The New Yorker meets Royalty

Chapter 4: Jealousy, maybe?

"James." It was a firm yet passionate call. I turned around slowly and replied, "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say how adorable you looked when you fell down from the tree. You were like sent from heaven."

She just looked down and blushed. It's so hard to act cool around her when her presence represents royalty and beauty. I just chuckled, and looked away to hide my nervousness.

"Why thank you. Oh by the way, I'm sorry for what happened," I shyly said.

"It's alright. What you did was such a heroic act. You saved the cat to help the little girl. I bet you're just hiding your superhero identity."

She laughed softly. Words just cannot explain how I'm feeling. She's such a sweetheart. For some odd reason, I was so glad that I fell from the tree. I just chuckled at her comment.

"You guessed right, I am a superhero. I am Super James!" I dramatically shouted. She laughed out loud. Her laugh is like music to my ears. I can't help but adore that angelic smile of hers.

"How I wish you would save me someday from an evil villain," she simply said. For the first time in forever, I was feeling giddy. I've never experienced this kind of feeling before, very odd.

"I expect that day to come, milady," I replied with a prince charming like voice.

She giggled once more, and playfully slapped my right arm.

I took this moment to observe her; I realized she's getting lovelier each day. Even if the camera is not rolling, she's still stunning.

While we were talking, a man suddenly appeared between us. I think he's the lucky bastard whom Audrey kissed a while ago.

"Hey Audrey," he greeted.

"Why, hello Fred. I almost forgot! I have to introduce you to my friend," she said.

Just a "friend" huh?

"Fred, this is James and James, this is Fred."

I just forced a smile, and we shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you, James. You're familiar," he said.

"I'm James Dean," I simply stated.

"Right! I remembered now. You're the guy from the upcoming film, Rebel without a cause. It's amazing how you became famous in just a short period of time."

I don't even know why I felt annoyed. I faked a laugh, and nodded.

"Oh by the way Audrey, the director told us that we should practice together more often," he added.

My fists clenched with anger. He doesn't even know how much I wanted to kill him right now.

"Really? That would be lovely. Besides, we're going to Paris next month and I'm not yet ready," She said.

Anger and jealousy are colliding in my head right now.

What's worse is that there are already scenes of them together in my mind. There's a possibility that they may catch feelings for each other, and they're going to Paris? Paris is the city of love for goodness sake!

"James? Are you alright?" Audrey asked, concerned. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and replied, "Yes. I'm fine."

She just nodded slowly as if she's in doubt.

"Are you already done?" I added.

"Yes. That means we could go now," she happily said. My inner self just back flipped a couple of times, and shouted with victory.

"But before we go, can we go to my apartment first?" She added.

"Yeah, sure." I then held out my hand for her, and she took it.

My heart and my inner self just made a back flip once more.

Her hand was small and smooth, perfect combination. How I wish I could hold her hand every day. Then we strolled out of the set, and walked towards my motorcycle.

Sadly, we have to let go our hands. I climbed the bike first, then escorted her by taking her hand again and helping her to climb in.

When we're already settled, she put her arms around my waist. I suddenly trembled with nervousness, and blissfulness.

My anger just faded away.

When I accelerated my bike, she held on even tighter. I froze in delight.

Yet, I can feel her shaking in fear. I turned my head back a little and asked, "Hey Audrey, are you alright?"

"Yeah. I-I'm fine. I'm just not used to motorcycles, darling. Don't worry about me," she replied. I just nodded, and finally took off.