Ali wanted to be happy to see Cory. It was odd though. He seemed pleased to show them up. That he was purely a rock star. They weren't.
She hated that about him. It was true. Clearly, a real ass. Maybe she'd just noticed his true colors.
She never cracked a smile when he was on stage. Perhaps they thought she was the bitch. Spencer was the one who asked all about Cory's adventures on tour. Cory was a bit sullen, but happy to talk about how many festivals and music halls he'd been through in the mid-west.
Ali did her best to be patience. She waited after the show. She didn't know what to expect. What was there to say? Then Cory made his move. He took her hand.
"So now what?" She could really go for some strawberry crepes at IHOP, but she didn't mention it.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" Cory wanted to know.
"I guess." But the thing was, she wanted to be the first thing he saw when he got back. Not this big time rush of everybody so happy to see him. Like he was somebody. But then maybe he was. He'd signed a record deal with the people he'd been working for.
When they went home, where she'd been sleeping and where he'd once had his room down the hall... yet now they were in his grandmother's room, Ali didn't want to be near him. He smelled different, like electric parts and metal. It was quite bitter to overcome. Although, she let him kiss her. She guessed she missed him, after all.
Afterwards, she felt ashamed that she'd let him get to her, like that. Really, he'd been the core of her world for so long, and now it all felt so shallow and meaningless. If she'd been the best he ever had, why had he gone off like that without even discussing it with her first? She meant nothing to him, it was just an act of something expected. Only a little of her still needed him.