

"mm, well you did kiss me earlier," he says, the grin on his face growing by the second.

i feel my face flush again.

"oh my gosh," i lightly push his arm. "and actually you kissed me."

he catches my wrist before i can pull my hand back from his arm.

"same difference," he says, his grin not leaving.

i playfully roll my eyes, simultaneously trying to ignore the fact that he's still holding onto me.

"you didn't seem very against it," gunner says, his tone cocky.

"oh my gosh, stop," i say, knowing my face is beet red. "you act like you know everything."

his thumb brushes against my wrist before he answers.

"i know enough."

i look away, trying to save myself from the embarrassment that i feel right now, but he takes a step closer by the time i look back.

"you get worked up so easily, girl," he tells me, his voice more quiet and soft now.

i nervously laugh in an attempt to play it off. "i do not."

gunner's grin softens, but he still looks way too entertained with himself.

"mhm," he hums, clearly not believing me.

i shake my head, softly trying to pull my wrist from his grasp, but he only holds it a little tighter.

not enough to actually stop me.

i but don't try again.

"you're literally proving my point right now," i tell him.

"how?"

"look at you," i let out a soft laugh. "you say one thing and suddenly think i'm losing my mind over you."

his eyes flick between mine.

"well i'd say that you are."

my jaw drops. "gunner."

he grins at my reaction, holding back a chuckle.

"what?" he asks innocently.

i can't even come up with a response fast enough, which only seems to amuse him more.

"seems like you're proving my point," he continues.

"shut up," i reply, shaking my head.

my eyes drop briefly to where his hand is still around my wrist before lifting back up to him.

and he notices.

his expression changes just slightly. less teasing and more focused.

his thumb rubs a small circle on my wrist.

"you get like this every time," he says softly.

"like what?" i ask, my voice quieter than i intended.

"all loud in the beginning," he teases. "then you start smiling. then you go quiet."

i narrow my eyes. "whatever."

a wide grin takes over gunner's face. he just stares at me.

"you're staring," i say.

he tilts his head a bit. "you're not helping with that."

my breath catches a little.

"me?' i ask, trying to sound casual. "i'm just standing here."

"yeah," he says, stepping just a tiny bit closer. "and looking like that."

his eyes flick down for a half a second before meeting mine again.

i blink a few times.

he doesn't look away.

"like what?" i ask again, quieter this time.

i see his eyes examine my face once again.

"like that," he says simply.

i swallow. "that's not an answer."

a small smile tugs at his mouth, seemingly amused by my reactions.

"you know what i mean," he says.

i shake my head. "why don't you tell me?"

there's a small pause.

"you're standing there looking pretty and acting like you don't notice the effect you have."

and of course he says it likes it's nothing. like my brain didn't almost short circuit just hearing those words from him.

my heart begins to pound in my chest.

"gunner," i say, but it comes out much weaker than i meant it to.

his thumb brushes my wrist again, slower this time.

"what?" he asks softly.

theres silence between us.

i want to say something, but i don't know what. so i just continue staring back at him.

his voice drops a little lower.

"you gonna keep looking at me like that," he murmurs, "or are you gonna let me kiss you again?"

he's not smiling as he says this. he's being serious instead of teasing me like before.

i suck in a short breath. his eyes dart to my lips at that. his gaze lies there for a few seconds longer than necessary. i find myself also looking down at his lips.

gunner gently squeezes my wrist before sliding his hand up my arm, resting it on my forearm.

this action spreads warmth throughout my entire body.

he moves even closer to me.

his other hand finds its way onto my jaw. his thumb moves back and forth on my jawline.

"you're so pretty," he quietly murmurs, seemingly admiring my face.

i blink a few more times, letting him caress me like this.

i feel him start to lean in - just the smallest bit.

"tell me to stop," he says.

and i don't. i stay silent, waiting for what's to come.

at my silence, the corner of his mouth faintly curls up.

he continues to lean in, his eyes dashing from my eyes to my lips. i unintentionally do the same to him.

his lips hover over mine, his warm breath hitting my face.

he pauses there for a moment.

then he makes up for his wasted time, crashing his lips against mine.

it's gentle enough, but also has a sense of urgency in it, like he doesn't even know why he hesitated.

i kiss him back, moving my lips against his.

his body leans more into mine, our torsos nearly connected.

his hand slides from my forearm to my waist, pulling me in a little.

i let out the softest breath against his lips at the feeling.

his thumb presses lightly against my waist while his other hand stays warm on my jaw, keeping my face titled towards him. my fingers instinctively curl into the front of his shirt before i realize i'm doing it.

i hear a quiet sound of amusement leaving his lips, like he's pleased with himself and the current situation he's in.

i kiss him for a few seconds more before pulling back just barely.

i'm somewhat out of breath.

"gunner, i'm enjoying this and all, but i don't want anyone around us to notice or-"

i'm cut off by another kiss.

but this one is slower.

the tension between us feels ridiculous now. all the back and forth teasing finally snapped.

it doesn't even register in my brain that i'm smiling into the kiss until gunner pulls back.

he looks at me for a second, his breath heavy.

"we'll be fine, girl," he reassures me. "it's dark back here."

i nod, chewing my bottom lip.

he watches me for another second after i nod, like he's taking sure i actually mean it.

"come on," he says.

his hand doesn't leave my body but it snakes back down to my wrist as we start to walk.

he brings us away from the dark corner we were previously in and through the crowd of people.

a few people glance at us as we walk by, but nobody says anything. in my mind i can't help but wonder if they somehow know about the kiss we just shared.

gunner occasionally looks back at me to make sure i'm still behind him, his thumb brushing against my knuckles every time he does.

it's a small gesture that goes a long way.

eventually we reach the group of people he'd kept getting pulled away by earlier.

"finally," one of them says when he sees gunner. "you disappeared for like twenty minutes."

"my bad," gunner says simply, laughing.

then, gunner's friend notices me standing beside him.

what none of them notice is our hands that are still loosely connected.

"wait, y/n right?" he asks.

his face seems familiar but i can't put my finger on it.

"i'm xavier, weren't you in gunner's video a while back?" he asks.

"xavier! i knew you looked familiar," i start, a small smile on my lips. "i think you worked with a few of my friends. and yeah, i was in one of his videos."

xavier nods, humming. "nice, nice. you staying for the rest of the night?" he asks me.

i feel gunner's stare on me.

"uhh," i peek at gunner, knowing he wanted to go somewhere with me after. "i don't think so, but i'm not leaving right this second."

gunner and his friends talk for a little while longer, his friends sometimes inviting me into the conversation. i mostly just stand there and speak when spoken to, xavier being the main one out of all of gunner's friends to talk to me. i don't mind it though, i'm just excited and nervous for what gunner wants to do once we leave.

"alright, i think imma bounce," gunner tells his friends.

one of his friends looks over. "you're seriously leaving early at your own album release party?"

"been here long enough. it's getting pretty late," gunner replies.

one guy laughs. "like you care about what time you're out at."

xavier shakes his head, grinning. "dude was prolly gonna disappear for another thirty minutes away."

gunner ignores that comment.

"yeah, well enjoy yourselves," gunner tells his friends, indicating his exit.

they say their forms of goodbye's, also saying goodbye to me too.

gunner quickly daps up xavier before looking back at me.

"c'mon," he says quietly.

we weave through groups of people as we make our way towards the exit.

his hand finally slips away from mine once we gt closer to the from entrance, most because too many people keep brushing past us.

but weirdly, i already miss it.

gunner pushes open the door leading outside and cool air instantly hits my face.

"damn, i never realized how hot it was in there," i say, exhaling.

gunner smirks. "i know."

there's still people gathered outside. some fans notice him immediately and call out his name, their phones aimed on him.

his pace slows down as he walks over to the fence that separates the entrance to the venue from the main street.

i stand further back, watching him interact with his fans from a distance.

he smiles as his fans, signing a few things and posing for some pictures.

he looks back, checking to make sure i'm still there.

i notice a large black SUV, that, once gunner stepped out the building, had what i'm assuming is a driver step out the car and stand in front of the car door.

gunner then looks back at me again, with a look that signals for me to follow him.

we walk over to the car, the man standing at the door of it opening it for us. gunner let's me go in first.

i sit down, settling myself.

"you still haven't told me where we're going," i point out.

gunner climbs in the car, the driver shutting the door after him.

"you always need to know everything first?"

"yes?" i answer immediately.

he laughs under his breath.

"relax," he says. "we're gonna have fun."

his grin grows.

then his voice lowers just enough that it feels like it's only for me.

"just wanted more time with you."

i try to hide my reddened cheeks by looking away for a second, but it's pointless.

gunner seems to notice everything.

he dips his head slightly, trying to catch my eyes again.

"don't be nervous around me, girl."

i shake my head, smiling.

"i'm trying," i tell him.

the driver begins to drive off, leaving me to wonder where gunner is taking me.

to be continued..

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