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I'm Fanny, I'm seventeen and I'm from Mexico. Carebear, Lady Aer and obsessed with many tv shows. I like animals and pretty pictures. I'm very awkward but I'm a nice person, really.

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Thank you so much for your answers, did I mention how much I love you? So here it is, weird tittle I know but I kinda liked it. Remember, this is going pretty slow so don’t expect much of a cliff hanger. I started this a long time ago, you’ll be able to tell and I just hope you’ll follow the story since I really liked how I wrote some parts. Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Feedback is appreciated♥

All our pretty disguises, Chapter 1.

It was another cloudy day in Nashville. The whole place smelled like wet ground, it’s been raining. People from here are obviously used to the tornadoes season and the bad weather, but still you couldn’t find a nicer atmosphere in the southern state. Well called, Nashville was also known as the capital of country music and that just happened to be what Hillary, Dave and Charles did for a living. Lady Antebellum was one of the most popular groups in the business; the charming of the members, the love on the lyrics and the connection with the fans were some of the many things people loved about them. The music awards would show the world how much fans influenced their careers and that exactly was the reason why Charles and Dave were wearing their best suits and Hillary was wearing a stunning black dress. It was a big night. Maybe not the biggest one but still they needed to look good.  In a big picture, the CMT Awards were happening. In a small picture, so many things were happening that it was impossible to list them all.

 

The three of them were married, that wasn’t a secret but having Hillary dressed like that made impossible not to take a small look. A small look. That was maybe what Dave was doing. Charles used to say Dave was still feeling the repercussion of his wedding; he was still living in the fairytale. In the other hand, Charles felt like he was taking way too many ‘small looks’. Hillary looked different but he couldn’t really point out why and it was driving him crazy. He spent most of the time trying not to look at her at all, especially in front of the cameras. Hillary caught him staring at her one too many times until the point they started to joke about it. The kind of jokes that are responded with a quiet, sarcastic laugh. The night itself was one big awkward moment.

 

It was the awards night, sure, but it was also Chris’ last night in town before heading to Memphis for a couple of solo shows in local bars. It wasn’t exactly the kind of night they had planned. The next day the only farewell they got was a kiss, Chris grabbed his bags and turned on the car. “I’d be back soon babe, love you”. Hillary replied with a smile, waving at the car as it disappeared in the road.

 

Hillary wasn’t exactly having the best days. Every girl has those moments when we just question everything that is around us, when our mind won’t stop producing thoughts that lead us to the couch with a liter of ice cream and with what seems an endless depression. The weather wouldn’t help in the situation either; it was a cold rainy mid day. Hillary was thinking. She was thinking about Chris, about her family, about her childhood, about her dog, about the band, about her mom, about the lyrics she forgot once on stage, about the weather, about Charles… Charles. She was curious to know why Charles was a constant thought. Her mind was a mess this days but when her brain brought Charles’ image up, everything got way more scrambled…if possible.

 

She changed into some old jeans and a blue shirt. She grabbed the first jacket she saw in her closet and walked downstairs, taking the keys of her car not sure or even conscious about what she was doing. She was inside her world, her mind told her to go out and so she did. She drove around those empty roads. In another moment she would be grinning, she found it funny how rain could keep people inside their houses for days. After a lot of turns she took in the road, she realized she was a couple of blocks away from Charles’ house. She parked in the opposite corner of his street and saw how someone was about to go out. Cassie came out of the house with a small bag in her hands. She threw it in the backseat and gave Charles a kiss. It looked like she was a little bit in a hurry. Cassie left and Charles got back inside the house. Hillary got out of the car and she walked to the house but instead of knocking she just stood there. After a couple of minutes she sat down in the porch. She held her head with her hands and rested her elbows in her knees. The awning kept the rain away from her but she could still feel the rain drops in her sneakers.

 

A familiar voice resonated in her ears; Charles was singing a random song again. Hillary smiled to herself; she was starting to figure out why she was there, she needed to hear his voice. Charles was upstairs; he ran the curtain to open the window and recognized the pair of sneakers that could be seen in his porch.

“Hillary?” He shouted, barely opening his eyes because of the rain.

 “Hey” She gave him a foolish smile; knowing how awkward she must have been looking.

“What on earth are you doing there? Did you knock?”

“Apparently… not”

“You freak!” Charles laughed “Just… hold on, let me open the door”

Hillary stood up, feeling her sneakers flooded with water. The door opened and Charles caught her trying to take her shoes off. He gave her a funny look; the whole picture was just so random.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked losing balance and making him hold her arm. He laughed and Hillary did too “It’s not that easy as you can see!”

“What are you even doing here Hill? Forget the shoes, come in” Charles threw her shoes inside by the door and walked her to the living room with an arm around her. She wasn’t wet but he could feel she was cold. He ran upstairs for a blanket and he surrounded her with it. They sat in the couch; Charles got the feeling that Hillary wasn’t completely good since she wasn’t as chatty and smiley as she usually was.

 

“So…” in a try to break the silence, Charles spoke up. “Everything’s alright?”

“I’m not sure” Hillary looked up to him; she was playing with her jacket sleeve like she did when she was nervous. “My head hasn’t shut up for days, it’s making me sick”

“And what’s on that pretty head of yours huh? Regrets?”

“Everything. Regrets, good memories, sad memories, random thoughts… I can’t’ stand it.”

Normally, Charles would just come up with a joke to make her smile and that would be it but this time he could feel Hillary was actually in a weird emotional trance and that got him worried.

“Why don’t we play a game?” He wanted to find any way to get her full attention so she would stop thinking about everything. “Let’s play jail tag, how does that sounds?”

“Like someone who didn’t have enough of it during elementary school” Hillary teased.

“Come on Hill, we’ll make it modern” Charles took a couple of water guns out of a cabin. “I kinda play this with Dave every time he comes here, now it’s your turn to have some real fun”

Hillary gave him a look which was responded with another look by Charles. She got closer to him and grabbed one of the water guns “I wanna be the robber”.

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