INTUITIVE, austin butler

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"My Oscar nominee is home!" Lana perks up as soon as I walk in through the door, and I flash her a halfway smile. "Oh, no... did it go bad?" She asks when she sees the expression on my face.

I hate to admit it, but the first impression I got from Austin really does not make me excited. I've worked with my fair share of douche bags in this industry, but nobody has ever just blatantly been an asshole the first time I met them. I don't know what his problem is, and i honestly couldn't care less about what he thinks of me, but I will not have him ruin this for me. I don't know, and I don't care, what he thinks he knows about me, but he's wrong. Whatever he's heard, or thinks he's seen, is wrong.

"No, not at all..." I place my bag on the counter as I sit down next to Lana at our counter, "I met the majority of the cast, and for the most part they were all super cool."

"But..." Lana motions her hands for me to continue.

"My love interest," I make a sour face just thinking about him, "He's horrible."

"Horrible looking?" Lana pops a chip into her mouth, a loud crunch noise coming from her mouth.

"No, he's gorgeous," I reluctantly admit, "but he was a complete bitch. He had absolutely no filter." I grab the bag of chips and grab myself a handful.

"Austin Butler, right?" Lana furrows her eyebrows.

"Unfortunately, yes." I place the last chip in my mouth, and wipe the crumbs off my hands. I head towards my room in hopes of escaping this conversation about Austin, but Lana just follows right behind me. I almost forgot how damn nosy she is.

"Hm," She hums to herself, "I know his manager. He's cool."

I grab a change of clothes and a towel to take a shower, Lana following me into the bathroom too.

"I'm sorry he sucked," She turns around while I take my clothes off and hop in the shower. "You'll just have to one up him tomorrow."

"Lana, dear," I grab a handful of shampoo, lathering it all over my hair. "Can I give you details once I'm done showering?"

I hear her scoff, "No? I used to sit with you while you showered everyday."

I roll my eyes at her as I wash the soap out of my hair. "Lana that was back when I was scared to be alone." During my hiatus, and especially right after the incident, I needed Lana by my side at all times. I needed her presence so badly that she had to sit in the bathroom with me while I showered, and when she left the house occasionally, I would not only lock all the doors, but duct tape them too.

"I don't care if you're all grown up now, hotshot. Im your manager, and I want details, damnit!" I can practically see the expression on Lana's face. Her 'trying-to-be-a-stern-manager' expression.

"Fine!" I huff as I continue to yell over the sound of the water pouring down. "I introduced myself, and held out my hand to shake," I grab some conditioner, lathering it all over my ends. "and he basically looked at me like I killed his fucking dog."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"Very little. He said it was nice to meet me, but it was the most passive aggressive thing anyone has ever said to me." I put my head under the warm stream of water. "Oh!" I stick my head out of the shower curtain, "Then, when I shook his hand, he pulled his hand back and I swear he wiped it off on his shirt."

"What!?" Lana tosses her head back as she laughs loudly, "There's no way!"

"Yes way. It was truly the weirdest... most awkward introduction ever." I take my bottle of body wash that smells like sweet lemons, and wipe it all over my body. All of my shower products are lemon scented—I've been obsessed with lemon scented things since I was 6 and tried lemonade for the first time.