That's Hollywood | a Spencer Reid Fan-fiction

3. Purple

Ruby

Something about being in LA reminded me of my childhood. I had spent so many sleepless nights as a young girl looking up celebrity homes, reading gossip and watching behind the scenes interviews with movie casts. As I grew up into my teens I was fascinated by YouTuber's who lived in the city and would watch their vlogs on repeat. Pretending that I was one of their friends with them on the beach in Malibu, or sitting along side them as they got to attend blockbuster movie premiers and interview A list actors.

However, I grew up in rural Ontario, Canada. Just too far north for a day trip to Toronto to be enjoyable, and certainly too far from Los Angeles to be invited on a spontaneous branded vacation with that months hottest YouTubers. Instead, I pushed my friends to make YouTube videos with me in our backyards, doing our best to pretend that we all didn't hate being stuck in the middle of no where.

Our YouTube channel's never took off. In fact, most of my friends weren't even interested in acting. But we were the group of rejects, as I liked to call us. The ones that didn't totally fit in with the athletes, the popular kids, the nerdy kids or even the theatre kids. We were each maybe a little too overzealous with our interests, which ended up annoying other kids, but brought us together instead.

When you grow up in a rural town, you're sort of stuck with the same group of people for what feels like your whole life. Sometimes families moved away from town and you never end up talking to one of your classmates or friends ever again, and then sometimes families move into town and the new kid becomes the most popular kid ever because none of us had ever been anywhere besides our little town. Therefor the new kid already has more life experience than the rest of us.

Jenna was one of those new kids. She and her family had joined town at the start of our grade ninth year of high school. Truthfully, she would have fit in so well with the popular kids or even the athletes, who by default were also popular kids who just talked about sports 90% more than the average person. Jenna was beautiful, kind, funny. She got along with everyone. And yet, she chose our group of rejects to hang out with at lunch, in between classes, and after school.

We instantly became tied at the hip as best friends. And when I told her about my dreams to become an actress, she encouraged me to follow my heart and do whatever it took to reach those dreams. And I did the same for her when she told me she wanted to be a photographer. I let her use me as a model as long as she let me use her photos for headshots.

Then everything happened so fast and I was moving with my family to New York City at 15 years old, kickstarting my career in acting after I was cast in a Broadway show. Jenna followed a couple years later after being accepted to University in the city with her extensive photography portfolio. And somewhere around the age of 21 I hired her as my manager, as a way to help me transition from Broadway to big time movies. Now at 25, here we are in sunny Los Angeles about to shoot my very first leading role in a big time movie.

"Are you excited?" Jenna asks as she helps me unpack my belongings. We just finished unpacking her room.

The rental house was stunning, and Spencer, my new security, had been kind enough to leave the two bigger rooms for Jenna and I. I haven't even had the time to get to know him yet, between unpacking and eating some takeout for dinner. He kept his distance, walking around the property every now and then, his shadow just barely visible at the edge of the yard when I look out the bedroom window.

First impression, he seemed to take the job seriously. But he was so tall and lanky, he didn't look like the kind of person who would hurt a fly, so what was he going to do if he had to confront someone trying to get too close to me?