Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

nominee

"Are you sure this is the place?"

"Well there's no turning back now." Your best friend, Staci, unbuckled her seat belt with a devious smile.

Your eyes wondered on your destination. The gigantic mansion across the street. Supposedly super model Lupita Nyong's, if Staci was on the proper wiki page.

Word went around that she was having her annual Pre Oscar party bash tonight, and Staci pressured you to follow her in order for her to reunite with her true love, Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Apparently they were serious in high school, and then drifted apart. You wouldn't know for sure, you just met her at UCLA, a few months back and clicked ever since.

"I'm missing the season premiere of walking dead, for this. For you." You two climbed out, while Staci typed away on her phone.

"Oh honey, Glen's--"

"SHHHH!" You place your hands over your ears.

"I don't want to know." You say sternly slowly sliding your hands down to smooth your dress.

It was a cream coloured dress with a low v cut, with a peek-a-boo leg out, matched with white flats.

Staci wore a jungle green suede gown with some classy cleavage, that hugged her curves wonderfully.

She locked the car with a beep, and the sound of her heels clicked against the concrete, as you crossed.

"This is it (Y/N), man..... I'm nervous."

"Don't be stase." You rubbed her arm.

"I bet he'll like drop his $1000 dollar champagne glass when he sees you, scoop you upstairs, and bang you on a lion skin rug."

"Hey! He's a humble guy!"

You rolled your eyes "Maybe when he was a sophomore and couldn't afford a concert stadium. Believe me, guys in Hollywood only want one thing." You preach, as you get to her lawn.

"Don't tell me you wouldn't let Henry Cavil hit it." She teased and you surrendered making a facial expression to agree she was right.

The house was surrounded with security at every corner. It looked lively from the inside and the bass of the music made it seem like the house was bouncing along with the guest.

"Please tell me you have a way in." You pleaded as you latched on to her arm, going up a countless number of steps.

"Trust me, at these places, you gotta act like you know what your doing" she whispered as you both approached a guard blocking the front entrance.

"Passcode." The security guy said folding his arms, thinning his lips.

"Do we look like we need a passcode?" She says looking offended.

"Invite only. Sorry ladies." He said standing up straighter, looking ahead.

"Lupita knows us, we didn't know about a passcode."

"Everyone's supposed to know the passcode."

"She told us she has the pre party, and we just found out when."

"Invite only. Sorry Ladies."

Staci's jaw tightened, as her eyes glossed before falling to her jimmy choo's.