Put Me in a Movie

Thirteen

Two weeks have gone by and dating Miguel felt like heaven. He was a family man. He always put his family first, especially his daughter. Gabriella was the light of his life and you were a close second. You were okay with that though, nothing could be more important than the bond between a parent and a child.

Today, you had a date with Miguel. It was nothing fancy, just brunch at a new underground restaurant that just opened in Los Angeles. This would be your first public appearance as a couple. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement.

Stella told you that this would be risky considering that Jessica still had some die-hard fans. No matter how much Jessica would defend you, some of them would still hate you.

You were wearing a casual top and a white pleated tennis skirt. It's what Miguel told you to wear. He didn't want to draw too much attention to you. He wanted this to be as intimate as possible.

There was a knock at your door and some barking that followed. Miguel was dropping off Fern after she had a sleepover with Gabriella. He was also here to take you out on your date. Even though he told you to dress casually, you still tried to look your best.

You opened the door and saw Miguel standing there with a dog in one arm and beautiful pink roses in the other.

"Oh, Miguel, you didn't have to," you smiled softly at him. Your heart was melting at the fact that he was gentlemanly enough to get you a gift. Fern wiggled from his arms and jumped into the threshold of your home. "Do you want to come in?"

"Please," Miguel kissed your cheek as he walked into your home. "Is there somewhere you want me to put this?"

"Just give them to me and I'll put them in a vase." You walked over to one of your cabinets and grabbed a pretty green vase that used to be Princess Diana's that you won in an auction. It's one of your most prized possessions to date.

"You ready?" Miguel asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

The water was still running as you tried to process the question. You really liked Miguel and you were willing to do anything as long as they didn't push your boundaries. Sometimes, the fans could be brutal to the partners of their celebrity crushes. Miguel had a lot of fan girls, you used to be one of them, but never to that extreme. For example, people call Zawe Ashton, a great actress, Tom Hiddleston's soon-to-be wife, and the mother of his child, 'ugly and not good enough for Tom' even though Zawe is a beautiful woman who doesn't deserve the hate.

"I think I can handle it." You run off the tap when the water gets halfway full in the vase. You put the vase on the table and cut the roses diagonally at the bottom and put them into the vase.

"If it gets too much just tell me, mi linda princesa." He took your head in his hands and leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Now, we need to go. Turns out the place needed reservations and we have one for two thirty."

The drive to the restaurant was hot and not in a steamy way. You loved living in California, it was definitely better than living in your small town in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes the heat could get unbearable. You were lucky though, you were sure the people in Arizona would trade the heat any day.

Someone must have tipped off the paparazzi that you and Miguel were going to be there today because when you arrived at the restaurant, there were at least five paparazzo's there. What year were you guys in? 2005?

"If you want, I can get out and open your door for you," Miguel said as soon as he parked the car in one of the closest available spots.

You made eye contact with one of the paparazzi and rolled your eyes as he pointed his camera at Miguel's car. You shook your head, "It's fine. I'm a big girl. I can do this"

"Alright." Miguel got out of the car and waited for you on the hood of his car. Flashes and flashes of lights and clicks of the camera sounded as soon as Miguel exited the car. You knew that he would look good in the pictures. He always looks good.