Tuesday is the big day :-)
As
I see him finally make his way to the auditorium doors, I grab Brad and head
for the area where he will be entering.
I’m waiting as he steps inside, and out of the firing line of the
reporters. Jenny and Aiden follow him in. The lobby is filled with the chaos of
arriving athletes, PR people, guests, and producers.
But
I ignore them all, because the look on Aiden’s face says it all. Colin’s going
to have to answer the media’s questions. He can’t spend the rest of his career
ignoring them. But that’s a tomorrow problem. Right now, Colin and I need some
privacy.
I
turn to our little group. “If you’ll excuse Colin and I for a minute. We need
to talk.”
I
grab his hand, ignoring his face, and lead him back to the secure area where I’d
watched him walk the red carpet. Once I’m confident that we’re alone, I pull
him to me and wrap my arms around his chest. I look up into his shell-shocked
green eyes. I would do anything to make sure that he never looks like this
again.
“I’m
going to have to do something aren’t I,” he states, rather than asks me.
“Yeah,
baby. I think you are,” I say, as calmly as possible, as I continue to hold him
to me. There is nothing I want more than to make this better for him, but I
know that I can do nothing but love him and support him through it. This is the
first time that his name has been tarnished, and it’s killing him.
He
clings to me, pulling me tighter to him. We stand there, holding on to each
other, until I finally break his grasp on me. “You handled Sasha well,” I say,
looking in his eyes, hoping that I don’t see anything other than relief.
“Yeah,”
he confirms, rubbing his hand through his waves. “I did.” I get the reassurance
that I need. “I guess we should go inside, and hope that the host isn’t some
comedian looking for his five minutes who’s going to drag this on longer than
it has to.”
These
are the words that come out of his mouth, but neither one of us actually moves.
Once we’re inside the theater, the cameras will find us. I’m not naïve enough
to believe that there won’t be multiple shots of us sitting next to each other.
It’s three hours of being perfectly on point. They’re hoping to catch Colin and
me during an intimate touch or a warm embrace. They want to see my reaction
when the winners of the awards that Colin’s up for are announced. This is our
last unguarded moment.
I
reach down, and grab his left hand. I bring his ring, with its secret meaning,
up to my lips, and kiss it. “It’s you and me, baby. That’s it. I’m just a girl
who loves a boy.”
He
smiles the half smile that I live for. “You’re right. I’m just a boy who’s
crazy in love with a girl. Fuck the rest of the world.” He smirks. “We’ll add
all of them to my I Don’t Give A Fuck list.”
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