PAPARAZZI

Eight

You blink your eyes to see if what you're seeing is real, because he may just look like any other person, but when he speaks, you realize it's not.

"What's with the look."

"Did you see a ghost or something." Jay said, giving you reason to return to reality.

You take a slight step back as you watch Jay pick up his guitar from the sand and sit on the beach chair.

You were suddenly speechless. It's a mix of emotions, wondering if he's truly the man you admire because he's so different from the camera and the restaurant where you saw him.

When Jay notices you're still standing, he looks at you while brushing his soaked hair with his hand.

"Do you need something?" he asked.

His voice causes your heart to race faster.

"Are you Jay?" you said, wanting to ensure that he was indeed Jay and not someone with a similar appearance.

Jay gives a slight chuckle before strumming his guitar.

You expected him to ignore you, which made you feel embarrassed, but after a moment of silence, he responded.

"There is only one Jay in this world. And if you find one who looks like me, it will be my child."

The last words he said make your cheeks feel hot, prompting you to side your face to hide, you cough slightly as you feel butterflies in your stomach.

What exactly does he mean by that? Does he mean he wants to have kids?

"I just get a little confused because you dye your hair." You say even though he did not ask for an explanation.

"I want to try new things." He simply replied.

"Ah, it's looks good on you."

You had no idea if he was uncomfortable in your presence or if he was responding on purpose to avoid being rude, so you began to leave to give him privacy.

You're about to start walking when he stops you, but his gaze remains fixed on his guitar.

"Join me"

"Ha?"

"Join me." Jay repeat.

"Is it okay to stay here?"

"I don't own this, so yes."

As you sit in the unoccupied beach chair beside him, a slim smile begins to form on your face.

You didn't expect to have the opportunity to have deep conservation with him in person after being a fan of him for so long.

Maybe if that will happen, you'll have to buy a VIP fanmeet package, because that's the most common reality when you're a fan girl you have to invest money to achieve happiness, because money runs everything.

"Um, Jay,"

He gazed at you.

"Aren't you aware you were talking with a random stranger?" you asked, pointing to yourself.

"I don't mind."

You look around to see if there is a camera nearby, because you know showbiz is full of paparazzi, and even though you are one of them, you are still afraid of having a photo taken because it will probably posted on social media.

Jay may be able to handle his own name due to his influence in the industry. But you can't because you're only a student, and the fact that your parents won't do anything about it is a shame.

"But you are not a simple person, you are famous. Aren't you afraid they'll give you incorrect information about-"

he cut you off.

"I don't need to clean my name anymore because it's already damage."

You just stare at him, thinking about what you're going to say as your conscience is eating you.

"Sometimes it's best to be normal people. You have nothing to do or care about, you can do whatever you want."

You look down, unsure if you can still look at him since you never thought he'd have a spot like that.

Maybe what you see on camera is not the same from behind, and even though Jay did not express it, you know he is struggling.

The brief silence was broken only when someone suddenly called. you, causing both of you to turn around.

It was Jen, one of your grandmother's housekeepers.

Before Jen could approach you, you exchanged goodbye glances with Jay.

"I'll go now." you say.

Jay just nodded and said nothing.

Jen continues to call you, but you return your gaze to him again.

"I know it's strange to ask you, but, If you have time, let's meet tomorrow in this place with the same time."

You know it is impossible for Jay to grant it, because even you don't know where you got the courage to say that, but one thing is for certain, You will go tomorrow, whether he comes or not.