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Started June 22, 2019 by @Elder-God-Jacks347

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He chuckled softly. "I'll be back to check on you later, alright? I promise." He flashed his dazzling smile before heading out. Alyssa was already waiting for him by the curb and she did not look happy.

“Please do come back! Please!” Charlie yelled after him. He settled back down on his bed, and al the worry he had been holding back flooded through his veins. They found me. How? How did they find me… and why didn’t they kill me?

"What the hell were you thinking?" "Alyssa, it'll look good for the media, alright?" "How??" "It'll show that I care, that'll be enough." She sighed. "Just get in the car, we need to get you back to the venue."

Charlie heard the sound of Cameron’s souped-up-cool-boy car zooming away from the hospital. He rolled away from facing the window, and closed his eyes, figuring he might as well get some rest.

Luckily, last night's concert was his last one for the week which gave him time to just relax a little although he did have a lot of work to do.

The Next Friday:
Charlie still hadn’t been released from the hospital yet, but luckily, a nurse on the afternoon shift took pity on him when he said he had a date, and conveniently left the room at 3:30 in time for him to sneak out. Of course, he remembered that they hadn’t set a place when he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk in a hospital gown. He walked home as quickly as possible with his wound, and huddled up in a mound of blankets, considering his next move.

Cameron was stuck in a meeting, his leg bouncing in anticipation and his eyes flicking to the clock every couple of minutes. At 3:45, he made his excuse and dipped, heading out of the building and smiled. That was, until he remembered that they'd never actually set a place. So where would he go?

“Screw it. I’m going for a walk,” Charlie said aloud to his empty apartment. He gently tugged on a bright yellow sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants, slipped his feet into some flip flops, and left his apartment. Each step he took caused a shiver of pain in his side, but it felt good to be doing something other than lying in bed. He decided he’d walk towards the stadium where the concert was; maybe he’d find Cameron there.

There was a coffee shop by the venue he was at yesterday, maybe he could sit and wait for Charlie there. And that's where he headed, dressed in his casual best, pushing his sunglasses up so he hopefully wouldn't get mobbed.

Charlie shuffled towards the stadium when a man sitting in a nearby coffee shop caught his eye. He was wearing thick, dark sunglasses, and- wait a minute! It was Cameron! Charlie started running towards him, his wound causing a pronounced limp. “Hey, Cammy!” he called, waving at him.

He glanced up from where he was reading on his phone and saw Charlie limping towards him. He smiled and waved, hoping no one else would notice him in the process.

Charlie slipped into the seat next to Cameron, grinning. “Hi! Fancy meeting you here, hun!” A waiter walked over to their table, and Charlie ordered a hot chocolate with whipped cream. “So,” he said, resting his chin in his hands, “how did you find me?”

He slipped his sunglasses off, placing them on the table. "Better question, how did you find me? I'm not doing anything to make myself stand out so how'd you notice little ol' me?"

“I thought I’d head back to the stadium, see if you were near there, and I saw you!” Charlie said. “Plus, you stand out in a crowd! I’m honestly surprised that nobody’s seen you yet.” Just as he said that, he heard the snap and click of a camera behind him.

He rolled his eyes at the camera click but chose to ignore it. "I blame my drunken decisions for why I stand out so much." The gold streak in his hair that matched his eyes definitely stood out.

“That’s the story behind the famous ‘Shooting Starr’ hair streak? Getting wasted? Damn, the fan theories are so much cooler,” he replied good-naturedly. “Should… I worry about the photographers?” Charlie asked, caution creeping into his tone. “While I do love to have all eyes focused on me, I’m not sure that now is the best time.”

He waved off his concerns. "Nah, it'll be fine. Relax, you've got me here to take care of it." He winked at him with a slight smile. "And yeah, the fan theories are so much cooler which is why I haven't told the general public the actual story behind it. I don't have the heart to crush them with the highly underwhelming truth."

“Ah, I know a thing or two about underwhelming truth,” He suddenly lowered his voice. “Speaking of, did I, by chance, say something I shouldn’t have last night? Maybe… about my identity? ‘Cause, you see, that’s some pretty delicate info right there.”

"Yeah, ya did." He muttered quietly. He wasn't one to lie but he also didn't tell secrets. His sister would've murdered him long before now if he did.

“Well, that’s not ideal,” he sighed. “After all, my family arranged for the shooting at your concert. At least, that’s my current theory. Sorry about that, by the way!” The hot chocolate was placed in front of him, and he downed half of it in one gulp.

"Trust me, I've had worse happen. If anything, that was one of the tamer things that's gone down in the middle of a show. Fans are insane." He chuckled softly.

“Do tell! What tidbits have you seen on those tours of yours?” he asked, intrigued.