"Matt, babe." I sighed delicately, flashing him a white smile. "How have you been?"
He grinned. "Not bad. And you?"
"Busy. Making a movie, all the good stuff." I laughed.
"Yeah, I heard about that! Congratulations, by the way." He said sincerely.
I took a drink of coffee. "Thanks! Yeah, shoots, Mike. That's basically my life. Modeling and Mike."
"Mike?" Matt raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah. We got back together a couple of months ago." I beamed, hoping that a; Matt couldn't tell how fake my smile was, and b; that me and Mike would make it another two months together.
** Four hours earlier **
"Mike, babe?" I called from the tour bus bathroom. "Have you seen my white sweater?"
Pause. "Why don't you ask Matt?"
"What are you on about?" I asked, walking over to where he was sitting.
"You're meeting him?" Mike asked monotonously.
"You went through my phone?" I asked angrily.
"He texted you. I thought it was Vic. Why, you have something to hide?" He raised his eyebrows.
"As if! I said maybe and it's not like I wasn't going to tell you." I crossed my arms.
"I don't hang out with my exes." He pouted.
"Really, Mike? Does the name Charlotte ring any bells?" I glared at him.
"That's old news, Charley. Do you really have to bring it up all the time?" He threw his hands up. "Charlotte sure didn't."
"So now you're comparing me to her?" I asked.
"No- Oh my god, I didn't mean it-" He stuttered.
"I'll see you later." I rolled my eyes, slamming the door on my way out.
***
"It's been really nice to see you." Matt smiled at me.
"Yeah, totally. Been ages." I nodded.
"So. . . you and Mike are a thing now." He said slowly.
"If you wanted to ask me out, the answer's no." I said gently.
"Figured. Wish you the best, Charley." He said, pulling me in for a hug.
"Bye, Matt." I waved, tucking my hair behind my ear as I walked out into the wind. The last thing I wanted was to get back and see Mike, but I grabbed a cab anyways.
"Charley!" Mike's mom, Viv, called.
"Hi, Viv. What's up?" I asked.
"Did you know that you and Mike met a year and a half ago?" She asked.
"I never really thought about it, I guess. You keep track of that?"
"I want you to marry him, Charley. Of course I do."
"Oh, Viv. We kind of got in a fight today." I sighed, telling her about it.
"I ought to fly over there and beat some sense into that boy! What an idiot! I swear I raised him better than that."
"I'm about to go see him. I'll talk to you soon, okay?" I hung up, walking into the arena and going backstage.
"Look who it is. Come crawling back to us?" Alan asked.
"Where's Mike?" I rolled my eyes.
"He should be coming back any minute now." He replied.
Sure enough, Mike and the guys came running back stage a few minutes later. "Well? How was your date?" Mike asked me.
I laughed. "Can't even compare him to you. You couldn't say that about me and Charslut, can you?"
"I think you're more beautiful than her, and you're more flexible than her, and I like the faces you make when we have sex better than hers, and I like that you're louder than her, and you make me happier than her, and I don't love her." He said.
I grinned. "Keep going."
"You give better blowjobs than her, you cook better than her, you're funnier than her, you are more successful than her, you make me laugh more than her, I wouldn't move in with her, she's not making her own movie-"
"Okay, Mikey, that's good. Now say you're sorry." I instructed.
"I'm sorry, Charley. Really!" He said.
"Do you love me?" I asked, putting my hands on his chest.
"Of course I love you." Mike said.
"I know you do." I said, oblivious to anything but him

Notes

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