Perfect

Chapter Six: Honestly? I think it got run over by a truck

I literally cannot even, I can't even, I am unable to even, I am so unable to even."

- Tyler Oakley

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Chapter Six: Honestly? I think it got run over by a truck

I hate hair brushes.

Okay I take that back. I hate hair. My hair to be particular about it. Especially when I'm running late.

"Spencer!" I heard Zoe yell from down stairs. "The cars here."

"Shit." I muttered, yanking on the nearest coat and racing down the stairs. Zoe was standing by the door holding out my bag as I went racing by her out into the corridor.

"Don't kill each other!" She yelled after me as I ran for the stairs.

"No promises!" I yelled back.

When I ran out onto the street, a black shiny car was idling on the sidewalk looking exterimally out of place in the rundown neighbour hood. As soon as the driver saw me he hoped out and hurried round to open the door for me. I flashed him a quick smile as I slid into the car and almost slid across the intire back seat. I probably would have gone out the window if I hadn't managed to grab hold of the door handle as soon as the driver slammed it shut. Once I'd rightened myself, I dumped my bag on the floor and took a moment to glance around me. The car was similar to the one we'd ridden in from the airport, complete with flash seats and tinted windows. A wine glass and an unopened bottle of shampane were balanced on a side table in front of me and the morning news was playing on the small tv screen hanging from the ceiling. I only noticed then that my mouth was hanging open. How nice it must be to be rich.

I was only in the car for about twenty minutes before it rolled to a stop and the driver got out, only to appear again when he opened my door.

"Here we are Miss Rose." He said with a kind smile. I took the hand he offered me and climbed out of the car.

"Thank you." I said. The driver tipped me his hat.

"Anytime." He turned to go, but I caught hold of his sleeve, suddenly panicked.

"Where do I go?"

"Just follow the path up to the front door. They'll let you in when you knock. They're expecting you." He gave me a pat on the arm and then turned and headed back to his car. I was still standing in the driveway when he pulled back on the main road. Then I turned and began to walk up the tree guarded path, my heart hammering in my rib cage.

Just the size of the place made me feel sick. It was three stories high and made completly of white stone. Huge statues flanked either side of the steps and the gardens were so well kept I wouldn't have been suprised to see tiny gnomes running keeping it all tidy. It looked like something out of a movie set, too flash and Hollywood like to be real. Then of course I had to remind myself that I was actually in Hollywood.

When I reached the front steps I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. You can do this Spencer. I told myself. It's not hard. All you have to do is go and pretend to be in love with one of the biggest movie stars in the world. No big deal. I raised my hand and knocked three times. I'd barely stopped knocking when the door opened and a smiling woman with dark greying hair and kind blue eyes gazed out at me.