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.
Star-Struck//Romance//One-on-one//Closed-Stalkers welcomed with cookies!
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.
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“Do tell! What tidbits have you seen on those tours of yours?” he asked, intrigued.
"Robberies are pretty common, so are shootings, fights break out like clockwork, there's been near murders, rapists like to prowl around since a lot of the fans are young girls, I've seen it all. And that's just the easy stuff."
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(Sorry! I went on a vacation where I couldn’t have service. THE HORROR!)
“Well, good thing I was shot before I could experience any of that! Quick question, by the way! Because this - I’m gonna call it a date - was arranged while I was high as balls on morphine, can… it be counted as a date?” The question was asked quite tentatively, and Charlie crossed his fingers under the table.
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Cameron smiled brightly at him, not able to hide the light coating of pink that dusted his cheeks. "Yeah, we can count it as a date."
“Wonderful! That’s wonderful!” Charlie said quickly, stumbling over the words. “So… what do people do on dates? I can’t say that I have much experience with this. Like at all,” he admitted.
"I have no idea. My career started when I was a junior in high school, I didn't get much time to experiment with dating." He shifted in his seat, he liked the idea of this being a date but he hated not knowing what to do from here.
“Oh, I’ve got an idea!” Charlie chirped abruptly. “I’ll take you to my favorite place in the city, and I can give you a tour!” He smiled. “Whadda ya say, Starr?”
He relaxed a little, his smile widening. "Sounds good. And please, like I said earlier, just call me Cameron. It'll draw less attention that way."
“Got it, Cammy! Now please, would you follow me?” Charlie said in a faux posh accent, standing up from his chair.
He rolled his eyes with a smile. "That works." He stood, pushing in his chair. "Let's go, before someone sees us."
“I think they already have!” Charlie remarked, pointing at the growing crowd of paparazzi. They surged forward, snapping their cameras and bristling with microphones.
He facepalmed, sighing heavily. "I knew this would happen." He glanced around, looking for his escape. "Come on, I know a way out of here." He grabbed his wrist and tugged him along down a few back alleys and sidestreets before emerging back out onto the main road around the corner from the coffee shop. "Bam. Crisis averted."
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