Forget Hollywood, I Just Want Her

Prologue

Prologue:

**Easton POV**

I wake up to a bright light. What the fuck is that? I know I'm not on a movie set, and I'm not dreaming--at least I don't think so...

My groggy eyes force themselves and blinked a few times adjusting to the light. Once the world becomes clear to my blurry morning-vision, an angry growl erupts from my throat. I laugh, I sound like the werewolf role I played in one of my latest films.

"Sienna?" No answer. She is gone once again. Sienna, my current girlfriend, is probably jetting off to Cabo or Hawaii or some other island. She is busying with a modeling career that is taking off. I couldn't be more proud of her. But, between my movie premieres and her shoots, we barely have time to see each other. When we do, she is gone before I know it. Life's a bitch when it comes to relationships.

I rest my head on the fluffy down pillows surrounding my body. The bright light is coming from the window, shades up. I rolled my eyes at my airhead girlfriend for leaving them drawn once again. She knows that I like to sleep in on my days off. Who knows if she even came home last night...

I roll across the bed, stretching and reach for my iPhone. 5 new messages. Mr. West, you sure are the popular one.

[Hey Big Brother. I know you are probably busy with another movie, but I just wanted to say that I miss you and I love you.]

The first being from my younger sister, Lucy. Lucy is 10 and an innocent angel. She lives with my Mom in Washington state. On the West Coast, near the ocean. Being 19, and on my own in California was nice, but I miss my girls 24/7. I quickly reread Lucy's message, and send a quick reply.

{Hey Luce! I hope I didn't wake you up. I just wrapped up on my latest movie. Guess who's coming to visit you? :)}

I receive an instant reply. That's Lucy for ya!

[WHEN? I miss you!]

{Soon. I have a couple premiere deals, then I'll be up.}

[Okay :) I have to go because some of us actually have 4th grade. Love you East!]

{Love you too Luce}

The next message is from my publicist, Chance. The usual star-crazed-coffee-hyped woman left me the following text:

[E! I have a couple of magazine shoots lined up for you after you return from Florida. Let me know when you get this. xx]

I shake my head. The thirty-something year old woman who I call my publicist always ends her messages with an "xx", must be a British thing. Chance is based out of London but works in relation to other celebrities globally.

{I would be happy to do the interviews when I return home from Florida.}

Take that woman! Easton West doesn't mix business with pleasure. Okay...next message.

[Easty! I am in lovely Fiji modeling a new swimsuit line. I'm sorry I had to leave, babe. But I'll make it up to you in Florida ;) love you!]

{I can't wait baby. You know how much I love you ;) see you in Florida}

That's how it always is with Sienna. One minute everything is great, and then next she's gone and promising she will "make it up to me". According to Sienna, this means earth shattering sex. And let me tell you...she knows exactly what she is doing. But sex isn't everything, even if it's the best damn sex on the planet. Who knew that Easton West had a soft spot? Only me, I guess.

**Aven POV**

I sat at my laptop dazed and confused. The assignment was to explain yourself. The directions were so vague and there were no requirements other than to write. For some high school students, this was an easy kind of essay. No boundaries meant minimal effort, in other words, an easy A. For someone who over thinks, such as myself, this was a first class trip to hell and back. Great way to spend a Sunday night. I just finished the last of my coffee. I had downed my 4th cup in a half hour. What was I going to do?

I guess I could just start explaining myself. Honey colored hair with highlights. Grey eyes. 5'2". 100 lbs. Size 7 shoe...this wasn't working. Listing off all of my characteristics wasn't going to land me a solid grade.

What else defines me? The fact that I won't let any outside force affect what I, Aven Hill, want. Ebony also defines me. We have been best friends since...ever. I don't remember a day that we haven't spent with each other. I could probably write my paper about some yin and yang bull shit, because that's exactly what Ebony and I are. She is the sassy girl, totally outgoing and speaks her mind to complete strangers. Ebs is tall and curvy, making all the boys swoon over her body 24/7. I, on the other hand, have a problem trusting people and can be very guarded at times.

Ebony always has a new boyfriend, then a new breakup. I have never had a boyfriend. I play the role of the best-friend-who-brings-chocolate-ice-cream-over-during-a-really-hard-breakup. Not that I mind, because I love Ebony to death, but sometimes I wish I could be the girl going through the breakup. Not to have a broken heart, but to say that I have had a boyfriend and been loved like that.

I groaned in frustration as I looked at the blinking cursor on the computer screen. Still nothing. I can't write about what I want to. Even though I promised Ebony I would tell her absolutely everything, I can't. It's not the same as it was on the playground during first grade.

Then, the idea came to me. How? The background on my iPhone. Ebony, once again, changed it to a picture of Easton West. The shirtless picture of the Hollywood actor was the perfect topic to define me. I was an individual and didn't follow crowds, trends, or the "norm". Right now, the "norm" was Easton West. Pictures plastered against lockers, endless twitter followers, and love sick movie marathons featuring yours truly...Easton had taken over Florida. And that is on the complete opposite side of the country.

I began to write the paper, just finishing under 15 minutes. I never thought that Mr. West would come in handy. I guess he can prove anyone wrong. This was unusual though, because no one proves Aven Hill wrong...

Hey lovies!

I hope the prologue explain a little more and adds important background info! Let me know what you think!

Xoxoxoxo,

M.