What Happens in L.A.

Chapter 6: Word Wars

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The shambles of Jayce's utopia laid lifelessly on the floor. Of course it was nothing dire, it was due to Jayce snatching a picture of himself off his wall, then proceeding to ball it up and throw it on the ground. Jayce had awakened in an icy sweat, he had another one of his reoccurring dreams where he was someone else. It was a nightmare- in the dream, he was his mother. He rolled out of bed, hitting the floor with a loud thump!

He found a magazine on the floor next to his picture, heading with the story from the minivan reporter.

"Damn that sneaky bastard." He complained, upset that his latest scandal ended up in a mediocre celebrity entertainment tabloid, and YouTube. It had been a week, and he expected the reporter would keep his promise. Addilyn and her mother burst in his room, mouths ready for word war.

"What the hell are you doing to my house?!" Mrs. Holdings exclaimed.

"You won't have a house if my career goes to the pits." Jayce said dramatically. He remained on the floor, a twisted mess in the sheets.

"You are a soap actor for daytime television. Your father- may I remind you, is an unknown director, manages you. Where do you expect to get?" Addilyn spat, clearly awaken by Jayce from a heavy slumber.

"He's actually pretty well known in Canada." Mrs. Holdings replied. But, Mr. Holdings's wealth did not come from his small time directing work. His family made their fortune by selling brooms and mops. Mr. Holdings, determined to prove he could pave his own way, tried to detach himself from his family by establishing a career in whatever country where he was not known as: "Holdings- The Comfortable and Cleaning Broom". Although the broom was a very pleasant invention and padded your hand from blisters caused by vigorous sweeping, he wanted nothing to do with the company; but of course he kept the money.

"Anastasia is right." Jayce said nodding his head."But the video got out." Mrs. Holdings replied with a single nod at Jayce and a tight-lipped frown, then left the room.

"Whatever. Can you please leave now? You usually don't even stay the night here when you're in town." Addilyn hissed at Jayce. "And I'm the one who put the mag in here. You're welcome."

He shook his head, standing up. "Nice to see that you care. I actually wanted to ask you something."

"No."

"Just hear me out- I need a cover."

"You need to leave and start looking for casting calls. What good will a cover do for a soap actor?"

"I'm not a soap actor, damn it." Jayce was already getting flustered trying to ask Addilyn for help. "Besides it worked for Kim Kar-"

"Is everyone who is desperately searching for fame going to bring up Kim? Get a butt, some boobs, a rap-star boyfriend, then you might have a shot." Addilyn laughed.

"Yes! About a boyfriend -"

Addilyn looked at him questioningly. "Oh. . . that kind of cover? I knew it. Now that's a way you'll get fans and auditions. Everyone loves the gay boy."

"No! I mean, about a girlfriend. I need one. To explain all the shes I said. The interview is next week." Jayce finished.

Addilyn understood his reasoning, but it still did not make her soften up for Jayce. Jayce was one of those people you could never be sympathetic to, and she observed that from his father. "Well I don't know anyone, anyways. We both know I hardly talk to my friends. And what you said before you saw the camera man wasn't the part anyone paid attention to. It was once you saw him."