We Met in Hollywood

His Dressing Room

How the he-- what the fuck is going on?! Daniel Sharman thinks I, me, Ambrosia Elizabeth Hill, is BEAUTIFUL?!

I looked up at those beautiful eyes and his pink lipped, perfect teeth smile. *i must be in heaven. This isn't real, I'm dreaming.* I thought to myself. I still hadn't said anything back, just stared with my jaw on the floor. "You're quite adorable when surprised, love." He said with that beautiful accent of his. "I'm pretty sure I'm in a dream right now. Why would Daniel Sharman think I was beautiful? It's because I'm dreaming. I just don't want to wake up." I told him.

He took my hand and led me out a back door that read "exit." No one had called or texted me and I sure as hell wasn't gonna go see them. I just followed him. "Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Oh I'm just kidnapping you and you'll never get away." He said sarcastically. Shit, I'd let him take me. "i think that's illegal Mr. Sharman." I said. "Your accent is the best thing I've ever heard, Ms. Ambrosia." I stopped walking which him stop since we were connected by our entwined fingers. "Why are you even interested in me, Daniel?" I suddenly asked. He studied me for a bit before saying, "you, ambrosia, are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on and I want to take you out." I stood not knowing what to think or say. Hell I wasn't even breathing.

"I'm here on a school trip. What about everyone else?" I said. "If they need you back for some life-or-death emergency ill take you back. But right now you are coming with me." He said somewhat sternly which made my heart go 90 to nothin. "What if I don't allow you to take me?" I asked even though everyone and Jesus knew I wasn't going anywhere. "We'll obviously you're okay with it since you're still walking with me." I slapped his bicep. Damn did he work out? I don't even know.