Snap Shots Series: Picture Perfect


[ Two days later ]

"What'd you do then?" Amy asked between laughs.

"What could I have done? I tried to apologize, but he wouldn't let me."

"So is that when he turned into the asshole?" Amy asked.

"Well he was always an asshole. This is when he grabbed me."

"Grabbed you?" Amy was just as shocked as Willa had been when it happened.

"Well it didn't come out of no where…"


Lance returned to the hotel room from the bathroom with a scowl on his face. He'd gotten dressed and had done his hair making it spike up like always.

Willa was sitting on the bed in front of the television, but turned to look at him when he came out. He avoided eye contact with her.

"I'm, I'm really sorry about that Lance," Willa stuttered out.

"Save it."

"But, I really didn't plan for that to happen," she said.

Lance took a breath. "Get your fucking purse and meet me in the hallway."


"You let him talk to you like that?" Amy interuppted the telling of the story.

"No, I didn't let him. It came out of his mouth before I think he even realized he was saying it.


She tensed up then pushed herself into a standing position. She didn't move, just looked at him with this disappointment in her eyes. Her whole body looked relaxed except for the strange hard look on her face.

"Now," he said through his teeth as he ground his jaw around angrily.

She continued to stare as she blindly grabbed for his jacket on the bed then for her purse that was next to it.

"Leave the fucking jacket." Lance stalked over to her, ripped the jacket out of her hands before she could put it down then grabbed out his cell phone from where it was in the pocket. He threw the jacket back on the bed.


"Save it Willa," he spat out at her cutting her off before she could finish. He looked around the room then went and found the room key. He didn't make eye contact with her.

"I'm not in the mood to hear it."

He went to the closet and grabbed out his black leather jacket and threw the coat on before stuffing the phone into the pocket of the new jacket then caught Willa staring at him again he pointed to the door. "Move it or lose it."


"You should really take this story to the press Willa, he sounds aweful," Amy said.

"I can't," Willa said.

"Why not?" Amy asked.

"I'll explain it later…just listen to the story for now.



Willa's eyes were wide with fear, but she followed his orders. She made her way to the door and opened it for them. Lance walked up behind her, and for a moment their hands touched on the doorknob.


"Please tell me you didn't kiss him."

"Of course not," Willa said, "Now are you going to let me finish?"


In the hallway Lance turned and made sure the door was locked then grabbed Willa's hand to pull her along to where the group was watching them. She was stumbling behind him in her heels and almost fell once, but his grip on her wouldn't let her topple over.

"That was rude," she finally said and pulled her hand away from him. "I almost fell back there."

"Look," Lance said and grabbed her hand back. "This isn't how I'd love to spend my evening, but since you are here and everyone is expecting us to be there together you'd better act the part."

"Which part would that be?" she asked. "The girlfriend or the prisoner?"

"Give up the dramatics Willa," Lance said with a sigh.

"Dramatics?" she screamed at him. "You haven't seen anything yet!"


"You go girl!" Amy yelled.

"Stop it Amy. I need to finish the story."


"Shh!" Lance said to her.

Wes looked at the two of them for a moment from where he was standing with the other members of the security crew then turned back around when Lance glared at him.

"Talk about dramatics! It was a joke Lance." She threw her arm up in the air, "Hell! It wasn't even that! It was an accident, but I can see with your fun sense of humor you probably think that I planned that."

Lance raised a hand and grabbed her arm, just under her armpit. He lifted her off the floor a little and she almost fell over again.

"Hey!" she said and tried to twist away.

Lance gripped her arm harder and brought her closer to him. "Stop wiggling around!"

Wes turned around and watched them again.

"Hey big guy, you are a bodyguard aren't you?" Willa said harshly.

"And your point is?" Wes said.

"Well aren't you going to help me out?" she asked.

"I guard him honey, not you, so until you knee him in the nuts or something its not my place to step in." Wes turned back around laughing with the other guys.

"Owe!" Willa said and twisted her arm away from Lance. She flung her arm out and smacked him square on the face.


Amy cheered at this news.


The sound of the smack echoed in the hall. Willa looked a little shocked herself as Wes finally stepped away from the group and stepped in between them. Wes gave Willa a bear hug and backed Willa towards the wall.

Lance stood and stared at her with a blank expression on his face. From his reaction she figured that no one had ever dared to smack him like that.

"Let me go you big oaf!" she said pushing against Wes.

"Oh now I'm a big oaf. A minute ago I was going to save you from him."

"Let me go or I'll scream!"

"Don't hurt her," Lance finally said rubbing his face where she'd hit him.

"I'm not going to." Wes's voice lowered into a slightly intimidating tone.

"Get your guard dog off me!"

Heaving a heavy sigh Lance tapped Wes on the shoulder, "Let her go."

Willa squirmed away from them both then turned and headed down the hall without Lance.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Like you care?" she said.

"Willa. We had a deal. You're supposed to be at the parties with me tonight."

"Well things fucking change," she said. "I'm sure you can handle it. You're a big boy."

"Willa wait."

Willa stopped, but it was only because she'd met up with the end of the hallway. "Leave me alone."


She didn't turn and look at him.

"Willa, I'm sorry."

"Excuse me?" she said and looked at him.

"I'm sorry," he repeated.


"He tried to apoligize after all that?" Amy asked.

"Yeah. I'm sitting there scared to death that this guy is going to hurt me and he thinks that sorry is going to make everything better."

"What an idiot!"

"Tell me about it."

Willa's mind drifted a little as she thought back to a few evenings before. Although she had wanted to go home Lance had reminded her that it wouldn't look good for her to be leaving so early in the night since she was with him at the party. She couldn't argue with that fact, one because he was right, and two she was a little afraid that he'd get physical with her again and have Wes or Loni or one of the others back her into a corner again.

Willa heard a beep and knew that it was her call waiting. "Someone else just called. Hold on a second. I'll be right back."

Willa clicked the phone over to the other line. "Hello?"

"Willa, it's Lance."

Her breath caught in her throat. No beating around the bush with this guy…just say your name and give a girl a heart attack.

The bitterness she'd felt a few nights before came to her without warning. "Haven't we already said enough to each other?"

"I know that things ended badly the other night but I need a favor."

"A favor?" she asked. This was getting to be ridiculous now. She'd heard of people being clueless, but after the fight and the coldness they'd kept between them the rest of the night of the VMA's she'd thought she'd never hear from him again. Actually she'd hoped she'd never hear from him again.

"Look," he said with a sigh. "I wouldn't ask if it weren't important."

"Hold on a second."

Willa clicked back over to Amy. "I have to take this call."

"Girl we haven't talked in months, who could it be that's so important?"

"Look I'll call you back," Willa said.

"Who is it?"

"Nobody." Willa said.

"Is it him? Please don't tell me you're ditching me for the jerk!"

"Yeah," Willa said, "I'm sorry."

"You're going to talk to him?" she asked.

"I have to. He called me. I'm sure it's not going to be a long conversation."

"Chew him a new one girl. Chew him a new one."

"I will."

"Call me back afterwards."

"I will."

Willa took a deep breath before clicking over to the other line.

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