Along Came Fire Pt. 1 (Rewritten) - Avery/Blair
This is a rewrite of a previous fic, so quite a lot of it is new. The reason this fic never got finished the first time was because Avery didn't really start telling me who she was until the middle bit. By then, I was like "shit, I'll have to do a complete 180 on my readers and it won't make any sense." The differences were pretty drastic. So, I present to you the brand new and improved version where Avery is acting like herself and Blair is even more intrigued. I hope you like it!
___________________________
Avery checks her phone for the fourth time. No texts.Β No missed calls.Β
And that was a good thing.
It wasn't that she didn't love her friends, but solo concert adventures were the best thing ever. No keeping track of other people's pee schedule. No stopping for gross ass food she didn't want to eat. Just herself, her favorite music, and two pounds of roast beef she didn't have to share.
Not to mention having her own room. If she even decides to stay in the concert hall's attached hotel.
Which she probably wonβt.
Five hours back isnβt a really terrible drive, especially not with an adrenaline high from an awesome show.
But the drive to the show hadn't been a cakewalk. Traffic, rainy weather, and road construction had turned a five hour trip into seven.Β
She could use a nap. The hotel staff probably won't let her snooze in the lobby, but at least she can sit for a while and decide what to do next.Β
She plops down on the couch and tips her head back with a sigh. Too bad about the nap. It's a really comfy couch.
Said couch was apparently occupied.Β
Avery lolls her head in the direction of the voice.Β
βNah,β she says. βJust a really long drive.β Her expression shifts to something playfully apologetic. βSorry I almost sat on you without looking.βΒ
He chuckles, a low, deep rumble of sound that prickles her skin to attention. And he's got the physique to match the super deep voice. Even sitting down, she can tell heβs not only tall, but basically enormous. Heβs spread over half of the couch. Not in that βtake up as much space as possibleβ way, like most guys do, but rather in a βthis furniture isnβt built for a large humanβ way.Β βLargeβ is putting it mildly, too. The manβs forearms are the size of her calves.Β Not to mention the rest of him.