Celebrity Status (currently being revised to 1st person) Walk of Fame-- Book 1

Chapter One

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business companies, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

No part of the publication and its associated content may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without written permission of the author. Copyright infringement is punishable by law.

All rights reserved.  © Copyright 2012

*This story contains explict language which may offend some readers. Please read at your own discretion*

 Does he tell you that you're beautiful?

Does he say the things he should?

Does he hold you close and not let go?

Does he treat you like I would?”

- Bach's Revenge debut album, track 6

 One hour, thirty seven minutes and fourteen seconds. It took precisely that long for an armchair to mold to one's ass. Sebastian knew. He’d been sitting in the same one for precisely that long and the thing was getting far too personal with his backside. His wristwatch lit up like mini lightning strikes as he checked the time with the frequency of a regular OCD patient.

She was about to provide him with some much needed entertainment for the evening because she’d try to sneak in. No doubt about it. Considering she was about as graceful as an elephant, it’d be good for a laugh. Funnier still, it would all be for naught. He was the only one here, alone in the dark, like a hunter stalking its prey.

His leg was as impatient as his brain, shaking up and down like it was connected to a damned battery charger. His keychain wound through each finger and back again while the second hand on his watch ticked and ticked, as if it were trying to taunt him. Keep. Waiting. Keep. Waiting.

Where the hell was she? He needed her. To see her face, hear her voice, to hold her. His nerves were imploding and Charlie was the only one who could make him feel right. She was number one on his mind, followed by tomorrow when his future would hang precariously in the balance. His entire life would be defined in one moment and even so, all he could think about was her.

The foam underneath him needed a time out but before he could move to stand, he heard the front door open. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before seeking the switch on the lamp. He pictured her stealthy efforts to sneak in, like a criminal about to earn prime air time on the next episode of America’s Most Wanted.

As the bedroom door nudged open, his breathing evened out and when her lean silhouette entered, he twitched, quashing the urge to turn the light on. Timing was everything. Her frame continued forward, arms stretching over her head to take off her shirt.

Yup, tonight was definitely looking up.

When she was close enough to hear every single inhalation and exhalation of her breath, he flicked the switch and illuminated the room. She squinted at the sudden invasion to her eyes and opened her mouth to scream. He sprang to his feet and cupped his hand over her mouth. “Shhh,” he said, “it’s me.”

Her hand shot up above her heart to keep it from ripping from her chest. Her words were jumbled, imprisoned by the palm of his hand. “For Christ sakes, Sebastian! You scared the crap out of me!”