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Chapter 22

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Then I heard the sales assistant clear his throat behind us “ That’s enough ladies. I’ll ask you to leave. Now please.” And the Tv switched off, leaving the screen submerged in black.

I sighed, that was why I don’t watch Ari’s interviews.

I don’t want to see him deny stupid rumours.

I stared at the screen while I heard Marissa beside me “ NOOOOOOOO! You stupid turtle poo ass wipe, you sun of a gun! Couldn’t you see we need to hear that information you little pigeon!”

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I turned from the screen, “ Seriously, did your brain just disconnect from the rest of your body now? The customer is always right dude. Your customer service sucks.” I said slowly, talking to him like he was a five year old.

“ Now we definetly won’t be buying the 5’5 flat screen.” Marissa added, sticking out her tongue at the assistant at the end.

Marissa and I were then sternly asked to leave by the stupid sales clerk and the security guards gave us a warning look from their spots at the front of the store.

When we were outside on the sidewalk we both burst into giggles, wandering along the long street in the direction of our cars.

“ Did you see that guys face when you called him a little pigeon! Priceless” I said in between laughter.

“ I preferred the turtle poo bit. But you weren’t so bad with your Brain line and the teachers condescending voice you put on was the cherry on top of the insult, cher. Really gave it flavour.” she complimented, winking at me.

I smiled, linking my arm with hers “ Flavour? Thanks. But I don’t think I’ll be doing that again”

“ What? Insulting random annoying sales clerks who can’t mind their own business?” Marissa asked , grinning.

“ No, I enjoyed telling off the random annoying sales clerk who couldn’t mind their own business. Also I think you needed some excitement after what a non-starter you told me Michigan was.” I nudged her with my hip as we walked “ I was talking about the Interview."

Marissa chuckled “ Yeah, I was wondering when you’d crack and mention it. I’m sure you’ll agree that was one hell of an interview. I mean, talk about laying it all bare. Guess the guy just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore” She said with a wink.

 “ Really? I thought he was really sweet but I don’t know if he was laying it all bare, M.

I thought it was a little weird to watch him acting fake for the cameras.”

Marissa stopped suddenly in the sunny street, her arm hooked in mine, making me jolt forward before I reluctantly stopped walking too. She turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders, shaking me gently with a completely frustrated expression.

“Fake?!  Are- you- completely- bat-crazy- blind- Isabel-Marant?”

“No. But if you don’t stop shaking me I’m going to fall over.”  I replied.

Marissa put a hand over her eyes and sighed “ Ok, so you found that interview weird and stressful. Seriously? The guy gave a very specific description of his perfect girl, who was so obviously you. I mean, babe, please tell me you are not so steeped in self-denial that you can’t see that?”

I felt myself blush “ He said it was hypothetical” I protested.

Marissa laughed “ Say’s the girl who blushes so quickly, look even now your proving me right!”

I gasped and raised my hands to my traitorous tomato red face “ I’m not blushing” I muttered, as my mind was wizzing.

  Was he really describing me?

“ Not only that, but what colour is your favourite dress?”

I sighed “Purple?”

Marissa raised an eyebrow and put her hands on my face, squeezing my cheeks slightly as she continued “ And who brought it for you?”

“We both know Ari brought it for me on my sixteenth birthday”

“ Yeah, you really think that’s a coincidence huh?”

I felt my heart stutter slightly in hope…. He knows that’s my favourite dress… maybe it wasn’t hypothetical….

“Uhh I guess not.” I closed my eyes, realising that maybe my best girlfriend knew what the heck was going on in my life better than I did. And I also knew that  out of everyone I knew she’d give me the brutally honest advice I needed to figure out what was going on between Ari and I.

Marissa put an arm round my shoulder and we began to walk again “ Thank god, because I didn’t want to have to tell you that you are probably the only female his age who would hang out with him in her sweats with her hair unwashed. Who he still thinks is beautiful.”

I winced “Yeah,  uh I think I have to tell you something, M. ”

When I told her that we’d kissed in more than the platonic sense and how I was realising that I might want the title ‘best friend’ to have the ‘best’ part replaced by ‘girl’, she screamed with joy.

“ Oh my god ! Jiminy cricket you’ve been holding out on me! Oh my god! I knew it! It was only a matter of time before you woke up and smelt the very sexy best friend bacon on your plate, honey!! I sooooo knew it!”

I laughed linked my arm in hers as we walked down the street, smiling.

“ One: I can’t believe you just called Ari sexy bacon, and two: You did not know. I didn’t even know how I felt” I said, chuckling.

Marissa smiled “ Isabel, Ari is Sexy Bacon. You know not everyone is as blind as you are to the obvious.” She turned to rummage around in her bag before she produced a glossy tabloid magazine, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“ And I so knew, the grainy picture of the girl in the shadows and the girl on the beach are you, right? I knew it wasn’t her in the pictures. She has lighter blond hair than you. ” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she opened the magazine to reveal a two page spread:

‘AARON FOX AND HIS BEACH BABE TAYLOR CUTTER’

Beneath the writing was a picture of the grainy black and white silhouette picture of a couple kissing that was taken in Australia, next to it was long distance a picture of me with Ari , playing in the waves , him holding me in his arms in the water.

The next picture was us both lying on the beach on our white towels, I had my Ray Bans on and we were laughing.

OH NO… OH SH#T …. THIS IS BAD…. How did anyone find us on a deserted beach???

It’s on a godamn retirement home!!!

Psycho stalker paparazzi!

“ Okay calm down! Calm down!” Marissa said as I gripped the magazine page , staring at the pictures with a mixture of disbelief and panic.

My parents will see this… Ari will see this…everyone will see this…. Shit.

“ I’m in my knickers. I’m in a National tabloid in my knickers.  This is – Oh god… When did you get this?” I asked.

“This morning on my way here.” She pulled the page from me slightly, scanning the photos,  “ Ooooh are you wearing the lavender lacy set we brought a few months ago? I love that set! You look so hot Ella.”

I could feel my heart rate speeding up… my face burning in embarrassment. “ I- I – I”

“Look, Ella stop having a panic attack you knew at some point this was going to happen, he’s too famous for this to not happen. Besides, this isn’t that bad. Your not topless and drunk, you look happy together -!”

I cut her off, my voice shaking as I read the small text next to the photos

  

“ F#ck! Is that my name on the page?”

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Hey guys, sorry if I missed grammar or spelling mistakes.

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Hope so… so what do you thinks going to happen?

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