Inside of the cab, I calmly explain all I know about Paul to Olivia.
The note, the coordinates, the suspicious clues.
But of course, Olivia is more worried about the smaller details.
"Wait, wait, hold up," she rudely interrupts,"Did you just say that he give the note to you, of all people?"
I sigh deeply and prepare for a lengthy lecture,"Yes, I thought I already explained that part?"
"Yeah, I know, I know you did, but why would such a glamorous A list celeb like him, invite, you of all people?
I laugh loudly, because I know that is she is jealous.
"I don't know!"
"Well he better change his mind, because we all really know who the star of the show is here," she preens, flipping her hair, dramatically.
"Olivia, you weren't invited, just leave it, okay?" I say.
"Well, just a warning,"she continues, still unfazed,"He seems like the stalker type to me, I mean, did you see the way he was looking at you at the airport? He was practically drooling!"
I blush slightly, but that quickly disappears, as I realize, Olivia is probably just exaggerating, to put me off the idea.
"And I swear to god, if he hurts you in any way," she continues," I will personally kick his ass myself".
We both giggle for a few moments, before I eventually feel the taxi coming to a slow stop.
The taxi guy turns around to face Olivia and I in the back seats.
"This is it, girls," he exclaims,"I would take you right to the entrance, but I hear the security is very tight, so you'll just have to make your own way around the block".
He graciously helps us carry all our beach items to the pavement, and Olivia hands over a ten dollar bill, to which the guy hands us over several coins in return.
" Well, this must be it," Olivia states, grumpily, dropping the surfboards on to the kerb, when we turn the corner.
I stare up at the rotting sign that reads Treasurefield Industrial Estate, and peer past the entrance, to where I spot two security men guarding the gate precariously.
"Ava, face it, we're never going to get in,"moans Olivia," they are not going to let two teenaged girls come wandering into a movie set with out explicit permission".
I hate to admit it but I realize she's probably right.
But I did not just waste ten dollars for nothing.
I leave Olivia standing gormless on the kerb, as I hastily march over towards the men. They are dressed in black, towering above me, as they stand, talking to one and other.
Not the type of people you should mess with.
"Umm...excuse me," I manage, feeling a tight lump in my throat.
The men both stop their conversation, and peer down at me, making me feel smaller than I already am.
"Missy, you should not be in these quarters," one says, pointing to a sign nailed to the wall," VIPS only, I'm afraid."
Before he steps forward to usher me back out onto the street, my mouth suddenly blurts out the words I swore I wouldn't say.
"But I was invited here, by one of your colleagues."
I feel automatically defeated as he chuckles quietly to himself.
"Oh, really," he mocks," and which one was that, huum?"
I gulp deeply as I realise, in a million years, I would never imagine saying this.
"Umm, it was.....Paul Walker."
I don't even finish saying the last word, before both security guards start to guffaw loudly, sending a piercing pain through my head.
" Oh, you crack me up, missy," the other man snorts, through bursts of laughter," but I highly doubt Paul invited you here, you're nothing more than a crazy little fan, that tells great fairy tales!"
"Now move along, we're here for real criminals."
I sigh deeply and turn on my heel, as I begin to walk away. I feel like crying, though I don't blame them for not believing me. I mean that wouldn't happen to any other normal person.
Before I make it back to Olivia, I hear a familiar voice, bellowing from across the yard.
Paul.
I turn around and smile, my face lighting up straight away.
"Paul!" I yell, making sure he can hear me.
He is strolling towards the gate in a casual manner, in the same old tattered converse, chewing greedily on a hot dog.
"Oh hey, Ava isn't it?" he mumbles, through his mouthful," I had a feeling I might see you here," he smirks.
I smile back, as the the security guards begin whispering between themselves.
"C'mon, gentlemen, what are you waiting for," Paul jokingly orders," this is no way to treat a guest".
The two men sigh loudly, as they take keys from their belts and unlock the big iron gate, which slowly creaks open.
" I can show you around, if you'd like," Paul asks, as I walk up to him.
I realize he is even more dazzling up close, his eyes glistening in the midday sun.
"Yes, I'd love that," I shyly answer, pushing my fringe back behind my ear.
He grins cheekily, and touches my arm gently, I shiver as he does.
"I'm on a filming break so we have plenty of time".
I nod in appreciation, as my gaze slowly shifts to Ava, who is still standing on the pavement, by herself.
Paul sees her too, and immediately signals her over.
"Ah, the chatterbox, you can come too," he laughs," you and Tyrese will get on well."
Olivia begins to blush as she walks over to us, clutching all our stuff in her arms.
"Wait, what?" she grins, excitedly.
Paul smiles and begins to walk away, slowly.
"I couldn't bring you here without introducing you to the family first!"
