"What?!" Melanie said through choked laughs, holding her gelato spoon to the tip of her lip. I was grinning down at her, apparently, and I could see her blush although her oversized rounded sunglasses shielded her cheeks. 

"I don't know," I said, rubbing my forefinger on the edge of the gelato cup. "You just look adorable."

That she did. She wore her midnight blue and black hair in messy, small buns pinned at the top of her head and a tight, lace light pink bralette and long, cyan a-line skirt. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Not everything's about me."

I gave her a look, my eyebrows perked up. She giggled again, which never fails to make me want her.

"Lighten up a little," I gave her a nudge with my elbow. "You just finished your Italy tour and we're in Florence! Can we enjoy it while it lasts?"

She nodded hastily, and I grabbed her hand.

***

"I thought it would be bigger," She said with a giggle, staring up at the statue David. "I think all dicks have a reputation to uphold, after I saw that leaked photo of you," she added, not taking her eyes off of the sculpture. I smiled.

"If you like me so much, why don't you just kiss me?" I said, a bit of annoyance in my voice. She finally cocked her head, confused.

"You want me to kiss you now? In front of all these people?"

I nodded.

"Ugh, fine," She said, as if it was a chore, and wrapped her short arms around my neck. She bit onto my lip and pecked me.

...

"I knew I shouldn't have kissed you!" She screamed from the other room in the suite. I dried my body with a towel and left the bathroom and sat down next to her, looking at the English Italia newspaper, with big, bold letters imprinted "Famous Pop Star Caught with Alternative Mistress?"

"I hate you," She said, pacing the carpet. "I hate being in love with you."

"Selena's gonna--" I dropped the newspaper as she flashed me a worried look. I could see the fear and tension in her eyes. "You're in love with me?"

"Only a little bit?" She said in a questioning manner, as an almost robotic knock sounded on the door. "Room service!"

...

"I ask him to make me looked like Gwyneth Paltrow, i get off the surgery table looking life freakin' Shrek," Melanie mouthed along with the line goofily, while we ate our casual 800 dollar meal and watched White Chicks.

"You know," I said, setting my plate of lobster down on the coffee table. "Usually, when one person is awkwardly in love with the other, they don't get to have this much fun together."

"It's crazy," She said, through a mouthful of linguine. "You've been accompanying me throughout my whole tour and haven't even gone on stage with me."

"Are you inviting me to sing with you at one of your shows?" I said, dumbfounded.

She nodded with a grin.

~

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