! KILLSHOT !
( a nicholas alexander chavez fic )

LAGUARDIA AIRPORT
queens, new york
october 15, 2024
wednesday
8am

i stood next to nick outside of the airport, our hands intertwined. the air was cool, but not uncomfortable.

he was leaving today, and no matter how many times we said goodbye, it got harder every time. we had said our goodbyes a million times, but i couldn't help it.

i felt my throat tighten and my eyes starting to burn. "don't go," i whispered, my voice cracking slightly.

nick let out a soft sigh, his eyes drifting over my face. he could see the tears starting to fill my eyes, making them look glassy. "baby, don't do this. not in the middle of the airport at 8 o'clock in the morning." he mumbled.

"i can't help it," i choked out, my voice slightly shaky. "i don't want you to leave."

nick squeezed my hand, his expression soft. he knew how tough it was for me to say goodbye every time.

"i don't want to leave either," he said gently, his free hand coming up to cup my cheek. his thumb brushed away a tear that escaped, his touch gentle. "i hate saying goodbye to you."

i nuzzled my cheek against his hand, savoring the feeling of his touch. "call me when you land?" i asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"of course, baby.." he whispered, his fingertips tracing my cheekbone. he leaned in to kiss my forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "get home safely."

i closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his kiss and the heat of his touch. "you do too," i mumbled, my grip on his hand tightening.

nick nodded, giving my hand one last squeeze before letting go. "come here."

before i could protest, nick wrapped an arm around my waist and spun me around before picking me up. he held onto me tightly as my feet left the ground, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

i let out a surprised gasp at the sudden move, my face burying in the crook of his neck as i held onto his shoulders.

his hands were warm on my waist, his touch firm as he pulled me close.

"we'll see each other soon..." he reassured me, his voice murmured into my hair. "whether i come back here or you come to la."

i let out a sigh, nodding into the crook of his neck. i took a moment to savor the feeling of being in his arms, the warmth of his body against mine.

nick reluctantly set me back down on my feet, his grip on my waist loosening slowly. his eyes looked down at me, taking in my face.

"goodbye lucky." he said softly, his voice slightly rough.

i felt my emotions rising up, my throat closing up as tears started to fill my eyes once again. i wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"i'll miss you, nicky..." i mumbled against his shoulder, my voice cracking.

nick wrapped his arms around me in return, holding me tightly to him. he buried his face in my hair, inhaling the scent of my shampoo.

"i'll miss you too, chey.." he said quietly, his voice sounding muffled against my hair.

we held each other for a moment longer, neither of us wanting to let go. but we knew we had to.

eventually, we untangled ourselves from each other. nick's hands came up to cup my face, his thumbs wiping away any stray tears from my cheeks.

i looked up at him, "i'll see you soon.." i said quietly, my voice slightly shaky.

nick nodded, his expression slightly sad. he leaned in to place a tender kiss on my forehead.

"you will," he reassured me, before walking away. his suitcase trailing behind.

i watched as he walked towards the drop off, my eyes fixed on his retreating figure. my heart felt like it was being squeezed, the pain of saying goodbye again cutting deep.

once he had faded out of sight, i let out a shaky breath, my shoulders slumping. i stood there for a moment longer, trying to compose myself before turning and making my way back to the car.

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LUCKY, MARLEY AND LUCY'S SHARED APARTMENT
new york, new york
8:45am

i stumbled through the front door, the weight of saying goodbye to nick still heavy on my shoulders. i was greeted by the sight of marley and lucy sitting on the couch, both of them looked at me with wide eyes as i walked in.

"lucky, you're back!" lucy exclaimed.

i let out a sigh, kicking off my shoes and making my way towards the couch. i didn't have the energy to do much else.

"yeah, i'm back," i mumbled, collapsing onto the couch in between lucy and marley.

the girls both shifted, allowing me to lay my head on lucy's lap and hang my legs on marley's lap.

"so how was it?" marley asked carefully.

i let out a huff of air, shifting to get comfortable before answering her question. "it was as expected: heartbreaking." i said bluntly, closing my eyes as i felt lucy start to run her fingers through my hair.

"i know you don't like goodbyes." lucy said quietly, her fingers gently massaging my scalp.

"not one damn bit." i mumbled, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.

"there's something we need to talk to you about." marley said tentatively, patting my leg gently.

i opened one eye, peering at her curiously. "yeah?" i asked, raising an eyebrow.

before marley could say anything else, my phone started to ring.

"hold that thought," i mumbled, sitting up from my position on the couch.

i reached over to my purse, pulling out my phone and looking at the caller id. it was cindy. i let out a soft sigh, not expecting her to be calling this early. i pressed the answer button and held the phone up to my ear.

"hello?" i asked, my voice still a bit raspy.

"lucky?" came cindy's voice on the other end, she sounded cheerful as usual. she's definitely a morning person i thought to myself.

"mhm, it's me." i said, my eyes flicking over to lucy and marley. the girls were both watching me with interest, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"listen," cindy started, her voice dropping a bit. "i need to warn you about something." i furrowed my eyebrows at that, sitting up a bit straighter.

"what's up?" i asked, not knowing what to expect.

"reagan is threatening to go on a podcast and talk about you." she said bluntly. "apparently the 'sweet and kind girl image' didn't quite match up the person she thought you were. now, i'm trying to extinguish everything but..."

i felt my heart sink at that, dread creeping up on me. i let out a harsh breath, running a hand through my hair.

"christ," i mumbled. "what exactly is she planning on talking about?"

"i wish i knew," cindy said with a sigh.

i could feel a mixture of anger and anxiety bubbling up inside me. i clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure. lucy and marley both looked at me with concern, their eyes filled with worry.

"is she gonna go through with it?" i asked, my grip on the phone tightening. "did she say anything more specific?"

"she hasn't confirmed it yet," cindy reassured me, her voice sounded strained. "but i'm trying to talk her out of it."

i nodded, even though she couldn't see me. i pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on.

"i appreciate it, cindy.." i mumbled, my body feeling heavy.

"just try and relax for the rest of the day." she said, her tone slightly softer. "i'll keep you updated, okay?"

i agreed, saying my goodbyes before hanging up the phone. i let out another sigh, my shoulders slumping slightly.

"what'd you want to tell me?" i asked marley.

she shook her head, "what she just told you. reagan is all over social media talking about exposing you and nick."

i could feel my hands clenching into fists at the thought of it. i let out a string of curses, anger and anxiety mixing together and churning in my stomach.

"what the hell has reagan got to expose about me?" i snapped, standing up and pacing across the living room. "and nick? nick didn't fire her!"

"i don't know," marley said honestly, watching me pace back and forth.

i continued to pace, feeling like a caged animal ready to punch something. my mind was racing, thoughts spinning in my head at a million miles per hour.

i pulled out my phone and quickly dialed nick, wanting to give him a warning. straight to voicemail, of course...he probably just boarded.

"goddammit!!" i cursed, throwing my phone onto the couch. i stopped pacing, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"hey," lucy said gently, standing up from the couch and approaching me. "take some deep breaths..."

i closed my eyes, inhaling deeply and letting out a shaky breath. lucy gently guided me back to the couch, sitting me down between her and marley. i felt my hands being held by them both, their grip firm and reassuring.

i continued taking deep breaths, trying to calm my racing mind.

"you're alright, we'll figure this out." marley reassured me, patting my leg gently. i squeezed my eyes shut tighter, my nails digging into the palms of my hands.

it took some time, but lucy and marley eventually calmed me down a bit as i continued to take deep breaths. truthfully, i was scared. i was scared that whatever reagan would say would break nick and i up.

letting out a long sigh, i leaned back into the couch, feeling a bit exhausted. "i need to go to the store real quick." i mumbled. "gonna make some breakfast."

"you can't even cook." lucy said with raised eyebrows.

"i know how to make pancakes without burning them," i retorted, standing up once again. "i won't burn the house down."

the girls didn't look so sure, but didn't protest.

"if you burn down the apartment, i'm gonna kick your ass." marley warned.

i let out a small laugh as i put on my black prada sunglasses. "bye ladies."

"want us to come with you?" lucy asked.

i shook my head, "no thanks. i think i'd rather be alone."

grabbing my phone and keys, i walked out of the apartment to make my way to the store.

WHOLE FOODS
manhattan, new york
9:30am

the walk to the store took about 15 minutes, the crisp fall air blowing through my hair. i felt a mix of anger and worry still churning in my stomach.

reaching the store, i stepped inside and made my way over to the pancake mix.

i had my airpods in as i made my way through the store, scrolling through my playlist for something to calm my nerves.

i grabbed the pancake mix from off the shelf, putting it into the basket as i continued on my way.

the store wasn't particularly busy, which i was thankful for. i grabbed the rest of the ingredients i'd need, putting them into the basket and checking them off the list in my mind.

i kept my head down, not wanting to be noticed. i didn't need my bad mood to end up all over the tabloids.

i was just putting some fresh strawberries into the basket when i heard it: someone calling my name.

turning quickly, i saw taylor hutt. she had a phone in her hand, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

"lucky!" she called again, walking over to me.

i took a deep breath, preparing myself to talk to her. "hey, taylor." i said, trying to sound casual.

"what a coincidence seeing you here!" she said, her smile too bright for my liking.

"yeah....small world, huh?" i mumbled, gripping the handle of the basket a bit tighter. "how are you?"

"i'm great," she replied, her eyes scanning over the items in my basket.

i shifted uncomfortably, feeling like i was being scrutinized. i wanted to leave, i didn't want to talk to her. i didn't want to talk to anyone. not with my mind moving the way it was.

taylor seemed to notice the discomfort written on my face. her smile faltered a bit, "look, i don't want you to think of nicholas and i in any way."

i raised an eyebrow at that, slightly surprised. "wait...what?"

"i mean if i was in your shoes. i'd probably have my own doubts about my boyfriend and this random lady." she said.

i was completely taken aback, not expecting her to be so....sincere. most girls just automatically hated me, but taylor seemed to almost relate to me.

"yeah, it's a bit weird," i admitted, my grip on the basket loosening. "but i trust nick."

"you should trust him." taylor said firmly, her tone a bit defensive. "i mean...he clearly loves you."

i was slightly taken aback, but appreciated the unexpected reassurance from her. i nodded, but still couldn't help the hint of insecurity nagging at me.

"trust me, nick and i..." she shook her head. "that never even crossed my mind. but i know how it could look."

"thanks taylor." i said quietly, feeling a weird sense of relief wash over me. i knew i could trust nick, but it was nice to hear it from someone else.

"seriously, don't worry. nick's all yours." she said reassuringly. she then looked at my basket, "cooking breakfast?"

i looked down at the basket, a small smile appearing on my face. "yeah..." i mumbled. "i'm no chef, but i thought some homemade pancakes would clear my mind."

taylor chuckled, "well i'm sure they'll be delicious." she said sincerely. "i won't hold you up anymore, though."

i nodded, feeling a bit guilty for judging her so soon. she was actually nice, surprisingly nice. "it was good seeing you taylor." i said.

"you too, lucky," she said, her tone cheerful again. "good luck with the pancakes."

she gave me a wave before heading off down another aisle. i watched her go, feeling both puzzled and relieved.

LUCKY, MARLEY AND LUCY'S SHARED APARTMENT
new york, new york
10:20am

i was standing in front of the stove, using a spatula to flip my almost flawless pancakes. my phone was connected to the bluetooth speaker, the music was playing in the background, the song 'girls and boys' by blur filled the spacious kitchen.

marley was behind me, chopping fresh fruit while lucy was perched on the counter, singing along with the radio.

the atmosphere in the kitchen was lighthearted and cheerful. the smell of pancakes filled the room as we all worked as a well-oiled machine.

marley hummed along to the song, while lucy continued to sing loudly.

"always should be someone you really love!" she exclaimed, shaking her hips dramatically. i rolled my eyes playfully.

"you look like an idiot, get off the counter," i said, but the smile on my face betrayed my words. i took the last pancake out of the pan and put it on the plate beside me.

"i look hot, shut up." lucy retorted, sticking her tongue out at me. marley giggled, shaking her head.

i grabbed the pitcher of syrup from the fridge. "you look like a drunk at a karaoke party." i quipped, drizzling the syrup over the pancakes.

"well you look like you stepped out of a breakfast commercial." lucy teased.

"thanks," i said sarcastically, rolling my eyes once again.

as 'kiss on my list' by daryl hall & john oates started playing, lucy and marley both started jamming out, dancing in the kitchen. marley then grabbed my hand causing us to all dance together.

a small smile appeared on my face as i watched them. moments like these were priceless. just my girls and me having fun.

CHELSEA FLEA MARKET
new york, new york
11:45am

the day had felt like a slow process after breakfast, but marley and i decided to get ready to go out to the flea market as lucy was busy with other plans. i had changed out of my sweats and into a pair of jeans and a black sweater. i still had on my pair of black sunglasses, my hair pulled in a messy bun.

i was walking alongside marley, the two of us were making our way towards the market.

the streets were crowded, couples and families loitered around us. marley was talking about some guy she was seeing as we continued on our way.

"he's actually such a catch..." she rambled, looking up at the sky as if in a daze.

a small smile appeared on my face at her smitten expression. "well he sounds wonderful," i said.

"he really is," she said dreamily. "he's smart and funny and he's insanely handsome."

"wow," i teased, "are you sure he's real?"

she stuck her tongue at me at that, causing me to chuckle. marley shoved me playfully.

~~

we had soon made our way to the stall that sold clothes. marley was currently looking at a pair of jeans, while i looked through the shirts. i saw one that i thought she'd like, so i held it up.

"hey marley, what about-"

i was cut off from my own words by the sound of a group to girls gasping. i looked up to see them all staring at me.

they all were looking at me with wide eyes and gaping mouths. their phones were clutched in their hands as if they'd been looking at them. the girls looked me up and down and quickly scurried off.

"that was odd." i said.

marley had a confused look on her face as she watched the girls walk off. "um...what was that?" she asked.

"i don't know..." my eyebrows furrowed as i watched them hurry away. i shrugged, shaking my head. "probably just fans...?"

~~

after looking through some more clothes, i found a nice shirt that i thought would look great in my closet. i held it up, turning to show marley.

but then the same thing happened.

this time two guys, around our age, both gaped at me before turning to each other hastily. one whispered something that i couldn't make out.

i rolled my eyes and held out the shirt. "marley, thoughts?" i said wanting to get the guys off my mind.

she nodded. "immediate buy."

i nodded, agreeing. i was just paying for the shirt, when the guys approached me. "ugh, great..." i muttered quietly under my breath.

one of the guys looked at his friend before looking at me, "excuse me..." he said.

i turned to look at them, trying not to look annoyed. "yeah...?" i said, keeping my voice neutral.

his friend spoke up next, "are you lucky clarke?"

i could feel the muscles in my face strain as i tried to keep my annoyance hidden. "yeah, i am." i said, my tone slightly cold.

the boys exchanged a look, excitement in their eyes. "this might sound insane, but...is it true?" one of them said, his eyes going wide. the other guy nodded, seeming curious.

"is what true?" i asked, not knowing where this was going.

"did you and nicholas chavez fire your old manger becase you felt intimidated by her greatness?" the other guy chimed in.

i instantly tensed up at that, feeling my blood start to boil. "excuse me?" i said.

"it's everywhere! reagan marshall went on the 'call her daddy' podcast and...spilled everything about you and nicholas." one of the two said.

i felt as if my heart had dropped into my stomach.

she had already gone on a podcast and spewed lies about me? my eyes darkened as i looked at the boys. "it's all bullshit." i said, not denying the annoyance in my voice.

"so...she's lying?" the other one asked, skeptically.

"absolutely. i fired her because she's an incompetent, greedy, money hungry snake." i said bluntly. "plus, nicholas wasn't even there when i fired her."

the boys looked at each other, slightly stunned by my bluntness.

"oh...so she's just trying to get clout?" the first guy asked after a long pause.

i nodded, "yes. exactly."

the boys seemed to process what i said for a moment, before shaking their heads.

"damn...that's rough," the second guy said.

his friend nodded in agreement, "yeah, like...why can't girls just be happy for other girls?" he said.

i was slightly in shock at the guys' reaction. they actually seemed to understand that reagan was in the wrong here.

"exactly," i said. "you'd think by now, girls supporting girls would be a given thing."

marley had been standing behind me the whole time, looking both confused and slightly amused.

we both watched as the two guys bid us a goodbye and walked off. marley chuckled, "well that was interesting..."

"interesting? more like a nightmare. reagan has already been on the podcast..." i paused, "i have to watch it. like now."

marley's eyes widened as i began marching down the street, "seriously? right now? where are we going?"

i nodded, already searching through spotify for the podcast. "dead serious...and to see cindy."

CINDY'S PARK AVENUE APARTMENT
new york, new york
12:20pm

marley and i made our way to cindy's apartment. it was located in a more luxurious side of new york, a place where the rich and famous tended to live.

we soon arrived outside cindy's penthouse, and i wasted no time ringing the doorbell.

after ringing the doorbell, we waited for a couple of moments before cindy opened the door. she looked shocked to see us, but quickly smiled.

"lucky! marley! what-" she was cut off from her own sentence. "um...what brings you two here?"

"regan went on air, and she tarnished my name...apparently." i complained.

cindy's eyebrows raised in surprise, clearly surprised at my words. "oh...really?" she sounded genuinely shocked at the news.

marley and i both nodded as we walked through the door way and into her penthouse.

"we were just out at chelsea market and these two guys came up to us saying they watched the video," i explained, sitting down on the sofa.

cindy looked even more shocked at that, "goodness...it's already circulating that quickly?"

"i thought you said you'd see to it that she wouldn't speak badly about me." i said.

cindy sat down in a chair across from us, her expression slightly guilty. "i did, i swear..." she said, sounding slightly defeated. "i did absolutely everything in my power and i really thought she wouldn't...and you know how she is."

i couldn't hold back the scoff that left my lips. "oh i do...i know her like the back of my hand."

cindy nodded, "yep...reagan is stubborn as a mule. i have tried telling her that it's morally wrong for her to expose your personal business, but she really wants her fifteen minutes of fame."

marley who was sitting quietly, propped up her phone and the podcast video played for us all to view.

marley played the podcast, and we all listened intently as reagan spoke. reagan's voice seemed overly cheerful as she spoke into the microphone, which was completely different from the reagan i knew. that reagan only ever spoke monotonously.

"so...nicholas and lucky fired me...and i think it's very unfair and kind of sad.." she began saying."i think lucky just feels threatened by me and nicholas is whipped and will do anything for lucky...though i will say that, i think he's cheating on lucky with taylor hutt. the rnb singer."

"taylor hutt? she's really hot right now." the other lady on the podcast spoke up.

"mhm, she's passed sza on monthly listeners. she's great, she really is. but is she the other woman?" reagan said.

"or is lucky the other woman?" the other lady said.

i felt anger bubble within me at their words. they were just making rumors out of thin air. their words were so fake, all sugar and honey.

marley looked equally annoyed. "jesus..." she muttered.

reagan continued on with her lying, "i mean, i think lucky's just insecure, so it'd make sense why he'd cheat on her. i mean, she can't even hold herself together. she's a spoiled, bratty, party girl who can't even turn in a nicely edited youtube video on time."

cindy looked genuinely mad. her jaw was clenched as she listened.

"as i was her manager for years, i can confidently confirm that lucky cheyenne clarke is rude to fans, her own family and was certainly rude to me. now, i won't say much about nicholas as i don't know him well...but it's a famous saying that "you are who you surround yourself with"." reagan said.

i felt that anger within me start to explode inside me. hearing her spew lies and deceit about me and nicholas was infuriating. i had mind to call her right now and give her a piece of my mind.

cindy was clenching her fists together, "she's lying through her teeth...god why can't she just shut up?!"

i was just about to get up and leave but it wasn't over yet...reagan was just getting started. "and...to spill the juicy details...lucky and nicholas's relationship seems fake to me. to clear out the rumors, it isn't a pr relationship but it seems way too good to be true. they act way too affectionate in public. who are they trying to prove their relationship to?"

marley and i both rolled our eyes at that. marley was the first to speak up, "are you serious? that's the dumbest reasoning...how does acting affectionate in public equal a fake relationship?!"

"exactly," i said, my hands starting to shake with anger. "seriously...acting overly pda doesn't equate to a pr relationship?!"

cindy was also looking annoyed. "i swear, if i saw that girl right now...i'd have a thing or two to say to her." she said as we continued to listen to the podcast.

for the next ten minutes, reagan continued going on with lies but now she was going on about nicholas.

"like...i don't know how he can be with lucky...don't you think he deserves a better life partner and not a party girl?"

cindy looked like she was ready to explode. "oh come on..!"

"i'm over it." i said as i got up. "i'm screwed, my career is screwed! this may have ruined nicholas's life too!"

marley and cindy both got up, looking concerned.

"your career is not screwed, his career isn't screwed," cindy reasoned. "sure, some fans may believe her lies, but they'll see that she's wrong."

as much as i wanted to believe what cindy was saying, i knew the internet...once a rumor is spread, it was hard to reverse it. that's how the world works.

"do you seriously think some fans won't believe her?" i asked, a hint of anger still present in my voice. "i fired her! that's all they have to go off." i said as i pulled out my phone for the first time since i'd gotten to her penthouse. ten missed calls from nicholas and thirty texts.

i read through the panicked texts from nicholas, and i could feel my heart racing. "oh no.." i muttered as my eyes read his most recent text.

i dialed in nicholas's number and put the phone to my ear, impatiently waiting for him to answer.

after a couple of rings, his voice filled the receiver. he sounded stressed and angry, "where are you?!"

i was slightly taken aback by his tone, he had never spoken to me like that. it didn't last long though. i quickly responded. "i'm at cindy's penthouse..."

nicholas was silent for a moment before responding again. "you're at cindy's penthouse..?" he repeated, his tone sounding a bit calmer. he was probably surprised by my response of where i was.

i made a quick glance at marley and cindy before i excused myself and went into the bathroom. once i was in the bathroom, i closed the door behind me and spoke into the phone to nicholas again. "i'm in the bathroom now.."

"did you listen to the podcast?" nicholas asked. he sounded angry and stressed which was odd as he was usually calm and collected.

"unfortunately," i said with some irritation in my voice. i was annoyed, my name and our relationship had been dragged through the mud.

"it's a disaster." i heard him mutter from the other line.

"i'm sorry. i feel like i roped you into all of this." i said, my voice more soft than usual.

"don't you dare apologize..." he said, his anger fading slightly. "this isn't your fault. it's not you, it's reagan."

i shook my head, as if he could see me. "i should've never fired her. if i would've kept her around, we wouldn't be in this situation."

i could hear nicholas's exhale from the other line, he was clearly stressed. "there was no winning situation with reagan. you'd probably be in this situation even if you didn't fire her." he said, his voice softer than usual.

i leaned against the bathroom wall, feeling slightly defeated. "damn it..." i muttered as i let out a sigh.

"listen, i don't want you blaming this on yourself. you did what you had to do...." he said, sounding reassuring.

"but look at the damage its caused...my career and your career are going to be ruined..." i felt the emotions from the past few hours come out. i was angry, sad, and defeated.

there was a pause from nicholas on the other line, he was probably thinking about what to say next. he was probably feeling frustrated and worried too. "you need to get through this." his voice was firm, but the softness was still there. "you're a tough girl...you've survived worse."

i didn't know if i was imagining it, but there was a hint of pride in his voice as he said i survived worse. maybe he was reminded of my past but i wasn't going to comment on it.

"how do you do that?" i asked him after a moment of silence.

"do what?" he responded.

"always stay so calm?" i said, my tone slightly lighter than before.

he chuckled faintly, "i'm not gonna lie...i'm freaking out inside..." he was quiet for a moment before going on. "but i'm trying to stay calm for you.."

i laughed softly, "i appreciate it. how's los angeles?"

"it's boring without you here." he said as i could almost sense the hint of a smirk in his words. "are you going home tonight?"

"yeah, but i'm afraid i'll run into paparazzi." i confessed. "is it bad that i'm afraid of them? i've dealt with them since i was kid...but they've never gotten easier to handle."

"it's perfectly normal..." he said, sounding understanding. "don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

i grew silent before speaking. "i wish you were here."

i could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke, "i wish i was there too..." he said, the tone in his voice softer than before.

i felt a sense of longing. i missed him. i missed his reassuring words, i missed his smile, his touch.

i closed my eyes, letting out a sigh. "i wish i could hug you right now."

nicholas was silent for a moment before responding, "me too. but i promise, when i see you again, i'm never letting you leave my arms."

"and when is that?" i said with raised eyebrows.

"i'm not exactly sure." he answered. "i have meetings tomorrow that i have to be in person for, and then i have to talk to my manager before booking another vacation. they're still pissed about my last new york outing."

i leaned against the bathroom wall, nodding even though he couldn't see me. "they're seriously that mad about it?" i asked.

"they're acting like i went mia..." nicholas responded. "i don't want another lecture so i don't think i can book a flight anytime soon. not without their approval at least."

i tried not to let out a sigh but i couldn't help it. "how long do you think it'll take?" i asked, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

"i'm hoping i can get the okay soon." he said, his voice sounding hopeful. "but it could also take a week. and now that i'm signed to creative artists agency it also has to be okay'd by them..."

"oh great, see you next month." i said sarcastically. i knew the caa took their time getting back to their clients on events like this.

i could tell that nicholas was trying to stay hopeful, but he was starting to feel frustrated. "i know. i hate waiting too, but i'll make sure i get the okay. i promise."

i didn't respond for a moment, taking in his words. part of me was frustrated, why couldn't we just be in the same city together? but i knew my annoyance was just because i missed him.

i took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as i spoke into the phone. "it's just...ugh." i muttered, unable to find the words to express my feelings.

i heard nicholas exhale on the other line. "yeah...i know." he said empathetically.

"well, i gotta go...i wanna get home sooner than later." i said to him.

"alright...call me when you get home, okay?" he requested.

"i will." i said, feeling a hint of sadness for not being able to say goodnight to him in person. but i pushed away my feelings and spoke again. "bye nicky."

"bye chey." he said before hanging up.

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luckycheyenne on behalf of my love for autumn, here's a small dump.

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user1 skank

user2 we don't care.

user3 how could you treat your own manager so poorly? definition of daddy's money.

user4 not sure how nicholas deals with you.

user5 love you lucky ❤️ hold your head held high!

user6 me and the homies hate you

nicholasalexanderchavez mwah

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GULP. thoughts?

alsooo i have a sex and the city fic out for any of my satc girlies