Chapter Twenty-Two — After the Concert & Two Months of Calm (Sort Of)
(Sienna's pov)
The city was buzzing, the echoes of the concert still lingering in my chest. Two months until Season Two of The Last Page began filming, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I had space — two whole months of relative freedom.
Of course, "freedom" didn't mean quiet. Social media was still ablaze: clips of the concert, fan edits of my songs, behind-the-scenes kiss compilations with Axel, and a relentless flood of messages, tags, and mentions. The fans had made us their ultimate OTP, and the media loved to fan the flames.
I flopped onto my couch, midnight-blue hair slightly frizzed from the whirlwind of the past month. The adrenaline had finally started to ebb, leaving me with the strange combination of exhaustion and lingering excitement.
"Sis! Did you SEE the fan edits?" Ember burst into my apartment, hands full of takeout and coffee. "They're calling last night legendary! You and Axel… oh my GOD, I can't even!"
I groaned, burying my face in a pillow. "Ember… please. I can't deal with the internet right now."
"Can't deal? Sis, this is your life! Legendary is your brand now! Also…" she paused dramatically, "Axel. He's still smoldering. And you two? Still absolutely… combustible."
I peeked at her through the pillow. "Combustible? You're literally obsessed with us."
"Obsessed is my middle name!" she shouted.
Later that evening, the doorbell rang. My heart jumped before I even thought — and sure enough, it was him. Axel.
Dressed casually, jeans and a slightly oversized shirt, hair messy in that perfect way, dark eyes scanning me with that smirk that made my chest tighten.
"Hey," he said softly. "Mind if I come in?"
I waved him in, feeling a warm flutter in my stomach. Two months until Season Two, and somehow… I still couldn't get used to him showing up like this.
We sat on the couch together, shoulders brushing, the quiet hum of the city outside. For once, there were no cameras, no crew, no fans, no hashtags — just him, just us.
Then, as if drawn by some invisible force, our lips met. Private. Slow. Electric.
His mouth was soft, insistent, intoxicating. Warm. Familiar. Every brush against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I tangled my fingers in his dark hair, holding him close.
"You really didn't leave me," I murmured against his lips, heart still racing.
He smirked softly, forehead resting against mine. "And I never will. Not while you keep pulling me into chaos like this."
I laughed softly, pressing my forehead to his. "You love the chaos, don't lie."
"Maybe," he whispered. "But I love you more."
For the next few hours, we stayed like that — quiet, tangled on the couch, talking about nothing and everything. For once, the world didn't exist. No social media, no media frenzy, no concert reviews. Just us.
Ember eventually barged in — of course — waving snacks and more coffee.
"Sis! You two are still too cute! I can't even. Also — two months off? That's plenty of time to plan more chaos. And by chaos, I mean epic stuff. Like… trips. Fashion collabs. More viral moments. Don't look at me like that."
I rolled my eyes, though the corners of my lips curved into a smile. "You're impossible."
"Exactly!" she cheered.
As the night wore on, Axel stayed. His arm around me, our legs tangled together, and for once, I felt calm. Safe. Like maybe two months of relative freedom could actually be… peaceful.
Until Ember inevitably started planning our next "epic chaos adventure," but somehow, I didn't mind. Not with him there.
Because in the quiet moments, the stolen kisses, and the electric tension between us, I realized that no matter what the world threw at me — viral edits, media chaos, concerts, filming, fans — I wouldn't face it alone.
And for once, that felt like enough.