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“How man times do I have to tell you that it was just a kiss, that it didn't mean anything, that I-” Starling stopped herself, she hadn't said those three words in weeks, and it didn't help then so why should it help now?
“Well, how man times do you have to come crawling back to me trying to explain to me that kissing someone isn't cheating?” Andre asked, not tired of this conversation, but annoyed.
'Why can't she just let it be and move on?' he wondered, running his hand through his thick curly hair. 'Maybe, because you haven't stopped thinking about her, because your feeling the same way, that you just want to skip over this part and get back together?' he shook his head at the thought. 'Fat chance.' he thought, looking around the suite he and Starling had shared at the beginning of their time on the set.
It was a complete mess, all of her and some of his clothes were everywhere, he would clean up his mess later but now it was finally time to get her out of here for good.
“Until, you believe me.” Starling said, picking up her clothes and shoving them in an overnight bag. “I swear Andre, it was just one kiss! I was upset over you ignoring me and Freddie was just there with box of Oreos and a tissue, and we kissed. But it wasn't like I had sex with the guy!” Starling tried defending herself but in her anger she threw her sneaker a little to hard and to far smashing it into a lamp.
“How do I know you didn't?” he softly asked, rolling his big brown eyes at the broken lamp. Starling had no respect for other people's things.
Starling stopped dead in her tracks, her proud shoulders hunched over and tears sprang to her green hazel eyes. 'Did he really think so little of me?' she wondered turning around.
“Then go do a damn CSI search, and find some bloody sheets, asshole!” she yelled, tearing his necklace off and throwing it at him, she missed of course, hearing it bounce off the glass coffee table, as she flew into the bathroom slamming the door so had the pictures on the walls rattled.
“Bitch.” Andre scowled, glaring at the damned necklace he flopped down on the leather couch. “Why did this have to get so out of hand?” he asked himself, staring up at the speckled ceiling. “Life was great, I was doing what I loved, I had my girl coming to visit, I guess it was just to good to be true.” he sighed, snatching the necklace off the table. Andre ran his thumb over the words engraved on the little trinket, they disgusted him.
Standing up, he thrust the necklace in his pocket and plowed towards the bathroom, she had been in there to long. Raising his fist to bang on the door, he paused just long enough to hear gagging noises.
“Starling?” he asked, banging his fist on the door.
The toilet flushed, and he could hear the faucet running smoothly. “Hey Starling, open the door!”
“No!” she shouted, her voice sounded weak, and then there was more gagging.
He started banging on the door as hard as he could. “Starling if you don't open this door right now, so help me God, I'll break it down!” he threatened, twisting the knob he suddenly fell into the bathroom.
Looking around the decadent styled bathroom, Andre couldn't find Starling anywhere, he began to panic, then he saw movement behind the shower curtain. And his heart could stop preparing it's flight out of his chest.
Drawing the curtain back, he was shocked to find her sitting in the far corner of the expensive marble, claw foot tub. Starling was shaking and looked like a ghost she was so pale.
Starling held up two fingers, biting down on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “Just give me two minutes, and then I'll leave, ok?” she whispered, her voice raw from puking her guts up.
Andre nodded his head. “Ok.” he replied, walking out the door and closing it after himself. He sagged up against the door, his muscles in spasms it felt like, they didn't want to hold him up any longer. To much tension in between him and her, not good for the body to be always on your toes.
It had pained him to see her like that, if only for a quick moment, to see her so wasted and dead.
But what could he do?he was still angry at her. For what she did, it was over, nothing could change his mind about that, nothing. Not even if God himself suddenly appeared out of the heavens and told him to forgive Starling of all her faults. He would simply tell God, to go deal with the apocalypse.
“What am I going to do?” he asked himself out loud, not hearing the door unlock and slowly begin to open until it was too late and he was falling backwards into Starling's arms, dragging her down with him to the tiled floor.
“Oomph!” Starling gasped, wondering how she ended up falling on top of Andre, when it was he who had fallen on top of her., she guessed life was just funny like that.
To her dismay, thought, being this close to Andre made everything worse, she resisted the urge to snuggle up against his chest.
“I'm sorry.” she muttered, struggling to sit up, and untangle herself from his legs and arms.
“Wait.” Andre whispered, pushing a strand of her hair back, out of her face, drawing her pretty little face closer to his.
“Oh Andre.” Starling breathed her minty fresh breath, her lips inches away from his.
Andre wrapped, twisted curled his fingers into her silky hair, her kissed her fiercely, hungrily even. Their bodies melding together perfectly in the small bathroom.
Starling ran her hands up and down his chest, his face , memorizing him. She knew that kissing him like this would be bad, would kill her in the morning, but to hell with tomorrow she would live for today, for this little fragment in time.
Andre snaked his fingers underneath her tank top, her hot flesh burning his finger tips. He didn't know why he was kissing her so passionately that if any on would come in they would think something else was happening. He knew it was wrong and would make everything that much worse, but he couldn't have helped himself, even if he had saw this little escapade coming it wouldn't have made any difference.
He was an addict, and Starling was his PCP, his angel dust.
Hours later they were still lying on the bathroom tiled floor, wrapped in each others limbs.
Starling craned her head around to see what time it was on Andre's watch. She read the platinum face, quarter past seven, they had been here since three that afternoon.
Four glorious hours, that would have meant so much to her a couple of weeks ago, really mean nothing now. Because nothing had changed, he still hated her and she still had cheated on him.
For the past hour and a half Andre had been thinking, about their situation. None of it made since, he had made out with his ex-girlfriend, the woman who he damned to hell every waking moment since that day, that horrid day that claimed his happiness.
The sad part was, he loved it, loved every second of Starling being in his arms, on his lips in his nose. Her scent intoxicated him, that warm vanilla scent, sent him over the moon, he silently prayed several times that day that she would NEVER switch to a different fragrance, she wouldn't be Starling if she did.
“Nothings changed has it?” he heard her small still voice ask.
Andre had his nose plastered up against her soft reddish brown hair, drinking in the vanilla fragrance, he took one last deep breath, stealing a quick kiss upon her head as well.
“No, nothings changed.” he promised sadly.
She swallowed thickly, struggling to get up, he wandered why it was taking her so long to sit up, until he realized it was because he had his arms wrapped tightly around her little waist, he released her reluctantly.
Starling sat back on her knees, and quickly put her hair up in a messy bun, then smoothed the teal tank top down over her tanned stomach.
“I'm sorry.” she apologized standing to her feet, she headed for the front door.
Andre sighed again. “Not as sorry as I am.” he heard himself whisper, getting up to walk her to the door. She had already beat him to it, Starling had always been quick on her feet.
“Well,” she spoke softly, tears springing to her eyes.
Andre's gut wrenched at the thought of her crying, she didn't know how bad he wanted to drag her back into the room, but if he did he would be a hypocrite, and that he wasn't.
So like a gentleman he brushed away the falling tears with pad of his thumb, but to his surprise she caught his palm and kissed it.
He had been about two milliseconds away from pulling her back into his arms and begging for forgiveness, but Starling was already out the door, running down the hallway.
Running down the hallway Starling could barely keep herself together, she was falling apart at the seams, how could this hurt so much?
Racing past the elevator, the adrenaline pumping in her veins wouldn't allow her to stop and wait forever for the elevator, she had to keep moving, moving helped in some sick way. Bursting through the stairwell, Starling jogged down three flights of stairs. She might have had an idea as to where she was going, but that was a big might, especially at the horrendous speed her brain was moving at, and if she took the time to stop and think who knows what would happen, nothing good she was sure.
Starling found herself bursting out of the stairwell, she was on the forty-second floor, and her breathing wasn't labored, her muscles didn't ache from the suddenness of her need for speed, but then again she was still moving, moving towards her goal.
The room she was looking for was coming up fast, she reached it in several long strides. Starling swiftly rapped on the door, her heart beating a thousand times a second, would the person she needed be home?
“Coming!” the soft female voice behind the door answered. Starling tapped her foot impatiently on the floor, in time with the rhythm of her heart.
The door swung inwardly, revealing Ashlee Donovan, her face held her famous sweet smile and alluring sapphire eyes.
The smile that was there when she answered the door quickly disappeared. “Starling?” her voice sounded worried.
Starling sniffed loudly, as she pushed passed her dear friend and crashed head first into her couch, sobbing her eyes out.
Ashlee quickly closed the door, ignoring the whining nose of Daisy, Starling's half grown Great Dane puppy. “Quiet, Daisy.” she lightly scolded. Sitting down on the edge of the couch next to Starling's sobbing body.
“What happened?” she asked, already knowing the half the problem was Andre, she knew that Starling had gone to his suite to get her clothes and that was it, nothing but clothes, at least that's what she had said. But apparently something else went down.
Starling pounded her fists into the couch, crying harder with each breath she took. Why was this so hard? It's not like he is the last guy she is ever going to call her own, the last guy she was going to love, but the thing was, he is. He was the only guy she was going to feel this deeply about, no guy could take Andre's place in her heart. The way things were looking now she might as well become a nun.
“If you don't tell me what's wrong, then so help me Starling I'm going to call your mom!” Ashlee threatened, patting her friends back.
A few minutes lapsed and the tears finally dried up, Starling turned her face away from the pillow she drenched, taking a deep shaky breath.
“That damn son of a bitch, told me nothings changed, especially after the afternoon we spent together.” Starling laughed bitterly, but it sounded more like she was choking. “I-I just don't get it.” she hiccuped, burying her face back in the snotty pillow.
Ashlee stroked her head lovingly. “What exactly did you guys do for the past couple hours?” she asked a little worried at what she might hear.
Hearing the tone in Ashlee's voice made Starling's head snap up, her red blurry eyes angry and hurt. “I didn't do anything that I would regret.” she growled, sitting up.
Ashlee shook her head, sitting up on the couch now her legs crossed underneath her. “But you wouldn't regret that Starling, you wouldn't, and don't even try to tell me you would.”
Daisy came and set her big head on Starling's lap, she whined softly. Starling pet the big lap dogs head, her jaw set firmly. “Your right.” she acknowledged.
“Of course I'm right, I'm always right dammit.” Ashlee said vehemently, twisting her body so she could get a better look at the expression on her friends face. “So tell me exactly what happened, and if I find Andre at fault, we will T.P. his room, and if I find you at fault,” she smiled. “Well, we'll just cross that bridge when it comes.”
Starling sniffed loudly, her shoulders shaking. “Ok, so I went to go retrieve the rest of my clothes, and we got into it. I was still trying to explain to him that it was just a kiss, that just kissing wasn't called cheating. But he wouldn't hear it, he had already made his mind up and I 've been weighed, I've been measured, and I've been found wanting. I was dead to him in other words, so I called him an asshole and ran to the bathroom, I was going to be sick and I didn't want him to think me weak. So while I was spewing my guts out, here he comes with his wooden gavel banging on the door, yelling at me to open it up. I of course told him to go to hell, but he kept on banging, so I finally let him in. Oh! Earlier in the argument he had asked or well demanded to know if I had sex with Freddie and I quite simply told him to go fuck off.” she stopped looking at Ashlee's face.
Ashlee didn't like that word to much, and she hoped she hadn't upset her by using it. Ashlee only smiled and told her to continue.
“So he came stumbling into the bathroom, searching for me, I was sitting down in the tub, trying not to puke again. When he saw me, it was like the air had whooshed right out of his lungs, he looked like he'd seen a ghost, and I probably did look bad, but why should he even care? I told him to give me a couple minutes to pull myself together, he said 'ok' and walked out of the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
I didn't take my time freshening up, I just splashed some water on my face and went to open the door, and when I did Andre came tumbling out right on top of me. Somehow when we were falling he twisted so that I would land on top of him, we laid there for a second composing ourselves. I tried to sit up, I couldn't take it being so close to him, he smelled so strong so wonderful that my nose hairs were burning.
And then he said 'wait' and I-” her voice was choked with tears, Staring folded over in half and cried a little. “I-I couldn't h-help myself, I was so hungry, I know that sounds crude but it had been weeks, since our last encounter, and my body just wouldn't listen to my mind.” she paused to wipe away her tears, Ashlee patted her back softly. “We were both hungry in a sense, because neither of us pulled back. It was so hot and heavy that I had several thoughts as to 'what if this went further than just kissing?' what would I do? And I knew that I would let it continue, I would go all the way, in a sense. But nothing happened and I was disappointed, and I knew that neither was he. We lay there for hours in each others arms, stroking each other.
I didn't know what he was thinking, but I know what went around in my mind like a track star, how much this moment in time would hurt the next morning, I knew I would wake up and feel around on the bed hoping for his warm body, but would find nothing but cool sheets.” Starling finished her story, wondering what Ashlee would say.
Ashlee thought for a moment, hugging a couch pillow. “And that's when you came here?” she asked, pursing her lips together, Starling nodded her head. “How mad would you be if I told you, that I hadn't expected your visit with him to be so long and that I had told him to come by to pick up some of his things around-” she looked at her watch. “this time.”
Before Starling could say anything, there was a knock on the door. She hissed, wanting to hit Ashlee for even speaking to Andre.
“I'm sorry.” Ashlee mouthed, going to answer the door. Starling grabbed her arm, the look in her eyes, alarmed Ashlee. “I'm sorry.” she said again, pulling loose of Starling's hand.
Ashlee opened the door open to a tiny crack, “hey Andre.” she smiled, sounding light and airy as always.
He smiled, finally some sanity. Ashlee was one of his closest friends here on set, she wouldn't judge him. “Hey Ash, I came to get some stuff?” he asked, trying to see her through the crack. “What are you hiding?” he laughed. “It's not my birthday.” he saw her smile falter, and her eyes shift to the left, where the couch would be. “She's here isn't she?” he asked bluntly.
Ashlee frowned opening the door. “Ashlee, what are you doing?” he heard Starling screech.
Andre stepped into view, his back rigid and his hands balling into fists. “What's going on Ashlee?” he asked harshly, continuing on without letting her say a word. “Are you trying to trick me into talking to her?!” he spat.
Ashlee shook her head. “No, Andre it isn't like that. I didn't know that you little dispute with Starling would last as long as it did,” she noticed his cheeks turn pink. “I swear this isn't a set up, I swear!” she defended herself.
Shaking his head, Andre unclenched his fists. “Just go get my things, Ash.” he said sadly.
Ashlee was gone from the room in seconds, leaving them alone was not a good idea.
“So what are you doing here so late?” Andre asked, sitting across from Starling on the love-seat. He didn't want to talk to her, but he was taught better, then to ignore someone.
“Telling Ashlee how evil you are.” she bluntly stated, crossing her arms and legs.
He winced, cold as ice, now he knew what that song meant. “Oh?” he asked, knowing that talking would only make it worse, but again just like in the bathroom, he couldn't help himself. “What have you been telling her?”
“Well, I was just getting to the good stuff, like how you forgot our anniversary.” she said coldly.
Andre rolled his eyes, hadn't they gone over that already? Like a long time ago, when it happened, women. “Get off it Starling.”
She narrowed her eyes, they were a bright green. “No, do yo know how much that hurt, to sit there at that table, while everyone watched me being stood up?” she asked.
“It was an accident, it happens to couples all over the world and they move on, so why don't you.” he growled leaning forward in his chair.
“I know, but does the girlfriend call her boyfriend two hours before he's supposed to be there, to call and tell him remember to come?” she was close to that screechy sound her voice made now.
Andre ran a frustrated hand through his curly hair. “Look, as I told you before, just get off it!”
“No!” she shouted banging her fist down on the glass coffee table. “No, I will not get off it, I want to know why, why you didn't show up. Why you let me sit there for three hours, why you even promised me that you were out the door as I was reminding you. Where were you going?” she was close to tears.
“I already told you god dammit!” he shouted standing up, his fists balled tight. “I went out with Donovan, he invited me and a couple other guys to go out with him, it never happens Starling, never. So what was I supposed to do? Tell him 'sorry I can't my girlfriend is waiting on me with dinner.' how could I tell the Director that?”
Starling shot up from her chair, they were mere inches apart. “Yes, you should have told him exactly that. He would have understood he likes me, he would have let you go!”
Andre rolled his eyes. “Well I'm sorry your highness, but things don't always go your own way.” he said softly, tired of yelling. That's all they ever did anymore was yell.
“Your damn right, nothing goes my way. If things were going my way now we'd be-” she gasped, she had almost gone to far. She clamped her hand over her mouth her eyes round with horror.
Andre smiled. “What was that?” he asked, leaning closer so he could hear.
She shook he head. “Nothing, I said nothing.” it sounded like she said behind her hand.
