It Started With A Whisper

Prologue

           My best friend was a professional fangirl.

On every job application she'd submitted over the last three years, under previous job experience, it'd be the first thing she'd list. Not the fact that her father was world-renowned Oscar-nominated director Alexander Simon. Not that her older half brother was an indie producer that'd won last year's Sundance Film Festival.

No, my crazy, albeit persistent, best friend thought that would seal the deal for all and any job she wanted to get. Alexa Simon wouldn't take no for an answer, and I suppose we had her rich, famous Daddy to thank for that.

Alexander Simon was the biggest-and frankly the only famous- person to come out of our small little backwoods town in Oregon. He fathered two children from two different mothers thanks to those trusty playboy skills in college, and unfortunately had both children thrusted into his arms within months of one another-thus his relocation to smallest, off the map town he could find. Though it was a hellish experience for him, having to raise to Alexa and Ace on his own, it was as if I'd been handed a gift from God by not only being blessed with one best friend for life, but two.

From the second we'd grabbed the same jump rope at recess in kindergarten, Alexa and I had been inseparable, and when I'd been introduced to Ace hours later, our duo quickly became a trio. Unfortunately, my friendship with him came to a close the summer of our Junior year. We'd had a fling that ended disastrously, and graduating a year early, he didn't have to stick around and bask in the oh-so-wonderful aftermath of the pain and hurt I was left to reel in. Instead, he followed in his director father's footsteps and shadowed Mr. Simon. While Alexa and I finished off high school, Ace was traveling the world to help his father direct his latest film.

The very film my best friend was currently slouched in the computer chair opposite of me pouting over. She might as well of added Class-A persuader to the list of Job experience. As the moment she puckered those full lips and stared up at her father with her big green eyes, long, thick lashes blinking rapidly as if she were going to cry, he almost always gave into her. And though she spent most of her off time lying to young, gullible teenagers claiming to be a celebrity-this time would be different.

This movie was supposed to be the best of the year. With Mr. Simon being labeled as the next John Hughes on every news outlet, he had big shoes to fill-and Alexa would only be a distraction. Not just to him, but to Ace, and of course the person she was swooning over.

Miles Mathers.

As she spun around in the computer chair, I crossed my right leg over my left and propped my head up on my hand, feeling a little nauseous from watching the repeated spinning motion.

"Okay, Nova, I think I have a plan."

Oh, this can't be good.

Every one of Alexa's plans ended about as disastrously as my relationship with her brother. That couldn't happen, not tonight, not with this movie.

"Why don't you just let it go this time, Lex?" I asked, eyes flickering from her blonde hair wisping around her to the poster of a very shirtless and heavily photoshopped poster of Miles Mathers over her head. "I mean, we'll get to see the movie no matter what."

She stopped spinning hearing my words, looking as if I'd just broke the news of a premature death to her. "It's Miles freaking Mathers, Nova. I have to meet him! We'll fall in love and adopt like ten children."

I'd been hearing all about this little fantasy since we'd first seen him in some beach movie back our Junior year of high school. Only, it seemed that my nineteen year old best friend hadn't quite outgrown her infatuation with him.

"Orrr," I drew out the syllables as I leaned back on the bed, "he could find us the most repulsive girls ever and throw up at the sight of us."

I had a midterm in desperate need of studying for, but my best friend's fantastical plan seemed to take priority over it, as she was sitting at my desk and looked as though I'd have to grab a shovel to pry her from it unless I agreed to this horrible idea.

"Anyways," she stood and crossed the room to me, "let's get back to my plan. Daddy said he couldn't get us in, but I know someone who can."

I dropped my gaze, "This involves Ace, doesn't it?"

The smirk that inched its way across her face was an answer in itself.

"Oh, come on, Nov. Like, I know you guys are still kind of weird, but he still loves you. It's not like he'll mind seeing you. It's been like a year."

I groaned, flopping back on the bed dramatically. She didn't take the hint and continued with an excited bounce in every step.

"Despite what you say, he's still totally in love with you and if you even bat your eyelashes in his direction, he'll be distracted long enough for me to snatch some passes from Daddy's bag. He's always in charge of carrying it around."

"This is a terrible idea, Lex." I said, rubbing a hand down my face. "Like this could end catastrophically bad."

She made a clicking noise with her tongue, crossing her arms over her chest. "It is a great idea."

I wanted desperately to take her by the shoulders and shake this fantasy out of her head, but something kept me from it. Maybe it was our promise that we'd always have each other's back no matter how ridiculous the situation, or maybe it was knowing that she was still so lost and trying to find herself. She needed me, that was clear in the desperation in her anxious green eyes.

Heaving out the most dramatic sigh I could manage, I sat upright and shrugged my shoulders. "Okay. Let's do this."

***AN***

*Edited*

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