Imagine: Jared and you getting too many paparazzi questions.
Jared and you walked off the plane hand in hand. You had just spent a glorious week vacationing with him. Just the two of you. Neither of you were ready to face reality. You were sure some scummy paparazzi had taken a photo of you on the beach and you were not ready to face that fact.
Jared’s assistant collected your luggage and the two of you started to walk towards to the exit. “Hold on one sec.” You said, as you dug through your bag for your headphones.
You began to put them in when Jared asked what you were doing.
“I don’t care to hear what the paparazzi has to say.”
Jared squeezed your hand and learned closer to you. “You don’t need those, Cassidy. I’ll be with you the whole time. It doesn’t matter what they say.”
You put the headphone back into your purse and Jared led the way to the arrival area. As soon as the door opened, your vision was flooded by flashing lights coming from all angles. You put on the smile you’d become accustom to and made your way through the crowd.
“Cassidy, how was the vacation?”
“Do we hear wedding bells for you two?” Jared squeezed your hand again as you tried to ignore what they were saying.
It seemed as though the closer you got to the exit of the airport the worse the things they said.
“Cassidy, do you really think this will last?”
“We all know Jared’s not one for relationships.” You could feel him tense up, but you were almost at the car, only a few more feet.
Once you were in the car if felt like your ears were ringing. Jared didn’t say anything as you left the airport.
“I told you we should have worn headphones.” You said trying to make light of what they said.
“You know this is different, right?”
“What do you mean?” You asked, looking for clarity.
“You’re different, love. This is different. I love you and I’m in this.”
“I know that.” You said, taking his hand. “I’m in this too.”