It wasn't that you were trying to see her, it's just that she kept popping up in your life.
From UConn, to tiktok, to your TV, and now the place you ran to get away from her. New York. It was eating you alive, and maybe you wanted it to.
You weren't expecting to see her all the way up here when she just got drafted to Dallas, but now here you are, burning holes into the back of the blonde's head.
The blonde that you used to spend hours on FaceTime with when she had away games.
The blonde that you comforted after a bad practice.
The blonde that you watched win against South Carolina only a few months ago.
The Blonde that you watched walk out of your dorm without a word after she broke it off with you.
The blonde that still ran your every thought.
Only a few feet away from you, staring down at her phone with her hoodie up as she held the pole of the subway. Most likely trying to not be recognized.
But you knew her mannerism way too well. Could spot her miles away if you wanted to.
Which you've tried to do before.
You didn't look away until the subway came to a jolting stop and multiple people got off, clearing up a bunch of seats in the space in between the two of you.
You wanted to walk over, to say something hurtful to her, to make her feel how you felt when she tore your life apart that day.
But you couldn't.
Because it was Paige, the girl you've loved since high school.
The girl you dreamed of moving to Dallas with and watching her live her dream.
The girl you dreamed you would marry one day.
The girl that got away.
Everything started to feel too tight all of a sudden, like the banged up walls of the wobbly cart carrying you was closing in.
It took everything and you not to scream, or show any signs of distress. Because you knew if you did you'd bring attention to yourself, you'd get her attention.
And you couldn't live with how she'd look at you.
You stuck it out until it was your stop, quickly walking with the group of people getting off in front of her, making sure she didn't see your panicked face.
Making sure she didn't see you.
That night you laid in bed staring at your ceiling as your photography gear surrounded you on the bed, you were supposed to be editing pictures for the small modeling company you worked at now, the big downgrade of what you wanted to be doing by now but you didn't complain, and you wracked your brain trying to figure out why she was here.
Why she was haunting you.
Until it clicked.
'dallas wings vs new York Liberty game Tuesday at 7:30 EST, don't miss it!'
You read the title one night of an upcoming ESPN WNBA game as you flicked through the page on your TV, desperately just trying to find a game that didn't include her in any way. But it was kind of hard when she's such force in the league already.
Just as you predicted she would be.
Letting out the soft groan, you sat up and stared at the poster covered wall of your bedroom before you heard a soft chime come from your phone on your bedside table.
Thinking it's your boss getting ready to chew you out, you reluctantly looked at the cracked screen, eyes squinting slightly from the bright light.
"PAIGE! PAIGE WAKE UP!" you yelled while shaking your sleeping girlfriend beside you.
It was 10 am on a Friday, one of the only Fridays she had off so she wanted to sleep in. But you had other plans.
You loved chappell roan. Everything about her just drew you in, her voice, her looks, and her attitude, which some people say y'all have in common.
She was the first concert you Paige went to as an official couple.
Even if it wasn't Paige's type of music. Even if Paige picked on you for listening to all of her songs all the time.
But right now there was no time for jokes
Today, right now, the woman was finally releasing the song you have been craving for a year now.
The subway.
"WHAT? WHO'S HERE?" Paige yelled and jerked up from her sleep, looking around like she was being attacked by invisible fairies.
"SHE FINALLY RELEASED IT!!" you were giggling and basically kicking your feet as you pulled up YouTube on your TV, quickly searching up the music video.
Paige looked at you like you were one of the refs she beefed with constantly, eyes squinted, mouth slightly agape, and feelings high.
"did you seriously give me a heart attack over this fuckass song. I thought you were dying!" She yells, running her hands down her face as she watched you beef with an ad before it started.
"sh! She's about to make history, babe." You put your finger over her mouth as the song starts to play, making her grumble and push your hand away.
Once the video was over, you were in tears. Bonnet somewhere on the floor from when you threw it singing your heart out, like you were in chappell's situation.
"i can't believe I just witnessed that oh my-" you stop rambling once you look at Paige. Her arms folded in front of her, hair messy from sleeping, and eyes glossy from the video. Her lip pulled in-between her teeth.
You blink at her and wipe your own tears away, slightly stunned at the screen in front of you.
"are you crying? Over chappell?" You ask giggling as she glares at you.
"BRO YOU'RE LITERALLY CRYING AS WELL DON'T PLAY." she says defensively, putting her hands up in defense.
"YEAH WELL AT LEAST I DON'T HIDE THE FACT THAT I LIKE HER!" I yell back, laughing as she rolls her eyes at me and wipes her own face.
"alright bruh." She said before laying back down under the blanket and pulling it up over her.
"i still love you." You giggled softly as you kissed her forehead that peaked out from the blanket.
This might be too niche for me to be asking for buttt..
Paige x Rockstar! Reader where they meet at a random club in Dallas where the reader's band was performing and end up flirting all night which leads to a hook up and a lot of texts after until one day it all becomes too real for Paige and she ghosts the reader?
Reader ends up writing a song (about a girl, by nirvana. I LOVE THEM AJDJHDJAJFJA) about her and when reader comes back to Dallas for another stop on her bands tour, Paige goes and sees it only to have a rude wake up call about how reader felt?
I'M SORRY THIS IS SO BADLY WRITTEN I'M HALF ALSEEP BUT SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO CREDIT ME 😭🙏
scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that
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