Show Me the World || Dave Franco ff

chapter 1

This is my fifth time walking into Lectura Books this year. Lectura Books is the place I go to "attempt" to get my books published. 5 is my lucky number so maybe today I'll get published. I have no choice, my rent is due soon and I'm unemployed... I have no hope. No, no, stop thinking negatively, you will get published today. This book is my only hope. I just need to pray for a positive outcome.

"You look nervous," the man across the room spoke out. Why thank you for noticing, I mean I am not at all having nervous sweats and not regretting not putting on deodorant this morning. Why would you think I'm nervous?! I'M OBVIOUSLY NERVOUS.

"Only the slightest," I replied not letting myself lash out at him, "I have to get published today or I'm screwed," and that was the truth.

"What's your book about?"

"It's called County Girl, a girl mourns the loss of her dog but ends up-"

"Indigo Valleroy, your turn," a woman said. Thanks for interrupting me, I really appreciate it.

She looked happy with her job, ruining people's life. I mean she might as well ruin mine, for God's sake shes escorting me to Satan's lair.

She opened the office door and there sat Mr.Fisher, my publisher. Well he hasn't published any of my books. And I've presented him with 7, 7 freaking books... But this book, Country Girl, is my best one yet. This is Mr.Fisher and I's 5th appointment about this one book. Each time he's noticed an error in the plot, but this time is sure to be the last. I have edited and revised it over a thousand times.

"Country Girl by Indigo Valleroy," He said pulling out the "y". He seemed uninterested as always.

"Mr.Fisher, I've told you this hundreds of times. I prefer Indi." Not hundreds, thousands.

"And I've told you hundreds of times, I prefer Walter. Mr.Fisher makes me sound old."

Well you kinda are.. At least I didn't say it out loud.. At least I don't think I said it out loud. Did I say that out loud? Oh crap I think I said it out lout

"Listen 'Indi'," Ok good, I didnt say it out loud.

"I'm giving up on this book. It's just not exciting. No reader would have any intention to continue reading this book after the first page. I'm sorry but I'm done meeting with you"

Wow.

My mind is blanking. Heat rushed to my head. Water rushed towards my eyes. I couldn't take it, the tears started rolling. Angry tears, the worst kind. The kind to make your temperature rise to 150 degrees.

I stood up and stomped to the door and slammed it shut. I found the nearest bathroom and locked myself inside. I tried so hard, how can this book not be good enough?! UGH!

When I looked in the mirror my face was cherry red, my eyes were red and all I saw was red.

I even tried to look nice today. I has loosely curled my chestnut hair and even put on some
lipstick. I HARDLY EVEN WEAR LIPSTICK AND NOW IT'S WASTED BECAUSE NOW I LOOK UGLY!

My hazel eyes became prominent against the red. My eyes were the only things that still seemed the same.

I found my calm, I just had to breathe.

In, out, in, out.

I had become less red and looked manageable enough to walk out of the building... By manageable I mean I did not look like a rat. If anything I looked more like an anteater. An angry anteater.

The moment I left the tears started falling again. Not out of anger this time but I was still upset. At least sad tears didn't make my face red.

I had four blocks to walk to get to my apartment. I kept my head down not wanting to look at anyone. Or apparently anywhere I was going for that matter because I had hit something and stumbled back. Great, I've probably bruised my head.

I looked up to meet these deep beautiful brown eyes. I had ran into someone not something.

"I'm sorry," I tried to scurry away and avoid eye contact.

"Hey wait!" the man called to me.

I slowly turned around, "Yes?"

I sniffled

"Why are you crying ma'am?"

I am not crying, just sweating through my eyes.

I looked up.

"Wow," he murmured. He looked awestruck at my presence.

"What is it?" I said.

"Um, nothing. Uh, hey I was on my way to go get coffee," he pointed to the cafe, "Would you like to join me? I mean we could talk about it if you'd like."

"Uh, yeah, sure." Go ahead Indi, follow the stranger. Try to not get murdered. After all it is Los Angeles.

Why not follow him? the last thing I want to do right now is die and by going with him there's about a 25% chance of that, so why not?

I followed the stranger into the cafe and sat with him at a table for 2. My, he was pretty. I hadn't noticed it but he was about the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Except for that guy at disneyland, wait no, that was an ad for hair gel... Never mind, this man is the most beautiful person I have actually seen in person.

"Oh, I'm Dave by the way." Oh yeah I forgot to ask for his name.

"Indi."