“Okay, so…. Your really don’t know who I am”? He asked. “Nope, you’re Andrew Clough aren’t you” I asked. “Yes, but... Those camera people were the paparazzi. They follow me around because I’m famous” he said. I burst out laughing. He had a serious face on. “Are you being serious” I asked him. He nodded. “How come I’ve never seen you in the papers or online”?.
“Cause I’ve been away from the lime night for about the last…. Three years. You might be asking why I’m famous for. Well, my dad was a famous actor back then Mark Clough was his name. Every girl liked him and one caught his eye. My mum Lisa Clough. When they got married and had me we were known as the best family. We had everything we could ever dream of. My dad was rich; he had a beautiful wife a son, a home, a career. Then when I was sixteen my mum died suddenly. She died from a heart attack. I didn’t want to believe she was gone. My dad didn’t speak to anyone for two months, not even to me. My mum was my everything. My dad wasn’t giving me attention so I turned to doing drugs and drinking alcohol. I wasn’t myself for the past two years. My aunt was the one that stopped me. She helped me, she loved me. The media loved it. ‘The perfect family is not so perfect now’. ‘Andrew is now a druggie’. ‘No future for the Clough’s’. Those headlines hurt me. For the last year I’ve regained my position. That’s why I don’t drink anymore. I want to make her proud. Every move I make will appear in the paper and im sorry I dragged you into this without telling you. But I feel like im myself with you. Others judge me but I feel that you don’t. Just to let you know if you still want to go out with me, you’ll be followed most times.”
I didn’t know what to say. He had gone through so much by himself. How is it possible that I had never come across his face in the news. Did my parents know? Most probably. I really like Andrew but knowing that my every move will be assessed and known really bugs me. What should I do?
“Andrew, thank you for being honest with me. Im sorry you had to go through all of that by yourself. And even though being followed around by cameras and people each time you leave the house is annoying I don’t mind.” I said, meaning each word. He hugged me and kissed my forehead. “Thank you so much”. He was about to kiss me when he said, “I don’t want our first kiss to be on show”.
