Hollywood HollyWON'T

Chapter Three

AN: ugh I know, I know, this is a pretty bad filler chapter, but it's really important to me that you see Julia with her friends, back home, and out here. I'm a little embarrassed to say that I've written ten chapters of this story, and yet I haven't uploaded till now because I couldn't figure out what to do with this chapter. But don't worry, I just wrote a scene from later on in this book, and trust me, it's gonna get interesting real soon...

Let me know if you like the story, and if you like the cast so far. Be sure to add to your library so that you'll know when I update!!

Picture of Hayden Pegg above

After the tour, my dad and Mia came to pick me up. We were off to the mall.

It took almost two hours until I finally settled on a pair of strappy black stilettos.

Then it was time to hit the food court. I was a sucker for Chinese, so of course that's where I went.

My dad and Mia were going on and on about the Hollywood sign and how cool it was, but I wasn't really paying attention.

I was thinking about Max and Hayden and their feud.

I had always imagined that Hayden always took offense, and Max defense, like in a football game.

I guess that was what happened today, but something had felt weird. It was like Max hadn't even noticed that he had hurt Hayden. I guess it had been going on for long enough that he was immune, but it seemed hard to miss the fact that actual tears had appeared in Hayden's eyes as he walked away.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm still a loyal Max Maniac, but still... it's hard to see someone almost cry. Even when it's your hero's sworn enemy.

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I had forgotten how much I love the beach. The feel of the wind in my hair, the smell of the sea, the sand under my feet...

I was wearing a black bikini, and a pair of flip flops I had bought in clearance at Target. I guess there were perks to not being famous. If Max Bing ever wore flip flops from Target... Yikes.

Hayden Pegg didn't seem to care though. He was always wearing 'affordable' clothing. At least, that's what the media called it. I liked to call it cheap. If your songs are always playing on the radio, splurge and get some designer jeans.

It was a bit hypocritical though, since I would never buy designer clothing.

I took my surfboard and headed towards the water until I heard something behind me.

I turned around, and in doing so, managed to slap the girl next to me with my surfboard.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry," I said, kneeling over to help her up.

"It's all good," she replied, but I didn't miss the fact that she was holding her jaw in pain.

"I don't have any ice, but I have a cold lemonade bottle, if that'll help," I suggested.

The girl grinned at me. "It's fine, I'm good. But I hope I never actually get injured with you around. Your first aid skills don't seem that great."

After that, we laughed for longer than we needed to, and ended up talking for almost forty minutes.

Turns out her name is Meg, she's seventeen, and she lives right here in Hollywood.

"Jules, let's go!" I heard my dad yell.

I said my goodbyes to Meg, exchanged numbers and Snapchats, and ran off to find my dad and sister.

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As soon as I got back, I FaceTimed my crew back home. I felt like so much had happened since the last time we spoke, and I had to update them ASAP.  After much discussion of whether Peter Owens had been flirting with Maya when he said 'hopefully I'll see you there' the convo turned to Max Bing.

"So is he as cute in real life?"

"What does he smell like?

"What was he wearing?"

I laughed. "One at a time girls. To answer your question, Yes, clementines and wood, and khakis and a short sleeve button down that looked so good with his skin tone.

With that, they all squealed. It was so weird that I was here without them, but that didn't mean I was going to act like we weren't together. I immediately told them every single detail of the last twenty four hours, even the ones no one but me would ever remember.

What can I say, I'm a fangirl. We were created to have good memories for random facts about celebrity's childhoods.

After that, we switched to make up mode, to discuss what look I should wear to the TSAs. After about two hours of talking, I was up to date on everything going on back home, and they were up to date on the Hollywood life.

What would I do without my girls?