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Austin Carmichael, a curious teenage boy and the son of two famous and filthy rich public figures, has everything and yet nothing. He was his mother's third child trying his best to keep his...
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I quickly fish my keys out of my pocket and unlock my car while the strange man with the camera tries to catch up with us.
"Austin, one word. Just one and I'll leave you alone" he begs rushing towards us.
I push Austin to the backseat and close the door. I get in the front and as soon as I'm about to start the car, the man hits on the window causing Austin to yell in the back.
"Yo, fuck outta here" I flip him off and step on the gas as he runs behind the car. He's crazy as fuck.
When we're at a distance, I check if he's still following us in the rearview mirror and when he's not, I slow down.
"Bruh, what was that" I take a much needed breath. That was my first time seeing anything like that.
When I look in the mirror again, I see Austin hiding behind some of my stuff. He takes a quick peak and cover his face again.
"Hey, he's gone" I tell him and I steal some glances of how he slowly comes out of hiding with his hair disheveled. He looks behind us before sighing in relief and barely sitting up.
"You can come up front if you want. I got a bunch of stuff I don't really use back there" I say slowing the car down and he and he carefully makes his way to the front.
When he finally sits down and wear the seatbelt, I grab a spare one of my hats from the back and hand it to him.
"You could wear it" I give it to him and he looks at it, "your hair's distracting. It could give you away" I add.
"T-thanks" he says softly and wears it tucking the rest of his ear sticking out behind his ear. He also fixes his clothes and sits properly tapping his hands on his legs. I watch all of his steps and when he notices me watching, we both look away awkwardly.
He looks down and I clear my throat focusing ahead of me, "so, what was that."
"S-sorry that happened. It was the paparazzi. I didn't think they would notice that it was me. They normally don't go around the house" he sulks and my eyebrows go up in astonishment.
"You a famous celebrity or something?"
He swiftly shake his head. "I-I'm not.....my family is so they come to my house sometimes" he explains.
"Aaahhh, ight, so I'm guessing this is where you live" I point when we go by a house with to a bunch of people in front of a gate with cameras and he ducks.
