He shakes his head and walks into the bathroom. I wish so much that the place he was coming home to was me, not some hotel. These are the times I live for with him. The main difference between Marilyn and Jackie, that Warner would know of and therefore could be alluding to, that is also something Marilyn and Elle have in common with each other, is their hair colour. As soon as I hear the key card at the door, my heart starts to race. I can hear shuffle on the other end of the line and what sounds like screaming fans.
This is also a great point because people like to think Marilyn Monroe was vapid and dumb due to her film roles but she was actually incredibly intelligent and also just a great person all around, just like how Elle might seem dumb but is able to get into law school on her own merit. It's messed up too in that you know when confronted the dude isn't going to be like, 'I was feeling petty,' and instead will lie with some shit like, 'I dunno what the problem is. The sound of music following him wherever he goes disappeared with him when he left. Tours always feel never ending. I manage to beat him to the hotel, I set my bag down on the bed and sit down on the couch by the window. So she knows this was an act of petty vengeance.
I already had to decline his call once already to try and not give myself away. Bc a reasonable person knows someone who otherwise is generally rational and smart knows better. He is warm and smells so familiar. But that rational reasoning is being treated like she is hostile or suspicious and willfully placing bad intentions on him. . The only difference is one is blonde and the other is a brunette. The need to just be in his presence.
He lets out a loud yawn which pulls me back from my thoughts. I can stay up a little while longer. It feels so good to be near him again. And that last one is very dangerous territory I actually think this is exactly the point of the scene. It brings a smile to my face to be able to hear the excitement in his voice. Warner clearly thinks of Marilyn as gorgeous but dumb and Jackie as smart but less sexy. The one pitfall to dating the sweet Canadian rockstar, was the distance that came with him.
Shawn walks in, not even looking over as he shuts the door behind him and reaches for his phone in his back pocket. His head instantly snaps up in my directions at the sound of my voice. The hunger for his touch is back now. I reach over my nightstand and grab my laptop. Our biggest distance for the next couple of days will be from center stage to the wings, and I can live with that. .
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