against reality | gmw

Miranda Avery

xx in stories that ive read, lucas is always the rich one and maya, less fortunate. what if they switched roles? hope u enjoy this 'cloud 9' inspired fic

"Emma, can you please hand me the orange Hermès Birkin and my Givenchy wallet?" Miranda Avery Yvonne Aniston-Hart sat at her soft pink dresser putting on her Van Cleef & Arpels earring flew in specially from France. With two delicate spritzes of Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom & Honey Perfume from London, she slipped on her gold Moschino dress, striding across the floor picking up her phone and sitting down.

Scrolling through her Instagram feed, she noticed a picture of her best friend and her fiancée at the red carpet event she was supposed to be at right that moment. She got up, picking up her purse and walked out to her bed house entrance where a Porsche was ready to drive her to her front gate to board a Mercedes-Benz limousine to get to the event.

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And on the other side of town, across the street of the fabulous movie premiere of the newest blockbuster movie, Take It and Run, Lucas Jake Friar was bathing a Pomeranian-Spitz breed at the Hot Doggies, while his nasty little Pug was rummaging around all the perfectly organised toys for the grand Chihuahua owned by the oh-so-famous New York elite, Miranda Aniston-Hart, otherwise known as Miss Maya Hart.

"Huh. Never thought that even Maya would be late for her best friend's epic movie screening. Right, Buford?" he picked up the shaggy Spitz-Pom and placed him on a towel to roll over in.

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"Miss Aniston, over here please!" the recurring calls of the overwhelming paparazzi caused Maya's ears to go practically deaf. Their constant, annoying flashes made her pack a pair of sunglasses even at night. As she posed high-fashion and without any sign of smiling on her smooth, made-up face, a young man with a dark blonde head and striking green eyes grinned at her in the very corner of her eyes.

She didn't care about what the others would say, but she went along with what her heart told her and ran away from all the publicity and just, hid. However, in the process of the fairly easy escape plan, she used the bike that her rich-ass boyfriend, Brandon Lee stole from the Hot Doggies shop. She sped towards the Ferrari parked behind the building, where Brandon was waiting.

"Hey!" Maya jumped off and landed coolly in the front seat of his car. The bike skidded across but stopped when it hit a wall. As she reversed, the car ran over the old rickety bike. "Oh, well. Haha!"

They drove around town, sunglasses on and car top down, and anybody could practically tell the adrenaline rush on her face from running away from her best friend's movie premiere and engagement announcement, stealing a bicycle from a dog washer, and then go cruising around town to be easily spotted by the paparazzi.

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"Yeah, and don't forget when the clerk snorted milk when she saw us! Yeah, haha!" Maya walked in with Brandon at her side, until he, peculiarly, was not anymore. "Brandon? Wha- Oh, hi Daddy!"

She smiled and walked over to hug her father, who seemed to have a very angry expression. She also noticed a 6 foot tall, dark and handsome dude with a sharp jawline taking a look at the stunning pictures she took for a cover shoot.

"What is Leslie doing here?"

"It's Lucas, actually."

"Yeah... I don't really care. What are you doing anyway, doggy-boy?"

"He is here so that I can introduce you to your brand new colleague for the next three months. All the money you're supposed to earn will help pay for the bicycle that you stole and wrecked from Lucas," Lucas politely interrupted him, stating, "I apologize, Sir. However, I would prefer if you could call me Luke, Lucas was my father's name."