Realistic or Modern Anchored by Love (Draft Four... lol)

[isax]

Isabel​

I really messed up. I shouldn't have done anything. He probably brought me here just to keep an eye on my drunk ass and I took advantage of him.

"I don't have anything today but if you're looking to get rid of me early, I can head back home after breakfast."

I didn't want to go home but I didn't know how to initiate what I really wanted. The more I looked at him, the more I felt heat rushing to my cheeks. I knew by now I had to be blushing as I thought about what exactly we did last night, how intimate I let us get after a few drinks at the bar.

You're so stupid.

It was then, thinking about what happened, how he probably thinks I'm like every other girl he's ever met that sent me into a panic. I felt the room start spinning, my chest tightening up. Not right now.

As the panic settled into my bones, I quickly looked away from Dawson, not wanting him to see how vulnerable I could be. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, finding it in me to calm myself down as best as I could. When I was able to find my voice, I stayed with my gaze averted from Dawson, playing with the cuffs of his flannel to keep myself busy.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked so softly, unable if he actually heard me. After last night, I needed him to reassure me that my thoughts were wrong. I needed to hear from him if he thought I was like every other give he's met. I wanted to know if he thought I let what happened last night happen because I was interested in his good looks or his money. I was attracted to the man but after what we talked about, my attraction to him only grew and it was an attraction that didn't remain simply physical. I was attracted to the cowboy, who he was, what his past consisted of, what he valued in life, that's what I found attractive.

"Do you think I'm like every other girl that tries to get your attention? Believe me when I tell you I didn't let what happen last night happen because of your good looks or your money. Well, I am physically attracted to you but not like that. What I mean is, if you regret what happened last night I'm sorry for coming on to you. I swear I'm nothing like all the others but I probably seem exactly like them right now. You're just an amazing guy and I know we don't know much about each other, besides what we shared last night, but I would love to get to know more about you, even if I'm about what could happen. I just, I need to hear what you think of me, if I'm what every other person always says I am."

I ranted too much and on top of everything he probably thinks of he, he can add crazy to the list. I wasn't subtle about my jumbled up thoughts at all and I hated myself for being the way I was.

"I don't regret what happened last night." I finally admitted, finally looking back at those hazel eyes, my chest getting tight as I anticipated what he would say.

In fact, I wish we could do it all over again.

 

[Lexus]

Dawson​

Hearing the uncertainty in Isabel’s voice was enough to break a strong man like me. After getting to know the woman she was, I knew she didn’t deserve this. Before now, I was afraid to test boundaries between us, but now, I knew she needed the intimate moment I wanted to give her for reassurance.



“Ask away,” I replied gently.



Hearing her confess in the same sorrowful way she had the night before, just like the night before, I let my emotions encourage my decision faster than I anticipated. In this moment when she felt dirty and lesser than I knew she was, the only thing I wanted to do was protect her. Hurrying towards her, I took Isabel into a tight embrace against my chest.



“Hey now, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I don’t think anything bad about you and I don’t think I ever could, Isabel. I think you’re a stunning woman who deserves more than she gives herself credit for. I might not know all the little things about you yet like what you like for breakfast or that you don’t like coffee, but I do know what you’ve worked for and who you’ve become in the process and I think she’s amazing. I know you don’t need me, which makes you harder to let go of.”



Kissing her head before I pulled away, I looked onto her, admiring her just as I had in heated lust.



“I don’t regret last night either, and you don’t have to go if you don’t want to leave. I don’t have a thing to do today. Do you want to stay? I can show you around if you want or we can do something else, a little more casual this time,” I teased hoping she took the joke lightly.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

Feeling Dawson pull me close against him caused every negative thought, all the panic settled in my bones to vanish instantly. I was blown away with this. No one other than Amelia could ever calm me instantly like that but knowing Dawson could made me feel like we met for a reason. I was afraid for us to be anything more right this moment and he knew that yet he understood it and while I listened to him reassure me that I was nothing like everyone else, I instantly relaxed, closing my eyes when he kissed my forehead.

When the cowboy pulled away from me, I smiled gently at him, trying my best to shake off all the nerves that arose from the moment I woke up. I laughed softly at what he said, my smile truly genuine as I stayed by his closet and nodded.

"I would love to get a look around. Can we go see the horses? Oh gosh, can you teach me to ride? I've never ridden one before." I said in excitement, my face instantly lighting up. When he mentioned doing something a little more casual is when I noticed the how he was looking at me, just like last night. Giggling nervously, I bit my lip, twirling a strand of hair in my finger.

So much for having confidence. That only lasts when you're drunk.

"Or did you have something else in mind?" I asked him, walking closer to him again as I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a gentle kiss, pulling away with a smile as I rested my forehead against his.

I knew I needed to get my phone and let Amelia know I was okay, but I knew she probably saw my location by now, so she knew who I was with. Lol, you have tea to spillllll. Other than letting Amelia know where I was, I needed to see if someone else would pick up the assignment I was given because there was no way I was going to that when all I wanted to do was spend the day with the handsome cowboy in front of me. This would be our day to be away from the world before we both went back to reality.

I was nervous about going back to reality. I was scared because I wasn't sure what I would do when I was back in the comfort of my own apartment. I didn't know if I would actually keep doing whatever this was with Dawson. All I could do for right now was live in the now and enjoy the day with the man that was slowly stealing my heart.

 

[Lexus]

Dawson​

"You've never ridden a horse before? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, South Texan," I teased in the same tone as I had the night we met. It felt right. But the feeling of things becoming casual between us was thrown for a loop when she kissed me.

What does this mean? I can't tell you how I actually want to spend the rest of the day.

"We can't ride today because you don't have the right clothes, maybe next time, but I can show you around if you want. It's kinda massive and would usually cost you $25 for the tour. But first, we should eat, it's getting cold and I slaved away at it for you."

Pulling away from her, I stayed classy and kissed her cheek rather than returning the kiss like I wished I would have the guts to return as intimately as I wanted to return it, but was still too afraid to give her the wrong idea of the kind of man I was, or what kind of man I thought I was before last night. My ideology of myself went to shit as soon as I walked over to her table

"I'll be in the kitchen," I whispered before letting go of her and leaving the room for her to finish getting dressed for the day.

"What are you getting yourself into?" I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hallway to the open kitchen, returning to my coffee as a security blanket. Grabbing two forks out of the drawer, I placed Isabel's neatly with her plate and coffee before I made my own plate with all the fixins'. Usually, I inhaled my whole plate in less than five minutes, but that wasn't a visual I wanted to expose Isabel to, so I paced myself, thinking of all my favorite spots on the ranch I would take her to today.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

The playful attitude Dawson had from last night was refreshing. I loved being able to joke around, it meant I was getting comfortable, but what exactly did that mean for Dawson and I? Getting comfortable meant I would get attached and getting attached meant there was a chance I would get hurt and we all know I've been through more than enough of that.

"Okay. I'll meet you there." I said gently, instantly feeling empty the moment he let go of me.

Sighing to myself, I shook my head, looking at myself in the mirror of his bathroom. Biting my lip, I stared at the flannel, messing with the cuffs again, regretting that I ever put it on.

Honestly, what the hell are you doing, Isabel?

Changing in the bathroom, I put my jeans back on, staring at the shirt that I wore last night. I knew Dawson said that I could keep the flannel but I decided the best thing was for me not to. Unbuttoning the flannel, I had to hold back my tears as I stared at myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me wasn't someone I was proud of at the moment. Hooking up after a few drinks wasn't me. I was never one to be so intimate so quickly, let alone make the first move and push myself onto someone. I never got so attached before getting to know a person. The entire situation made me feel like shit on the inside and I couldn't stop the few tears that trailed down my cheeks as I finished unbuttoning the warm flannel, letting it fall to the floor before I put my sweater on from last night.

Respira.

Knowing I didn't look like I was just crying, I built up the courage to walk out of the bathroom, leaving his flannel on his bed before I walked out to the kitchen. When I did, I smiled weakly, knowing instantly it wasn't the same genuine smile I had been giving him. I was trying to pull myself together but it didn't seem possible anymore. Spotting my phone on the counter, I quickly reached for it, seeing Amelia's text before anyone else. I had to hold back my laugh, not wanting Dawson to think anything of it. I quickly responded to her, not wanting to be rude with Dawson sitting right across from me at the table.

"Hi, anxiety is currently through the roof. I definitely got it last night but right now things are awkward. I agreed to stay for the day but I should've asked him to take me home. More tea will be spilled when I get home. Te amo."

After texting my best friend back, I quickly asked in the photographer group chat if someone would cover my assignment. When Bekah agreed with that sly grin emoji, I knew she knew why I was asking. She knew I ended up going home with Dawson Covington. She would def want all the tea later.

Setting my phone aside for now, I smiled at Dawson again, trying to be as genuine as I could but it just wasn't possible as I continued thinking about how ugly I came off. I literally just kissed the guy and he returned it with a kiss on the cheek.

You're a fool.

Biting into the breakfast Dawson had made, I hummed contently, savoring how well it tasted considering I was fighting a massive hangover. The food would definitely satisfy my more than empty stomach.

"This is really good, Dawson and you said you weren't the bet chef around here. Thanks for making me something. I was starving when I woke up." I explained with a giggle, continuing to eat while praying I broke through the tension I caused when I walked out of his room.

 

[Lexus]

Dawson​

When I heard Isabel’s footsteps, I turned to face her. I wasn’t sure why, but seeing that she changed back into her clothes from the night before and out of the flannel I caught her changing into, gave me a bad feeling. I attempted to shield my unwarranted disappointment with the same practiced grin I’d been giving her the entire morning but assumptions told me that the night we had was over. But why would she lie and say she wanted to stay when I offered to take her back to her car?

Because why would she want to sit in a truck with your for another 45 minutes when she wants to run? I can’t blame her. There’s really no stop I could have pulled to make any of this okay. I’m an idiot. I should have just found her another way home from the bar last night. I should have known what we were going to get into, Oh God, maybe I did. Maybe I wanted it. I still want it. But it’s too late now. She doesn’t want anything to do with you.

Hanging my head in shame, I looked up at her again when she spoke, not sure what to do next if she wasn’t going to come clean and say she didn’t want to stay. For now, I did my best to just continue the conversation.

“I’m not the best, that’s my Mama, but she taught me so I guess I’m not too bad. I’m glad you like it.”

Not wanting to make eye contact longer than I had to, I picked up my phone. I knew I had to be discrete or it would be too obvious I gave her an out, and I didn’t want her to feel guilty.

Knowing Isabel and Brett knew each other made this a little easier than if she didn’t know anyone on the ranch at all. Opening his text thread, I sent him a simple text, but I knew he would pick up on its urgency.

“Come to my house for breakfast, I need help with something.”

Brett was never one to refuse food and I knew once he saw Isabel he would easily be able to gather what happened, and as awkward as it would be, he would step in and help because of how close we were. As guilty as I felt for asking him for such a favor, I hoped it would make the situation easier on Isabel if she was uncomfortable with me taking her halfway home.

Setting the phone back on the counter beside me, I knew I had to tell Isabel Brett was coming over.

“Brett usually comes over in the mornings for breakfast, I hope you don’t mind,” I said getting up from my seat, putting my empty plate in the sink.

“I’m sure he’ll talk your ear off about the story you wrote in his honor. He thinks he’s big now as if he wasn’t already a Covington. “

​

Brett​

By the tone of Dawson’s text, I knew something was wrong. He never asked me for help with anything. Aside from that it was already late morning and being a rancher’s son and a Navy Man Dawson was first to rise and never waited to eat his breakfast.


“I’ll be right there.”

Running from the mare’s barn I sprinted towards Dawson’s massive country home on the other side of the herding fence. It didn’t take me more than three minutes to be on his front porch, but when I opened the door after taking a moment to catch my breath, I didn’t expect to come eye to eye with Isabel.

Oh shit.

Bringing a hand to my mouth to hide my smirk I did my best to act normal. I knew by the way Dawson was cradling his head with his hands and looking at me ashamed, this was more than just a journalist trying to get a follow-up story.


“Hey y’all, good morning, I didn’t know you had company, Dawson or I wouldn’t have come, but it’s nice to see ya, Isabel. Did you come back for another story? I loved the pictures by the way, you did a great job. I can’t say that someone has made me sweating look that good.”



Grabbing a plate from the cabinet, I proceeded to make my plate, playing the part I came here to play, as if I did this every morning, piling my plate high. If I was going to step in and save Dawson’s ass, I was going to reap all the benefits and the homemade biscuits and honey, I could eat a whole dozen on my own.


Stuffing one in my mouth, I thought of all the ways I could “help” Dawson out of this but there wasn’t much I could come up with on the spot if I didn’t have all the details. When he asked what was going on around the ranch this morning I grinned.

You mean besides you bringing a woman home and wanting me to help you get out of it? Not much.

“Well your Dad said he could use your hand, if you could spare it, a couple foals got loose from the pasture and you know he’s getting to old to chase them. But I can tell him you have company if ya like.”

 

[isax]

Isabel​

After complimenting Dawson on his cooking, I didn't really find it in me to say much more. All I could do was smile softly, acknowledging him when he spoke, nodding along with what he said. When he mentioned learning how to cook from his mother, I smiled, reminded of how I learned how to cook thanks to my own mom and grandmother. I missed them an I think a trip home back to South Texas was needed after the night and awkward morning I've had.

At the mention of Brett, I instantly went into a panic. I held it in, not wanting Dawson to know I could be so vulnerable. I knew in an instant Brett was his way out of this and it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that I was so far from my apartment and couldn't find a way there without Dawson being the one driving me. I couldn't even be in the room with him, let alone in the same car. I think I would really lose my sanity if I let him drive me back and I think he knew that. Maybe he was going to ask Brett to take me back.

Perfect. Oh pity me, the journalist who was brought out to Fort Worth and slept with a Covington who no longer wanted me around. How peachy. I should just call an Uber. That would be a massive bill to get me to Dallas but I need to get out of this house. I'm suffocating.

"Oh he does? That's sweet." Was all I managed to find it in me to say when Dawson mentioned Brett coming over.

I pushed my plate aside when I heard the front door open. Looking up, my gaze met with Brett's and his smirk, the one he tried to hide, told me he knew everything he needed to know. Now I was embarrassed and it had to have showed because my cheeks turned bright red and I caught Dawson glance at me before Brett addressed me.

"Hi Brett." I said softly, not having it in me to even think about saying anything else.

I got on my phone, quickly finding a way I could possibly get out of being here. Maybe I could get an Uber so I opened the app, groaning quietly to myself when no one was around to pick me up. I was getting frustrated.

I should've never gone out in the first place. I should've never let him buy me a drink but he's just so different. I wish we could've kept doing what we were last night but now he's just trying to get rid of me. Rich. It's one for me to want to leave but it's another to be given the cold shoulder while Dawson found his easy way out. Coward.

Listening to the boys talk, I swear I saw the color red when I heard Brett give Dawson what he wanted. Hearing the bull rider explain Dawson was needed out on the ranch pissed me off. It wasn't fair that Dawson got to be let off the hook so easily but the more I thought about this situation, the more I came to the understanding that he and I weren't communicating well enough. I wanted to stay, I genuinely did when he mentioned it earlier, but the kiss on the cheek after I kissed him was a low blow. That's what started the panic and anger.

Clearing my throat, I reasserted my presence.

"Actually I was just going to see if Dawson could drive me back but if he's needed around here, do you think you can give me a ride, Brett? I have an assignment I need to get to later."

An assignment you gave up for a man that doesn't even want you around. A man who rejected you. How perfect.

When Brett agreed, I let out a soft sigh of relief, standing up to gather my things, leaving my plate of food that I barley touched on the table. I walked to the living room, grabbing my purse and coat before I walked back, looking at some random post on Twitter to distract myself from the situation at hand.

"I'm ready when you are." I told Brett softly and when he was ready, I let out another sigh as I closed my eyes and thought about everything that happened. Last night was magical but nights like that never last. I would know. Following Brett out to his truck, I turned around before getting in, smiling full of hurt when I turned back around to face Dawson.

"Thanks for everything." I said weakly, tip toeing so I could plant a soft kiss on his cheek, pulling away as quickly as possible when the tears began to fall. I turned around and walked the last few steps to Brett's truck. Resting my hand against the handle, waiting for the bull rider to unlock the doors. All I wanted was for Dawson to wrap me in his arms and ask me to stay, so we could talk this out but that was asking for too much. I knew it would never happen.

When Brett unlocked the truck, I got in, resting my head against the window the minute I was inside, sighing softly as I watched Dawson walk back inside. Looking away, I smiled at the bull rider when he stared the truck, not caring that he saw my crying. I wiped away the tears as fast as I could.

"Thanks for driving me back. I really appreciate it."

 

[Lexus]

The Following Week
Dallas, Texas
Amelia ​

With a week left until Thanksgiving, the news didn't stop, so that meant I didn't either. Although since Isabel's eventful trip to the bar with her colleagues, I had to pull myself away to take care of her. A week had passed, but I was still worried about her. Since she came home, she'd been in one of her slumps and even though, I told her all about all my one night stands, she didn't seem to budge on the idea she was a lesser woman now because of what happened between her and Dawson. Of course, because I gave her the advice to flirt to test the waters, I felt like this was partly my doing. Isabel always took what I said to heart when it meant something and I should have known better than to suggest a playful fling leading to anything more. I regretted it now that I saw the bad place it put her in but I did everything I could think of to make it up to her. I took two days off of work, just to spend with her, spending a day shopping in Dallas and the other road tripping to Denton to raise her spirits. Every day since then I left work and brought her dinner, afraid if I didn't she wouldn't eat it, but now that I gave her the week to mourn whatever it was she was feeling, it was time to pull her up by her heel straps and bring her back to reality. I refused to let a man diminish the woman I knew my best friend was. Today we were going to forget about Dawson Covington and his irresistible charm, but first I needed coffee and Isabel a tea.

Because I went into the newsroom before the sun came up to get my work out of the way, I told Isabel i would pick her up at her apartment when I finished, my usual cafe was my pit stop before I showed up at her door. I hadn't been here in over a week but I missed it. The sweet smells of the pastries that lined the display and the strong coffee brewing over the obnoxious but comforting sounds of the wailing expresso machine.

When I got up to the front of the line, I set my wallet on the counter and greeted Lindsey with a smile.

"Good morning, Lisdney, how are you today? I'll take the usual iced coffee and add an Earl Grey please,"

When my friendly barista, smiled and said it was already taken care of, I looked at her confused. When she elaborated and told me the police officer whose coffee I'd been paying for returned the favor I was kind of shocked, but hearing the kind of person I paid it forward to, I couldn't help but smile in return.

"Well that was nice of him, tell him I said thank you and return the favor from me again, please, and actually," Reaching in my purse for my reporter's notebook and a pen I jotted down a quick note for the officer while Linsdney got my order together.

"Thank you for your kindness, but this one's on me again, thank you for protect and serving! -The Journalist"

When Lindsey handed me the drink holder, I passed her my card and the note.

"Can you pass this on for me?" I asked sweetly before thanking her and dropping my spare ones in the tip jar.

"Have a great day!" I called walking out of the door, passing an officer who was walking in the direction I just came, I smiled, but I didn't have time to catch a glimpse of who I was playing coffee tag with, my best friend needed me.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

A week had passed since the night with Dawson Covington that left me empty on the inside. I appreciated Amelia for everything she was doing for me. Ever since that day, she's been focusing her work and free time around me, ensuring that I would get out of the slump Dawson put me in. I know she felt like some of this was her fault because of her telling me a little hookup wouldn't be bad. That wasn't why I let what happen between the cowboy and I occur. I let it happen because when in the same proximity, I could feel the connection we shared, despite knowing barley anything. I'm sure you know what connection, what feeling and pull I had towards him.

Brett had tried to reassure me during the ride home that whatever happened wasn't just a one night thing for Dawson, but it sure did feel like it. I knew deep down he didn't mean for the next morning to turn out how it did but we couldn't go back now. That was in the past and now that I was in the present, reflecting about what happened, I came to an extreme conclusion.

I was more than attracted to Dawson. I was in love with him.

Coming to this realization drove me crazy. It's what drove me into the slump that I was currently in. Now I knew why it hurt so much when I knew I had to leave. Dawson and I were never going to be anything more than just a hookup and the deep feelings I shared shouldn't even exist. Who do you know gets attached so quickly after one night of sex? It was insane and I refused to actually believe I held something so deep with a man I barley knew. So, Dawson was never going to be forgettable. He was always going to linger in my thoughts, with everything I do. It's like his ghost was haunting me and I knew it always would.

No men ever again.

I was looking forward to getting out of Dallas for a change. I think I needed to get away more than ever so knowing I would be with my second family for Thanksgiving was a good distraction from my thoughts. Today, I was determined to let everything go, forget everything as best as I could so I could live in the now instead of sulking over the past.

When I woke up, I went on my usual morning run, enjoying how cool it was outside as the brisk air hit my face. Working out was like running away from all my problems and I loved it. It was one of the few things in life that gave me time to myself. After my run, I went back home, took a shower than made myself a smoothie. I knew when Amelia said she was going to pick me up she would come with Earl Grey. I definitely needed that right now but when I heard a ding from my phone, I bit my lip as I looked down at it. It was Dawson. This was about the third time he had texted me but I never responded. I couldn't. Not after how we left things. I was determined to move on. Setting my phone aside for now, I sat on my couch, laptop in my lap as I began updating my website. It needed a new layout.

Jayden​

Ever since the revelation from Lindsey about the mystery woman, she was all I could think about, even when my best friend came to me for some drinks to bring him back down to earth. He told me about him and Isabel. I couldn't believe anything he told me and I couldn't find it in me to tell him anything about it. I knew he needed me to, which is why I tried to help as best as I could, getting him to understand there was a chance Isabel actually wanted to stay, that she wanted more than what they could give. He said when she left he took it really hard but I made sure to throw what he did wrong in his face. What man thinks getting his cousin to drive a woman they slept with home the next morning was okay? It wasn't and I was glad Dawson finally came to that conclusion. He now knew what he did wrong but it didn't help him when Isabel wasn't responding to his texts and Josie was back on his ass. I never liked her.

Other than what Dawson got himself into, I often sat and thought about the mystery woman, wishing we could meet face-to-face so that I could thank her for her action of kindness. It was appreciated which is why now I paid for her coffee in advance. We were playing coffee tag. I found it amusing but I was never expecting to get a note with my coffee today. That threw me for a loop.

Making my usual walk into the regular coffee shop, I walked past a woman that caught my eye. Her beautiful hair was what caught my attention first, then her eyes, and that smile she gave me took my breath away.

She's gorgeous.

All I could do was smile back, continuing my walk to the café and when I made it inside, I smiled at Lindsey as I walked up to the counter.

"Morning, Lindsey. I'll take the usual black today."

"Coming right up, Officer."

When I tried paying for it, a smile spread across my face when she told me it was already paid for in advance. When she handed me the note, I became curious, thanking her as I had her pay for the mystery woman's coffee. I walked to the usual waiting table, looking down at the note. Reading it, I couldn't stop the smile that spread so wide across my face.

She's a journalist. Interesting.

Reaching into my shirt pocket, I pulled out my notepad and pen, writing a note back to her. I found this whole ordeal amusing. Maybe one day, we would finally meet in person.

"I should be the one thanking you for all the cup of joes you've paid for, so thank you. Keep being a voice, Journalist. - The Officer."

After jotting down what I wanted to say neatly on the paper, I got up when Lindsey called my name. Walking over, I handed her the note I just wrote, smiling softly.

“Have a great day, Lindsey. Make sure the journalist gets this for me with her next coffee?”

When Lindsey assured me she would pass on the note, I walked out of the cafe, wide smile on my face before I took a sip of my coffee. Getting in my car, I drove down to the station, looking forward to the day that lay ahead.

 

[Lexus]

Amelia​

Arriving at Isabel's apartment I used my key to get in. Still hearing the shower from the kitchen, I set down her tea and turned my attention to the excited Apollo who was begging for my attention, leaping onto my legs. Giggling, I walked over to the couch where he happily joined me, covering my face in kisses before I could get a word out.

"Hola Apollo, relax," I said softly holding him against me so I would calm down. "I know you missed me, I've neglected to come over and give you my love, I'm sorry, boy."

Continuing to pet him, I reached for my phone when I heard it go off and smiled at the text I was waiting for. Isabel's surprise just arrived. After the week she was having, I knew I did all I could do and that wasn't enough, so I pulled my last stop and flew her parents to come see her and spend a few days in Dallas. I agreed to go to lunch, but after that, I had to get back to work. My editor was packing on my responsibilities and Isabel needed her alone time with family.

Sending her mom the location of where I picked for lunch later, I agreed to text her when Isabel was ready to leave.

By then I heard the shower cut off and Isabel rummaging in the closet for something to wear.

"Hi, best friend!" I shouted from the living room with a laugh. "I let myself in. When can you be ready? I made plans for us."

 

[isax]

Isabel​

As I stepped out of the shower, I walked to my closet wrapped in my towel, rummaging through the many clothes to try and find an outfit together. When I heard Amelia, I laughed while shaking my head. We both had a habit of walking straight into each other's apartment. Sighing softly, I continued rummaging through my clothes, spotting a flannel of my own. It instantly made me think of Dawson and just the thought of him made me groan.

Cut it out Isabel.

"Hi, love! I'll be ready in less than thirty! Get in here. What do you have planned?"

I yelled out to Amelia, smiling when I heard her walking over. After settling on an outfit, I set it out on my bed before I began to change.

"You don't have work today?"

I asked her curiously, finishing getting dressed before I walked over to my vanity to do my usual facial routine. I cleaned it with the usual Mario Badescu products, then put on a clay mask, grabbing my phone to see if I missed anything. When I saw no notifications, I set it back aside as my mask continued to set.

 

[Lexus]

Amelia ​

"Yes, I just came from work and I have to go back to work after lunch but i have a surprise for you first. When you're ready we'll go. I think you'll like it, maybe." Smirking I sat on the bed, sipping my iced coffe through my straw. It was November, that meant cold weather, making cold drinks unappealing to the majority., but growing up in Florida for as long as I had, I couldn't bring myself to part from my iced coffee no matter the season. It just tasted better in my opinion.

"Your outfit is cute! I like it. I have an early lunch planned if that's okay with you. I have a lot to get done today, the usual." When Apollo came to join me in the bed I cuddled him back in my lap, covering his head in kisses. I wished the puppy could come with us to Florida next week.

Giving Isabel her thirty minutes to get ready, I jumped up from the bed when time was up. "Come on, princess, we're going to be late." Grabbing my purse and half-empty coffee, I handed her the tea I forgot I left on the counter, hoping it was still warm,

Driving to our usual go to lunch spot, I walked inside, smiling at the people I was looking for as we walked inside. Turning Isabel to face her parents, I waited for her to notice them.

"Surprise," I whispered, hoping this was enough to get her mind off of Dawson and back where she needed it to be. Taking her hand I lead her towards them and let the three say their hellos before I joined in. I hadn't told her parents the real reason they needed to be here, because they didn't need to know. It would cause more trouble than it was worth and only make Isabel feel worse, so I just told them she wanted to make a trip home, but was too stubborn to give herself the time. I wasn't surprised when they agreed to come, it was a relief.

After lunch came my least favorite part, saying goodbye.

"I love y'all but i have to get back to work," Sighing softly, I grabbed my purse and stook up, giving all three of them hugs, I wished I could stay but I knew they all needed this time together, alone. "Have a good day!" I said before waving in farewell, heading back to the newsroom.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

When Amelia and I finally arrived to our lunch destination, I didn't think much of anything would happen. We chose to go to our usual spot, the best place for some amazing food and strawberry sweet tea. I was looking forward to drinking some when we sat down but when we walked inside and Amelia turned me to face my parents, all I could do was gasp before smiling brightly. I had been needing to go home, especially after what happened with Dawson, but I never gave myself the chance to even consider booking the flight. Knowing Amelia flew my parents in because I needed them truly made my day. I didn't know where I would be without her.

Lunch was a success, as I knew it would be but when Amelia stood to leave, I stood up after her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Thank you," Whispering softly, I let go of her so she could grab her purse and head out. When she did, I turned back to my parents and continued talking about pretty much everything with them. I asked them how everyone back at home was doing, how my youngest niece was doing in school, all of it. I wanted to know every single thing because not knowing and pushing away from them for so long was driving me insane.

After lunch, I took them to get some ice cream before we all ended up back at my apartment. When we made it there, I looked at my phone, hoping to see Dawson's name even though I knew he wouldn't text me anymore. I had been ignoring him for an entire week, surely he wasn't going to keep trying anymore. Biting my lip, I set my phone aside, focusing on my guests and nothing more.

Dawson and I would never be anything more.

 

[Lexus]

December
Dallas, Texas
Amelia ​

After Thanksgiving the last few weeks were a blur. All the days ran together as work continued to pile on and I threw myself into it without any breaks, My undeniable desire to make a significant impression on my editor to offer me something more than breaking news was catching up to me. I got so lost in deadline after deadline I lost myself. I became so obsessed with damn near perfection, my sleep and eating schedules deplenished and I unintentionally pulled away from Isabel. But like I should have expected my go-go-go personality got the best of me.

After ignoring what I thought was a common cold for a week, I ended up in the doctor's office being prescribed two different antibiotics for a severe case of strep throat.

Groaning when my doctor left the room, I caught my breath, too afraid to swallow because of the excruciating pain it would cause me. It was as if every time I swallowed, I swallowed the hottest fireball and it made my eyes water and wince. When the doctor told me he was also going to give me an antiseptic spray, I could have cried at the thought of my throat pain being relieved.


This is just great, I'm supposed to take Isabel out for her birthday next week and I feel like death.


Leaving the doctor's office, I picked up my prescription from the closest pharmacy and then headed to the cafe to pass my usual note and pay for the officer's coffee. I knew it sounded strange, but I knew being this sick, I wouldn't be able to make it there for awhile and since we started passing notes back and forth for over a month now, I wanted the mystery man to know I wasn't just disappearing.

Not needing coffee, I ordered a hot chocolate with no whip cream instead, while I waited for it to be made, I scribbled out the usual note on my reporter's notebook.

"Hey Officer, I came down with something so I won't be passing notes for awhile. I paid for your coffees in advance though. Consider it your Christmas gift! (Or whatever you celebrate!) Happy Holidays! -Amelia"

For the first time, I signed my note with my name rather than just 'The Journalist' I figured after passing notes this long, the man I played a friendly game of reciprocated kindness with would want to know my name. It seemed appropriate, and secretly, I started coming here every day because his notes became a routine thing I to look forward to. No matter what kind of day I was having, his little words of encouragement always got me through the day. I didn't know anything about him besides he was a police officer, but I appreciated the few seconds of excitement he gave me every day. While I was sick and cooped up in my apartment alone, I knew I was going to miss his notes.

Paying for his drinks for the week, I handed the note off to Lindsey and hurried home. The cold, as much as i loved it, was too much for me to take.


After getting home and taking my antibiotics I passed out for the night and didn't wake until the following morning when Isabel called me. My throat still being too much of a nuisance to answer I declined the call and sent her a text instead.

"I'm still alive I swear. I just have the worst case of strep ever. Lol. Typical. My throat is killing me otherwise I would have answered. I would ask you to come over but it's still contagious. (Crying emoji)."

 

[isax]

Isabel​

December was my month. It was the best time of the year and I loved whenever it rolled around. December was full of Christmas spirit and let's not forget my birthday. It was always double the presents growing up, still is, but that's not why I loved this month. I loved being able to plan out my friends and family's presents. I loved saving up to buy them throughout the year and finally being able to purchase them when the time came. Wrapping the presents while blasting Christmas music was always my favorite thing to do and lastly, the tradition I started with my nephew was something I always looked forward to. Just because we didn't spend the holiday together anymore didn't mean we couldn't go all over the U.S. and explore all his favorite aviation sites. With all of this there was also work and I was stressing myself out.

Since Amelia was putting work first and pushing me aside, I decided to take the time away for myself and try to relax. That was rare for me though. I never liked when Amelia and I did this. I never liked when we started pushing each other away because we were working so hard to climb up the ladder in our field. Even though I hated it, I understood why it happened. Only journalists understood each other.

With my birthday inching closer and Christmas following it, I missed Amelia. As much as I never wanted to do anything for my birthday, I never once spent it alone and I didn't want to start now. I hadn't heard much from Amelia after Thanksgiving, which was unacceptable. I needed to talk to her, maybe go out for my birthday if she was up for it.

Grabbing my phone from my purse, I walked outside onto my balcony, sitting in the little bench I made for it. I had my heavy Mexican blanket wrapped around me so the brisk cold air didn't phase me. Plus, despite being a south Texan, I always loved the winter weather.

I tried calling Amelia first but when she declined my call, sending me to voicemail, I sighed, putting my phone down. Before I opened the text thread to tell her something, she texted me first. Reading what she said, I shook my head at her, instantly getting upset with her for making herself sick.

I wish we could just hang out. Especially on my birthday.

"Of course you went and made yourself sick. When you're not contagious let me know and I'll come over with Chinese and Chunky Monkey. I miss you."

After texting Amelia back, I walked back inside, playing Christmas music from my speaker while I continued wrapping the presents that I had before getting my laptop to order more now that I got paid.

Jayden​

Spending the past month sending notes back and forth between the journalist and I soon became my favorite part of the day. Even if the thrill and excitement I got from reading what she wrote me lasted for a mere seconds, it was some of the best seconds in a day.

Ever since the passing of notes became an everyday thing, she never once left my thoughts. I couldn't wait until the day she finally told me her name, so that way I could stop referring to her just as her profession. I never wanted to give up my name first because I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Walking into the usual café, I smiled brightly at Lindsey, telling her the usual good morning before ordering the usual. My order was probably never going to change and upon receiving the well anticipated note of the day, my smile grew as I read it. See, the journalist was sick but that's not what made me smile. What made me smile was what she signed the note with.

Amelia. What a beautiful name.

I finally knew her name and it made me sad she wouldn't know mine until she was back to full health. Pulling out the usual note pad, I decided to write something so much more than a simple note. Since she wouldn't be here for an entire week, I decided on writing her a note everyday for her to have when she came back. Starting off the note with the days date, I smiled as I began to write.

"Amelia,

That's such a beautiful name and I'm glad I finally have a name to call you by rather than just 'the journalist'. I hope by the time you get these notes you're back to full health and back to doing what you love and I'm sure you're amazing at. I would love to read a story, get to know more about you. This week definitely won't be the same without you but I'll keep the notes coming.

I've paid for all of next week coffee purchases on your behalf. Consider this your Christmas present. Maybe something else will be thrown in on Friday. Try drinking your coffee like me one day? Lindsey will know.

Get better soon,
Jayden."

After writing the note, I handed it to Lindsey when she gave me my coffee, thanking her before I walked out to my car, getting in and driving to the station. I wasn't sure what the day had in store but I was looking forward to the new beat.

 

[Lexus]

Amelia​

Once I sent the text to Isabel, I curled into my overly-soft blanket and body pillow and tried not to think about my raging headache. I was miserable, but i hated complaining. Feeling my phone vibrate against the mattress I slowly picked it up again, knowing who it was just by the rhythm of the vibration. I knew it was rude of me to push her away and get so lost in my work that I didn't find the time in the day to chat like we usually did, but her not even trying to protest a visit hurt me. It wasn't like her. Just sending a bland okay, I closed my eyes again and had the same thoughts I had whenever it got this bad.

Your independence and stubbornness have come back to bite you in the ass when you don't want to be alone.

I wished someone was here with me, but aside from Isabel, there was no one, so i would just have to sulk in my misery in private, wishing i hadn't been so careless with my body. Despite how drained I felt though, I couldn't bring myself to just lay in my bed all day without even a pet to keep me company so to fill the silence that drove me insane even at my worst, I picked up my laptop, almost ashamed and started working, wishing I had my morning coffee and encouraging note to keep me going. I wished I had enough energy to leave the house to go get it, but that was asking too much today. I wasn't sure why, but something about the excitement of reading my secret pen pal's notes, brought me the comfort I wish I had in this moment.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

Despite Amelia telling me not to go over, I knew I should at least drop by. I wouldn't stay long because she was contagious but I knew she needed some form of comfort. I also knew she needed someone to care for her right now while she felt like shit and I was the only person she had close by. Plus I just missed the woman. Spending so much time away from each other was something I never enjoyed.

Going back to our thread, I sent her another text.

"Okay sicky, I'm heading over with food I know you can eat. Do I need to provide myself with a mouth mask?"

After sending off the text, I grabbed my purse and laptop, telling myself I could work on my website when I knew I wouldn't. I wasn't sure where to get Amelia soup but I was craving Chinese so I settled on getting her a big bowl of egg drop soup. I ordered myself a small cup of it along with orange chicken and after I paid for it all, I drove to Amelia's house, letting myself in.

Opening the door, I took note of how chaotic Amelia's apartment was. It wasn't organized so I took note to pick it up once she napped.

"Hello Sicky, I brought you egg drop soup." I called out, closing the door, walking to the dining table where I set the food down then took off my jacket.

"How bad are you feeling?"

 

[Lexus]

Amelia​

"The worst, they said if it doesn't feel better by tomorrow to go back," I whispered as softly as I could, not wanting to raise my voice any louder because of how strenuous a task talking was. I still had to take my antibiotics for the day but I had to eat first, as unappealing as that was.

"You didn't have to come since you're being overdramatic," I teased. "I'll just get a dog when this is over." That was a joke too. As much as I would love to have a puppy to come home to after a long day at work, I was never home enough to commit to bringing one home, even though cuddles would be lovely feeling this ill.

Throwing myself back into the pillow on the couch, I turned back to my editing, playing back the sound bite from the coffee table, trying my best to ignore the persistent discomfort.

The Next Day
Lindsey​

Over the past month, I enjoyed being the middle man between Amelia and Jayden's notes. Being a barista, not all the people you served were the nicest around. Rather, they were demanding and disrespectful on their morning rushes. When I met Amelia, I admired her for her kindness no matter what she was facing in her reality, she never took it out on me, I appreciated it. She never missed an opportunity to pay it forward either. Once, I watched her buy breakfast for a mother and her two kids when she caught their mother counting change to feed them before they went to school. It made me wonder what she herself went through growing up despite how she presented herself now. She always dressed professionally, in frilly dress shirts and an assortment of colored slacks. I noticed her jewelry was real, but she never wore much of it and it wasn't flashy. She was the type of person I knew a lot of people aspired to be, but she never flaunted what she had.

Jayden was an attractive man and just as sweet as Amelia, so when she paid it forward to him unknowingly one morning, the giggle was inevitable.

Deciding to play along with their little game, I got a kick out of pulling Jayden's leg when he was persistent on finding out who she was. Amelia being who she was, wouldn't feel flattered with a man chasing her, so I kept her a mystery, out of respect for her and to drive Jayden insane. Being a man, when a chase presented itself, he couldn't resist.

But today, after hearing what Amelia was going through, I passed her notes from Jayden off to her best friend who came to pick up a tea Amelia ordered. She told me Amelia was in the hospital for her strep throat worsening into a kidney infection.

"Give her these," I said with a smile, "I was going to wait until she came back, but it sounds like she needs them."

When Jayden came in later the same morning and asked about Amelia, I shook my head and sighed. Usually, I wasn't one to pass on personal information but I knew Jayden wouldn't take it too far.

"Amelia's in the hospital, Jayden, so write her something extra nice today? I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

 

[isax]

Jayden​

When I came into the cafe for my usual cup of Joe, I wasn't expecting for Lindsey to tell me Amelia was sick. The minute I found out, I felt horrible, instantly wishing I could help her get better but I knew I couldn't. We didn't know each other that well and I wasn't going to force myself near her. Smiling weakly at Lindsey, I nodded.

"I'll make sure to do just that then." I told the barista with a gentle smile, walking to the usual spot where I waited for my coffee. As I sat there, I took out my notepad, staring at it. I was at a loss for words and I wasn't sure what to tell Amelia. I had what writers usually get at times. What was it? Writers block! I had writer block.

Get a grip and just write something meaningful.

Taking a deep breath, I began writing out a note I hope would make the journalist smile.

"Amelia,

I miss sending notes back and forth everyday. I heard from Lindsey you're not feeling well. I hope you recover soon. My week has been rough but funny. You wouldn't believe how many underage drinkers I've caught on my patrols this week. I don't understand why though. Did I miss the memo or something? Yesterday, when I pulled one over, he literally tried to run but his pants fell down so he fell flat on his face. It was pretty hilarious to watch honestly. He did the usual cussing but what's new?

I truly miss getting notes from you and I look forward to receiving them once more. I hope you enjoy my spam of notes while you're in the hospital. All your tea or coffee has been paid for in advanced, as always. Get better so you can keep telling the many stories that need to be known!

The Tired Officer,
Jayden."

After writing out the note, I handed it off to Lindsey when my coffee was ready, leaving the cafe and heading straight to the station, my usual routine. All I could think about today was Amelia being in the hospital. I hoped she would get better soon.

Isabel​

Thanking the barista at Amelia's usual cafe stop for the tea, I took the notes from the mystery man she told me about, intrigued with them. Amelia hadn't mentioned the note passing before and now I was curious. I was definitely going to have to interrogate her once I made it back to the hospital room.

Walking in, I smiled brightly and cheerfully at Amelia, disliking how pale she looked due to being sick. I hated that she made herself feel this horrible and I wished there was more that could be done to help her.

"Well good morning. I bring you tea from Lindsey and some notes. I wonder who they're from. I also wonder why my best friend didn't tell me she was passing notes with a mystery man."

Giggling, I walked closer to Amelia, setting down her tea beside her while handing her the notes.

"So spill, why haven't you told me about this person before?" I enjoyed teasing her, even if she was in a sick state. I was thankful I didn't have to go into work today. I wasn't planning on leaving her unless I absolutely had to.

 

[Lexus]

Amelia​

After taking my dose of antibiotics twice for the day with no improvement but rather deterioration, I had no choice but to admit myself to the emergency room when the pain in my throat and mysteriously in my abdomen as well, became unbearable. I hated it. I hate hospitals. I hate how cold and unwelcoming they are, it reminds me of some genre of a prison with constant needles being injected into you and constant supervision. It made me uncomfortable. I would much rather be home in my own bed, suffering on my own, but at least here the pain gets to vanish for a few relieving moments.

After staying overnight the tests revealed not only did my case of strep worsen, it was accompanied by a kidney infection. Just great. Awesome.

I was doing my best to mind over matter, the less I stressed about the diagnosis, the sooner I would recover and get to go back to the comfortable confines of my own home, or at least that's what I told myself to keep myself from panicking. To have a bit of normalcy I sent Isabel off for a tea at my cafe of choice, strangely hoping there would be notes waiting for me. While I waited for Isabel's returned I got lost in looking out the window at the thin sheet of ice coated on it that was still thin enough to glisten perfectly in the sunlight, thinking about all the funny thing i could say to the mystery officer i was passing notes with.

I never told Isabel about it because I didn't think much of it. The notes had just become a causal friendly gesture that just became routine. Even though they made my day, I didn't think it was worth mentioning. I didn't want her to blow it out of proportion, but I knew the second I caved and sent her for those notes it was too late for that.

Hearing her voice, I turned my attention away from the window, deciding I would wait to see what the notes had to say before I replied. I wondered if he was going to give me his name since I gave him mine. I wondered who he was.

Biting my lip at Isabel harassing me about Police Officer, I shook my head. Reaching for my phone, I typed a typically sassy reply.

"It's not like that, I did it at first to be nice and then he started writing back, so now it's part of our routine. I don't even know his name. I've never met him, we just buy each other's coffee and write friendly notes."

 

[isax]

Isabel​

Amelia had to know I loved her with my entire heart because let's be real for a sec, I hated hospitals. We both did. I hated them because they were always a reminder of my grandfather and his deteriorating days, slowly leaving me behind and all alone in this world. Those days were rough, especially when he became immobile, not uttering a word, hardly remembering who I was. That hurt. Watching him suffer and not being able to do anything always hurt and hospitals always made that wound feel fresh. I only ever stepped foot in this hell hole when I knew someone really close needed me to. Right now that was Amelia and I would always grin and bare the emotions hospitals brought me in order to stay with her, keeping her company.

Waiting for her reply to my teasing, I thought about who this mystery man could be. I wasn't sure what he did for a living, or why he was sending Amelia notes. I didn't know if I could trust him but I knew I should if Amelia had been sending him notes right back. Sighing, I looked over at the phone, taking it from my best friend to read what she had to say in defense.

Rolling my eyes while I read it, I laughed softly, shaking my head. Amelia's defense wasn't enough to convince me this note passing was nothing. I knew it had a deeper meaning, if not for her than for the man who wrote her back.

"Mhm, sure. I don't entirely believe this is just part of y'all's routine. I think it's sweet what y'all do, don't get me wrong, but how are you not getting romance vibes? This could be a literal movie!" Chuckling, I sighed softly before handing her her phone back.

"His name is Jayden," I said innocently, shrugging when she looked at me in curiosity, "What? I'm Hispanic. We all know I'm metiche. I read one of the letters."

 

[Lexus]

Amelia​

Eye roll. I wasn't taken aback by Isabel's snooping. She was notorious for it. I knew when she discovered the notes I was passing her curosity would get the best of her, but I didn't mind. My best friend knew every detail of my life, even the darkest parts I never dared myself to speak aloud abput to anyone else. There was no harm in her knowing about the mystery man's name she just spilled causally.

Jayden huh? Interesting name. Seems to fit his writer's voice though.

"You're bad," I signed, shaking my head in fake detest. Sipping my tea carefully, staring at the folded notes, holding back the temptation to open them quickly, I didn't want to seem to eager because from my prespective, it was casual note passing.

Reaching for my phone again, I typed another message to Isabel.

"You watch too many Hallmark movies."

Reaching for the notes slowly, I took my time reading them. When I read the first one after he discovered my name, I understood why Isabel had different vibes about Jayden than I had in the past.

This note came off extremely flirtatious. Oh no.

No one had ever complimented my name saying it was beatuful before and on top of that, he was requesting to get to know me more? Yikes. What did I start here? I was just trying to spread a little kindess and it went too far. Now, I was kicking myself over it. I should have known better than to think this wouldn
t possibly lead the mystery man onto me.

This week won't be the same without you.

Turning to Isabel, I looked to her in hesitation. I didn't know what to do now, I couldn't keep this going, so I didn't.

After being released from the hospital a few days later and heading back to work, I left Jayden one last note and left it at that. I lied and said I was moving and said my goodybyes after wishing him well . After that, the notes stopped. I felt guilty about it at first, but I knew i shouldn't have, I let things go too far and I had to back away from Jayden, before it was too late. The last thing I needed right now was another disasterous relationship.

 

[isax]

March
Isabel​

March was the month of Spring, except in North Texas, Spring didn't exist. In the months of sunshine and flowers blooming, all of North Texas suffered through an extended winter. This meant today was the perfect day to cover an assignment I was actually more than ready for. This weekend was the Fort Worth Alliance Air Show. I hadn't been to a show in years, ever since I moved to Denton for college. It used to be a tradition in my family to go to every show, no matter if the Blue Angels went to NAS-CC or NAS-Kingsville. Saying I was excited to capture this event was an understatement.

Getting up, I made sure to go through the usual morning routine. I went for a run, came back and showered, fed Apollo, then made myself egg whites and spinach before getting ready for the assignment. While I sipped on my Earl Grey, I made sure I took both my cameras, all the SD cards I needed. I made sure my lens were clean and ready to go. I grabbed a jacket, knowing it was cold out today but I knew it wouldn't stop a crowd from forming for the first day of the weekend.

Leaving the house, I was pretty optimistic about this assignment. I wished Amelia could have been here with me. This was definitely an assignment I wanted to share with her. I always wanted her to be part of the events that held a deeper meaning for me. Once in my car, I drove to the naval air station, beating all the traffic and finding a great parking spot. Walking into the event didn't take long either, mostly because of the press pass I was wearing around my neck. It came in handy.

Finding a spot to sit, I released a soft sigh, instantly becoming bored while the first act prepared to take flight on this crisp Saturday morning. I watched as a crowd began forming, anticipating being wowed by the many skilled pilots here, but I knew the crowd wouldn't reach it's full potential until it was closer to two. Two o'clock sharp was when the Blue Angels were scheduled to take flight. They were what drew everyone out of their homes and here to the base. They were the main act. They were why I agreed to take on this assignment.

It's just like old times.

Sitting on the spot I chose on the bleachers, I leaned back against the row behind me, putting my sunglasses on while I watched the crew make the final adjustments needed. The sun was blinding, but the sky was clear, not a single cloud in the sky. That was good. It meant there would be no delay or cancelation of any act. There were several times growing up where this wasn't the case. The airshows in Corpus always took place when there was a high chance for rain so having the sun attempt to give warmth on this 65 degree day was refreshing.

The show went by smoothly. I loved every second of it. I got more than enough photos with every act that performed up until now. Next up was the main event everyone was looking forward. Now was time for the Blue Angels to take flight and I was ready to capture every second of it.

Standing up, I moved away from all the other photographers, needing to find the perfect spot for my pictures. Keeping my other camera wrapped around me, I scoped the area, smiling happily when I found just the spot.

I want to be on the tarmac.

Biting my lip, I walked over to the gate entrance that lead to it, smiling at the security guard that was stationed there. Letting him know the news organization I worked for, I was able to walk onto the tarmac. Like I said, having the press pass and credentials were always a blessing.

As I stood on the tarmac, I took in the entire scene, taking deep breaths as I prepared myself for getting the shots I needed. I knew I would get more than enough for the paper, but I was looking forward to seeing the final product that I would put up on my website.

Finally, the announcer began speaking again, introducing the United States Navy group that was more than skilled at flying demonstrations. They were just as great in combat as well, which is something not many people knew.

Getting my gear in the right settings, I looked through the viewfinder, getting a quick snap at the pilots walking onto the tarmac, making their way to their planes. I didn't really look at them and I should have because when the announcer introduced all pilots according to the plane they flew, I felt as though I was hit with a bat, losing all air when I heard him say the last name.

Dawson Covington was the pilot for plane number six. The same Dawson Covington that pulled me off the fence back at the rodeo when I almost got impaled. The same one who broke my camera. The one who showed up at the bar, took me back to his place. The one I was intimate with. The one that got away. He was here.

What did I do to deserve this?

Setting my camera back down against my chest, I sucked in a deep breath when I found him looking over towards me and the other two photographers that were next to me. I quickly turned around, hiding myself as best as I could while I grabbed my phone from my back pocket, needing to text Amelia before I had a panic attack.

You can't panic, Anes. You need to finish this assignment. Show him he doesn't have this kind of effect on you.

Quickly opening Amelia's thread, I typed out the quickest response.

"SOS, Dawson Covington is a pilot for the freaking BLUE ANGELS. This is bad. This is really bad. How can I finish this assignment? I can't. Can I pull the COI card??? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!!!"

After sending the text, I turned back around, releasing a sigh when all the pilots were now in their cockpits. I listened to them over the speakers, hearing them talk to one another before they took flight. Hearing his voice sent shivers down my back, instantly reminding me of the night I shared so much with him, the night he saw every part of me. It soon became revolting.

Taking a few more breaths, I pushed aside all emotions, not needing them to effect the outcome of this assignment. When I was finally back to being myself, I turned back around, holding my head up high as I caught shot after shot. They were coming out beautifully and my heart was racing with adrenaline for the pilots. The noise of the engines was enough to drown out any thoughts I had lingering in my mind. I was back in my happy place while doing what I loved but this zen didn't last long.

After the show was over for the magnificent pilots, I let all the other press members make their way for interviews while I hid in the shadows. Biting my lip, I knew interviewing Dawson wasn't an option. Instead I went to Lucas Johnson, pilot of plane number five.

The interview went wonderfully, and when it came to an end I thanked him for everything. What I wasn't expecting was for him to take me to Dawson, the one man I was avoiding.

"Thank you so much, Lucas. I promise this story won't disappoint."

"Anytime. You sure have gained respect in a lot of our eyes with your coverage of other events. You should interview our Petty Officer. He would be able to answer your questions better than I just did."

"Okay, who is he?" By now, I was following him.

"Dawson Covington, pilot to plane number six."

Fuck.

"Uh Lucas, I actually think that's all I need. Talking with you was more than enough."

"I insist, Isabel. He's a Petty Officer for a reason."

"No, I me-"

"Covington! Are you busy? I have a photographer who should talk to you. She's amazing at what she does and nothing like the other vultures."

"Lucas, no."

"Meet Isabel Anes."

Coming face-to-face with the man that made me feel so many emotions took my breath away. As we stared at each other, I lost all train of thought, not knowing what to say. Clearing my throat, I finally found my voice.

"Dawson, it's always a pleasure." I lied, smiling as genuinely as I possibly could. "Lucas here is a great pilot. You should definitely keep him around for next year."

 

[Lexus]

Dawson​

Four months had passed since the night I spent with Isabel and after a month of chastising myself over it, I had to let it go. I had to accept the fact that even though for some reason, I wanted Isabel to have a different perspective of me than any other woman, I blew it when I decided to take her home and there was no trying to mend it with a woman as strong-willed as her. Every emotion I wanted to protect her from feeling after a night of drunken vulnerability, I was in turn, responsible for inflicting upon her. I avoided taking accountability for how I made her feel and took an out. Instead of asking her about her feelings, I just let her leave without saying much of anything. I was a fool.

As much as I wasn't proud of how I made Isabel feel, I made it worse by trying to numb my own emotions by bringing Josie back into my life. Josie was the one serious relationship I had, on and off since high school, and after feeling like a horrible person, I stupidly ran back to her to validate my good-man demeanor. Basically, since that night, I was the lowest version of myself, and as much as I prayed about it in the presence of the Lord, in the pew I grew up sitting in every Sunday morning for my whole life until I went into training for the Navy, the feeling still weighed heavy on my conscious.

Josie and I were back together for three months now and my parents, they were elated with the news. Josie was always the woman they saw becoming my wife. They adored her sweet southern charm. It was one of the things that attracted me to her when we first met. Her gentle soft demeanor often complimented my rough-around-the-edges side. We talked about a future together, but we could never agree on the right timing or what our future together would entail. If we ever had a family, Josie wanted me to retire from the Navy and quit flying, because she was concerned about being away from the family too much. I understood she wanted me to have a relationship with my children, but I didn't agree with giving up what I loved just because I didn't need the income to live comfortably. I wasn't ready to give up the one thing that I worked for, completely on my own and that's why things between us in the past never worked out.

Right now, things were comfortable between us, but I knew it wouldn't be long until the same argument would resurface, and after what I had done to come running back to her, I felt obligated to give in this time. I had to accept this year's season was probably my last.

With this in mind, There was a new motivation to give each show my all. I pulled out every impressive spin, flip, and whirl I I knew how to do to get it out my system. The crew of course, teased me for being more of a showoff than ever, but i didn't want to tell the men who grew accustomed to look up to me, this would be my last stint leading them.

After the show in Fort Worth, I lingered on the tarmac to meet the excited spectators, avoiding the press for the obvious reason. Ever since I slept with one, I couldn't face any of them in North Texas without cringing, thinking there was a possibility she knew them.

Turning my attention to the kids, I took pictures with me and signed whatever they handed off to me, the little boy dressed in my uniform put a smile on my face. This is part of why I did what I did. Taking a picture with him was the least I could do.

"I like your uniform there, Bud. Maybe one day you can trade it out for a real one," I said with a convincing wink before I heard Lucas call out to me.

Thanking the boy and his older sister for coming to the show, I gave my crew member my full attention.

"What's up, Five?" When he asked me about the photographer, I shook my head hesitantly, "Not today, you can handle---"

When I heard her voice giving her own interjection to the "meeting" I rubbed my face in embarrassment.

We meet again.

I didn't want to look at her, but I knew unlike before, I couldn't run from her now that she was right in front of me.

Shit.

Nodding at her fake greeting, I held my simmering frustration in the pit of my stomach, making it begin internally begin to burn.

"I'll think about keeping him," I replied with a fake roll of the eyes towards Lucas. "What can I do for you today, Ms. Anes?" I asked casually, pretending i never met this woman before while scenes of our intimate moments played in the back of my mind, making me uncomfortable. But lucky for me, part of the Naval training was learning how to conceal emotions in any situation, so externally, I mangaged to remain calm.

 

[isax]

Isabel​

Hurt. All I felt while standing before the only man who made me feel so many emotions was hurt. I didn't want to be here. In fact, I wished I could run away and never meet face-to-face with him again. The months away from him were rough. I never truly got over him. I couldn't stop asking myself what I could have done to change how things ended for us.

Nothing. There was nothing I could have done to change what happened. I hated how quick I was to open up to him. I hated how staring into those beautiful hazel eyes sparked the same feeling as the night of our intimacy. I hated how standing before him made me happy. I hated that this man, this pilot, still had such a strong grasp over me. That wasn't his fault. It was and always would be mine.

Smiling as best as I could, bitting the inside of my cheeks to prevent myself from crying on the spot, I tried my hardest to act as if I didn't know this man. I just wanted to get this over with so I could leave. This isn't what I was expecting to happen today.

"Well, Lucas said you were the best pilot to talk to today. He mentioned you were their Petty Officer. That's quite a rank to have at such a young age, Dawson." I began, trying to pull something out of my ass as fast as I could. "Do you mind if I ask you just a few questions? I promise it won't take up much of your time."

I could just leave.

Leaving was definitely what I wanted to do. Especially when I spotted such a beautiful woman walking toward Dawson and I. My curiosity as to who she was grew strong, but my stomach dropped because I already knew the answer. I just didn't want my assumption to be confirmed.

She's stunning.

And she absolutely was. She walked with grace, not letting anything or anyone phase her. Her hair was beautiful, along with her colored eyes. She had porcelain skin and a smile that spread so wide at the sight of Dawson. She was in love with him.

I did notice a slight look of disgust on her face. I wasn't entirely sure why it was there but I could only assume it had to do with being on the tarmac, fans and planes surrounding us. I assumed from the single look of disgust that she wasn't the biggest fan of what Dawson did. That instantly made me sad.

"I uh, actually I think I have more than enough to work with from Lucas. It was a pleasure meeting you." I said quickly, trying my hardest to leave before whoever she was made her way over but it was too late. When she made her presence known, standing awfully close to Dawson, asserting her displeasure that I was in the same vicinity as him, I felt small.

"Who's this, babe?" I heard her say, echoing in my mind.

Babe. Yep, I was right.

"Hi, I'm Isabel. I work for the Dallas Morning News."

Speak louder. Don't let her walk over you!

"Oh you're Isabel! I'm Josie."

Fuck. Does she know?

"Your story on Brett was amazing! One of the best one's ever written, if I'm being honest. I know he really appreciated it. You're also the one who rode the fence for a picture, right? Are ya crazy? I don't know whether to call that courageous or flat out stupid." She said, giggling it off as if I was supposed to do the same. All I could do was smile even bigger, straightening my stance.

Bitch. Call me stupid, I don't really care.

Laughing it off along with her, I didn't let her comment get to me. "If I could do it all over again, I would. Call me crazy."

"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll let y'all finish. Find me after?" She asked Dawson, planting a soft kiss on his lips before she walked away.

Clearing my throat, I sighed.

"She seems sweet. I don't actually have to interview you, Dawson. I can leave." I said with my head down, biting my lip to stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling.

I thought I was over this.