I would love a drabble based off the song "The Other Side" by Jason Derulo, please and thank you. I know you're busy so take all the time you need :) -- mon-amour-eternel. Smut is fine; I don't have any squicks. Thank you!
Okay so as privately discussed this will be its own fic because anything over 10k gets its own fic, so here is a *preview* of your present, tentatively titled “Public Nuisance”
“Just remember us peasants when you get famous, okay?”
He smiled, looking out the window of his bedroom and tapping his pencil against the open page of his sketchbook. “I don’t think anyone who’s spoken to you for more than ten seconds would associate you with the commoners, love,” he teased, and she scoffed.
“Are you calling me snobby?”
“Am I wrong?”
There was a pause that he was almost sure was her rolling her eyes for her non-existent audience—though he’d gone into acting, Caroline could certainly give him a run for his money in general dramatics. “I mean...no,” she admitted grudgingly. “But still, like... I just don’t want to see you on the cover of People at a grocery store and not be able to call you and complain about how annoyingly photogenic you are.”
He smiled slightly, his pen tapping on the pages of his sketchbook, feeling reassured that she held some of the same fears he did, should his career take off. He’d always liked her, but she was rather practical by nature, and it still rankled him a bit to know that she’d had to have considered the pros and cons of a relationship at least once and decided the benefits of choosing him didn’t outweigh the possible cost.
To be fair, he’d never wanted to press too much, afraid of scaring her away. A friendship with Caroline was undoubtedly better than not having her at all.
“I’m not going anywhere, love,” he said, not missing her sharp exhale on the other end of the line.
“Okay,” she said slowly, though he could tell from the slight drag of the vowel that she had something on her mind. He stayed quiet, knowing that if he waited long enough she wouldn’t be able to stand the silence. “Just so you know, I’m not going anywhere either,” she said, a frank finality in her tone that made him grin.
“Yeah?”
“Um, duh. We promised we were ride-or-die in the third grade, remember?”
“If I recall correctly, I believe you used the term “biffles”, which I feel I must inform you nearly made me reconsider.”
“And you would have been missing out if you had,” she said cheerfully.
