There's always two sides to a story and I never was good at telling stories. Well, in interviews I wasn't good because talking always seemed to get me into trouble. I guess it was hard for me to resist a good sarcastic quip when I found one and when I said it, well, no one really thinks they're funny except for me.

I don't understand why more people don't find them funny. The interviewer was fuming at me after the interview warpped up and I was looking at the floor because I was too scared to look her in the eye. It was all in good fun... until someone took it too far and I definitely had taken it too far when I mentioned her buck teeth. That ws mean of me and while Alex might of laughed it wasn't very nice. And Alex laughing didn't say much on how funny the joke was - Alex found fart jokes hilarious. Lines like insulting the inteviewer probably shouldn't be crossed. "I'm sorry," I said again, honestly meaning it.

I hadn't meant to make her so upset, just a little bit uncomfortable with the jokes she kept making about the size of my nose. Sure, it's a little broad and big but that wasn't any reason to turn my facial structure into a joke. It wasn't very nice of her. Maybe I shouldn't have fought fire with fire... Cassadee always did recommend taking the higher road when it came to these kind of interviewers. They weren't polite and they always went below the belt but treating them nicely went a far way for her. I guess that was why I never really got anywhere – I couldn't stand the idea of being nice to people who were rude to me. Alex nudged me and I looked over at him, noticing that familiar look of mischeave in his eyes. Suppose it wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking, especially with the next words out of his mouth. “Let's get out of here.”

Now, I wasn't the best girl in the world and I would never claim to be a good girl. But I wasn't exactly a bad girl either. When a guy normally asks me to simply ditch an interview – especially after something that would cause my publicist to have a heart attack like this - I woud say no. However, as many teenage girls could tell you, this was no normal guy and I have to admit... those stupid deep chocolate brown eyes got to me. The sparkle in his eye got to me. “Okay,” I ended up whispering, which was stupid and idiotic and I flushed at how girly I had ended up acting.

There's nothing wrong with acting like a girl... it just wasn't my thing. And being a girl was... oddly comforting. And the way his calloused hand took mine, the soft smile that said he knew what he was doing, and the way I felt disguistingly like a fangirl... it all oddly fell perfectly together. I knew I'd follow this boy to my end and boy, was he a riot. Somehow, we ended up at some kitschy Parisian cafe that I couldn't read the name of because the font was so odd and there were couples there drinking coffee out of what looked like bowls. Oddly, the whole Parisian cafe felt warm and inviting – and it was like looking at what hipsters do. “I heard this place has the best coffee,” Alex said, doing that frustating guard thing.

I never had liked when people put their guard up. I knew why it was sometimes needed and sometimes the best people were worth getting to see past their guard but... it aggrevated me. It aggrevated me because I liked to know every single thing about the person I'm with – I was my most comfortable when I knew the person. Four years is enough time to change everything about a person. “Who'd you hear that from,” I asked, wondering which girl it was. The last time we had met... he was a player and I knew better than trust him – but I wanted to trust him.

He paused for a bit, and for a few seconds, I wondered what happened to Lisa. Or maybe even Demi. Hey, there was also Jac and a laundry list of groupies no one knew the full list of. He was trouble written all over him, even though I did know that he'd changed. It wasn't exactly fair to hold him to the same standard as when he was twenty and being a kid. However... I had every right to have my reservations. Didn't I? I knew he had messed around a lot and I had no idea what he wanted from me when it came to this. I wasn't a one night stand girl.... not anymore, anyway. “I don't remember,” he said evasively, the same way that drove me nuts two years ago.

Maybe he hadn't changed and only got better at pretending. Maybe I was fooling myself. Either way, I was trying my hardest not to glare at him... I wasn't angry. No, I was confused. Why did he take me here and not bother to explain his intents? “Why are we here,” I asked as we got our coffee, looking up at him. I had forgotten how tall he was... a sound six foot something and here I was at a tiny five foot three. “I mean, it's nice of you to buy me coffee and I'm not gonna dispute that... but why?”

He shrugged. “I guess... an I'm sorry for that thing two years ago. So... yeah. Sorry,” he said softly, and I looked down at the coffee. An apology in the form of a cup of coffee and that made the coffee weighted. If I took the coffee, I was accepting his apology. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to. Sure, it was two years ago, but really. A cup of coffee to say sorry for ditching me. “You don't have to take it.”

Those words were supposed to be comforting, but for some reason, I glared up at him. “No, I'll take it,” I said, suddenly deciding to turn it into a battle of wits. Ridiculous, Lucky, I told myself. Of course, then again... ridiculous name means I have to be ridiculous. Just a little bit, so I could keep up with myself and my own name. Maybe I wanted a turning point. Maybe I just wanted change. And who better to change me again then the man that managed to do it so long ago?

Notes

Three months y'all went without an update and I'm sorry. I had forgotten the log in and stuffs!