Measures of Love ♥ A Cody Simpson Fan Fiction

Two ♥

“Mom, Dad, why is Elliott Prince and his manager sitting on the sofa in the living room of our house?”

Obviously I was freaking out. He’s one of the hottest guys in Hollywood. Hell, he’s listed in the “Hottest Teen Male Actors of Hollywood’, and he’s the same age as me―how the hell can I not panic, or fangirl, or Jesus Christ, be excited over it?

His dreamy eyes―those heavenly, American brown orbs that almost resembled the color of gold; and that charming smile―the smile that could make you go weak in the knees. And his soft, silky-looking dirty blond hair was so attractive! And his voice? Don’t even get me started on his voice. It’s like you-don’t-even-want-to-know to the ears, And he’s super talented. He’s not just an actor, but also a singer and he has millions of fans all over the world.

And he’s sitting in my house. What the hell?!

Dad chuckled nervously at my question, whereas Mom grinned, taking everything easy. Well, they both better have a reason, and a valid one at that either, or else.

Or else.

Or else I’m going to run away to the Simpsons’ house and room with Alli. Forever. Because there’s no way I’m going to live under the same room as Elliott Prince looking like a hobo off the dirty streets of Los Angeles. Wow, no thanks, okay.

“Well…” Mom began very slowly, trailing off, making sure to lock our gazes probably to let me that whatever she’s about to say is nothing but the truth. I don’t have a problem with that, but it gets uneasy for me, keeping our eye contacts at a line for a long time. “Why not all of us move to the living room and talk?”

“But why?” I pressed on, trying to get her to change her mind. I was in my sweats. In. My. Sweats! I look unpleasant. There is certainly no way I’m going there like that! I look like the biggest mess of all messes in this world! I can’t let Elliott Prince see me like that…

I. Would. Die.

Well, I’m sorry that despite the fact that my parents are directors, and they meet many celebrities and stuff, and I should have already gotten used to it but am not to most. (Actually, only to Elliott Prince. He’s like my celebrity crush. Has been ever since I first laid my eyes on him, anyway).

“Because we’re going to have a huge meeting,” she said in a matter-of-factly, making me narrow my eyes at her. What’s going on? It doesn’t even involve m― “That involves you,” she quickly added on, as though reading my thoughts, making me frown. “So, you have to be there.”

Please don’t tell me she’s not thinking about making me act? I can’t act. I don’t even sing. I also try to not appear at red carpets with my parents if unnecessary, my God.

“Honey, you look fine,” Mom assured, placing a hand on my shoulder for reassurance. Like hell I’ll believe her? She’s my mother. That’s a part of what mothers do; they assure their children of their doubts and make up lies to trick them! I shook my head. I never look fine in sweats.

Never, I say!

“Really, sweetheart, you look stunning as usual,” Dad added on right after my response. My eyebrows instinctively furrowed together tightly, again. Why, are they doing, this, to me. “Come on, let’s not keep Elliott and Michael waiting!”

And before I could retort, or basically respond, Mom had hooked her arm right around mine and pulled me along with her as she walked in tow after Dad, who was taking the lead.