America's Suitehearts

**Hailz’s POV**
I spent the last five minutes of the taxi ride huddled up to CC’s side, my head leaning against his shoulder while he absent-mindedly ran his fingers through my hair, still sniveling like a child. God, I feel so ridiculous! The backseat of a filthy taxi in the middle of the night was neither the time nor the place for an emotional catharsis of a year and a half’s worth of repressed trauma, especially when your rockstar date who you’ve only known for less than two days was sitting right next to you. I wiped my eyes for the eight billionth time since we got in this cab and looked up at CC. This was probably the worst date he’s ever had in his life! And it’s all my fault! God damnit, why can’t I just have normal people problems?
“CC, I…” I began but he immediately cut me off
“Hailz, I swear, if you even start trying to apologize about what happened tonight or for telling me what I asked to know about, I’m going to be forced to tickle you.” He said as he looked at me. I quickly shut my mouth which made him chuckle. “Well, I guess that answers the question of whether you’re ticklish or not.” I grinned a little and went back to resting my head on his shoulder. Leave it to CC to make anyone smile even when they don’t want to. We pulled up to the gate of my apartment complex and stopped at the gate.
“ID, please.” The security guard that patrolled the gate yawned. I quickly pulled mine out which CC then took and handed it, along with his, to him. He stared at them blankly then handed them both back and pushed the gate opener. Oh wow, I feel SO much safer knowing that Mr. Zombie is on the lookout.
“Top-notch security team you got here.”CC whispered with a grin as we drove into the dreary parking lot. The driver pulled up to the staircase that went up to the second floor and stopped. CC got out and held the door open for me like a gentleman. “Why don’t you start heading up? I gotta talk with the driver for a bit.” He said as I stepped out.
“Oh, uh, okay.” I said quietly before walking towards the stairs hesitantly. I went up very slowly until I stopped halfway and turned around to watch him because the paranoid little voice in the back of my head (which was much louder than usual for obvious reasons) was screaming that he was going to try and ditch me. I didn’t think he actually would, but I felt safer knowing that he was in my line of vision. Besides, I still have his jacket held hostage. I held the opening of the jacket closed as I watched him.
He was bent over with his arms resting on the bottom edge of the window while he talked with the driver and I was very pleased to notice that this position made his butt stick out and his pants slide down just enough for me to see the band of his undies. Undies? The hell was I, a five year old? He would occasionally cast a glance at me with a small grin which would make the driver nudge him with his elbow playfully. After a couple minutes, he pulled out his wallet, paid, and stood up then waved as the taxi drove away then came up to me. “Aw, you know you didn’t have to wait for me.” He said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked with me to my apartment. I fumbled around with my keys only to find out I didn’t need them because somebody (*cough cough* Alex *cough cough*) had left the damn door unlocked. Jesus, it’s almost like he wants us to be fucking robbed or murdered! We walked in to find Alex sleeping on the sofa snoring his little heart out in his ‘I’m Sam-sexual but I’m also Dean-curious’ shirt with a half empty carton of mostly melted ice-cream in his arms, which Annie was trying to get into, and the TV still on. I see he’s had a very productive night of drowning his emotions in ice-cream and Winchester eye-candy.
“So, I’m guessing this is Alex?” asked CC with a smirk as I gently removed the ice-cream from his arms and took it back to the freezer before Annie could eat it
“Yeah, that would be him.” I said as I knelt down and tried to stuff the carton back on the top self of the freezer
“You need some help with that?” asked CC suddenly from right beside me which made me jump with a little yelp. Alex snorted from the couch then mumbled something about a pineapple and went back to sleep. “Whoa, you okay?” he asked as he helped me up
“Christ! Don’t scare me like that!” I said with my hand pressed over my heart
“Sorry.” He said sheepishly as he gently kicked the freezer door shut and rubbed one hand up and down my back to calm me down. I took a deep breath in and out and mumbled that it was okay. “Hey, you’ve had a pretty rough night, why don’t you chill out? Get some rest?” he said. There was a sneeze from the floor and I looked down to see Mikey, looking slightly concerned, sitting at my feet and staring at me. “See? Even Mikey agrees with me, don’t you, Mikey?” he said as he bent down and scooped him up. “Yeah, I totally agree with him, Hailz, and so should you! Also, I think he’s super awesome and handsome too!” he added in a silly voice as he held Mikey over his face. I smiled and took him from him.
“Alright, if you say so, Mikey.” I said as I scratched behind his ears. CC laughed and put his arm around us.
“Well then, which way to your room?” he asked with a grin
“Only door on the left.” I said shyly, realizing that it might be just a little embarrassing when he saw my creepy fan-girl dwelling, as we walked towards it. He opened the door, but fortunately it was too dark to see that all of my walls were covered in posters, a lot of them of him and a few of those with kiss marks on his face. I set Mikey down on my bed, but he jumped off to go bug Annie, I then shrugged off CC’s jacket and hung it on the edge of the bedpost before I took a seat on the edge. CC managed to find my dresser then pulled out a baggy black T-shirt and handed it to me.
“Here, I’m sure this will be a lot more comfortable to sleep in than what you have on.” He said before he turned and started walking out of the room.
“W-wait, where are you going?” I asked nervously
“I’m gunna call the cab to take me back to the hotel.” He said after looking at me. I could feel my heart crack like glass in my chest. No! He can’t leave yet! Not after everything that just happened! And when I’ve just started to calm down!
“What? No, please stay! Please!” I said frantically with almost a sort of panic gripping me. I could feel the tears begin pricking the bottom of my eyes and I tried to blink them away, but they dripped down anyway. God, I do not have the emotional stability to handle being left alone like a grown-up right now! How can he just leave me like this?! He came back over to me and knelt down so our faces were level.
“I wish I could, babe, I really do, but you know we’re leaving tomorrow, right?” he said gently and he put his hands on my shoulders.
“I know.” I said, my voice small. I looked down just in time to watch a tear fall onto my lap.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright, it’s alright.” He murmured he glided one hand up to my face and tilted it up to look at him and his wonderfully warm, sympathy-filled eyes. “I have an idea, why don’t we go find each other at the hotel tomorrow before I leave?” he suggested hopefully, but it only made my heart ache worse. Their checkout time was at eleven-thirty. I had a psych class that lasted from nine-forty-five to eleven-twenty. I wouldn’t be able to make it there in time. This would be the last time I saw him.
“I can’t. I have classes.” I sniffled
“Hmm…That is a problem…” he said as he pursed his lips in thought for a moment. “Well, I’ll tell you what, I’ll call in the morning and we’ll work something out. Maybe you could meet me for an early breakfast, or I can ask if we can wait up for an hour or two after check-out, or, worst case scenario, we could just FaceTime each other, but I promise right here and now that we’ll see each other again, okay?” he said as he brushed the tears off my cheek with his thumb. I nodded, but though I really wanted too, I didn’t believe him. “Alrighty then, baby girl, we’ll make it happen.” He smiled and started to stand up again.
“Wait!” I couldn’t just let him go, I didn’t want what was probably our first and last date to end on such a dull note, so I asked “Bef-fore you go, c-could I at least get a kiss goodbye?” to which he grinned broadly
“I was just wondering the same thing, sugar.” He said in a way that made me want to melt into a puddle at his feet “But the only thing is, is that I’m going to need you to stop crying first, alright?” I quickly dried my eyes on my sleeve. “Now that’s much better.” He chuckled as he put his hand on the back of my head. As our lips met, I placed both of my hands on either side of his face then gave it everything I had. We stayed lip-locked like this for a few minutes before CC pulled away for a couple seconds to catch his breath and then went back at it more deeply. Before I even knew it, that kiss turned into another and another, then a touch became a caress, clothes started disappearing, moans became louder, the drawer of my nightstand was opened, a box was ripped open, fingers fumbled over a wrapper, skin met skin, and I felt what it was like to be loved properly. And God, was it good.

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