Teenage Dream

Lights, Camera, Action

I sigh as i shove my dirty blonde hair behind my ear watching the director shout. His vein popping out of the impossibly white skin upon his forehead. "Rosie Anne." my name rolls off his lips along with spit. I close my brown eyes is disgust.

"You need to stay focused! Stop staring off at the boys and act!" His hasty voice echoed through my eardrums, my heartbeat increasing it's speed. "Places!" his voice screams. I squint my eyes in return. "Action!" he surprisingly whispers.

"Dan. Danny. Please don't leave me..." i force stray tears from my eyes as i grab on to Jake's bicep holding it firmly. "im only leaving because i love you. Have you ever heard of letting go of who love?" he shouts at me. Shoving my shoulders slightly back.

"and have you ever heard of keeping who you love close, close to your heart...." my shout turns into a whisper as i follow the script. "to love whats in front of you..." i whisper. Daring not to look into his orbs.

"but i do love you. Your eyes, lips, your touch, your smile, dimples, laugh... god damnit i can go on forever." Jake slowly lifts up my chin among his large fingers forcing me to look into his dark blue eyes. "ive been here the whole time." i whisper into his ear as he pulls me into his chest.

"and i just didn't realize it." he whispers back placing his pink, rough lips upon my own, moving in synch.

"CUT." the same rotten voice calls as i quickly pull away from Jake, wiping my mouth off with the backside of my tan hand.

"babe, we really need to work on that kissing scene." he smirks, and lets out a slight wink. I roll my eyes as i hear that same, stupid voice again. "Thats all for today guys." a rush of relief ran up my spine. "As for Jake and Rosie... I'll be seeing you 8'o clock tonight my place for the premiere of who knows what! Remember dress finely, and look happy together! Please!" he shouts.

I run my hand through my hair as i start for my dressing room. I hated Jake. With a burning passion. We have been having to put up with this "relationship" since we started filming this damn movie. And hell yeah i was sick of it. All he thought about was himself, and i could get enough of his overrated, conceited attitude. And just another day i would have to spend with him.

With all that thinking, i had reached my dressing room. Swinging the maroon painted door open and plopping down onto the couch. I shove my head into the pillow and let out a grumpy moan. "you okay love?" a familiar voice rang.

"ANGEL!" i jump up screaming, i ran jumping into her arms. My cousin, Angel, was my bestfriend. My everything. The only person i could complain to about Jake and Tony the annoying director. "i missed you so much!" i shriek. "iv'e missed you too!" she says as she releases me from her arms. "im going to a premier for god knows what tonight. With stupid ass Jake." i sigh. As start to change back into my old clothes. Not even caring as i stripped off in front of my lovely cousin.

"Jakes a total douche, but he's defiantly sexy thats for sure!" Angel flashes a cheeky grin. "you can say that again." i whisper. "If you say so.. Jake's a total dou-" my laughter cuts her off.

***

I searched through my closet of millions of bedazzled, sparkly, silky fabrics and materials until i found a dress that slightly pleased my needs. I threw my stray clothes onto the floor as i slipped on my gold dress. It was plastered in sequins in the top from the bottom of my breasts, and a smooth flowy fabric laid under it. As it stopped under my bum, at the top of my thighs.

I sigh as i slip on my white heels knowing that i have to spend the entire night with Jake. I sat down in my spinny chair as my makeup and hair stylists apply light eye liner across the bottom of my eye lids causing my light brown eyes to pop. Also a bit of mascara making my eyelashes longer.

My hair was in loose curls that hung over my shoulder. The curls causing it to seem shorter as my normal hair sat at my waist line. "Tony said he's picking you up instead." Laney my stylist, whispered in my ear. I give her a slight nod before adding a pink rosy colored lipstick upon my lips.

Honk. Honk. Honk.

The sound of a loud car horn arose signaling, that was my ride. I quickly slipped from my room and down one out of the two staircases as i skipped to the front door. I open the door to reveal Tony's large limo, and i walk into it, only seeing a snobby rich man, and Jake. Stupid, annoying, Jake. I sigh as i sit towards the back, not talking to neither of them along the way.

***

As we reached the premiere, me and Jake walked out of the car i felt the familiar flash of the paparazzi's cameras hit my face. Jake snakes his arm around my waist as we continue to walk down the carpet, stopping for pictures along the way.

"Rosie! Rosie Anne!" an interviewer calls.

My attention immediately turns towards the young lady, about five years older than my age, which was nineteen. "Hello!" i cheerful smile at the lady with a camera man behind her. "so how are you and Jake?" her eerily voice rings. "we are fantastic, she's always lovely to be around." Jake responds quickly giving a slight wink to the camera.

"We have some pretty hardcore 'Josie' shippers out there! Have anything you'd like to say to the fans?" the interviewer smirks, as her eyebrows raise, causing her forehead to crinkle. "You guys are amazing, and we appreciate your dedication and supportiveness! We love you!" i said quickly blowing a quick kiss to the camera. "and that i love Rosie, very much!" Jake hums, placing a kiss on my cheek. Just i was gunna wipe off his slobber, i had remembered we were on camera. "love you too babe." i say. Smiling at the camera.

"oh my god! There's One Direction!" one of the paps shouted. Suddenly all of the flashes came from behind us as i shot my head back, wanting to see what the fuss is about. "so those are the pricks that have been stealing my spotlight?" Jake's raspy voice questions in my ear. "shutup, they are alot more hot than you." i smirk as i whisper back to him as we walk.

"Just because you were voted most hottest celebrity of the year doesn't mean any of those british kids would have a keenest interest in you... Plus your mine." his words slip out of his mouth and into my ear, as he hand hovers over my butt. I quickly slap it away, flipping him off as soon as we got out the the paparazzi's gaze....