Loving a Celebrity

Chapter 9

Jane: Yay! We finally uploaded! Yesh, we made up ;D Enjoy :D

Wendy: (I know it's so much longer than Jane's but would appreciate it if you read my A/N :D)

Hey guys! Glad to see you're still sticking to our story :D I'm really thankful for all your support! I guess this is just a chance for me to officially say hi and how are you to all you awesome peeps out there :D Since the one interacting with you guys is mostly Jane, I feel like I'm not as close to you guys somehow, heh, and I don't get to know you guys as well. So this is sort of like an official hi to all of you :D If you would like to get to know me more you can always private message me in my separate account @the_moonlight_ninja. Thanks!! :D and enjoy!!

(On your right is what Ryan's drooling over ;D -->)

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Ryan showed up unannounced in my room, wearing a tuxedo with pink roses in the pocket.

"Seriously? You look like you stepped out from a movie in the 1900s," I groaned, while applying mascara on my eyelid.

I turned to look at my reflection. I had paired a fitting cream white cocktail dress and killer heels, with a more matte finish for my makeup. I felt awesome and I knew I looked it.

"Not bad," Ryan yawned, bouncing on my bed, reading a gossip magazine with Ryan Reynolds on the cover - shirtless.

"Not bad? Are you crazy? I look absolutely stunning!" I scoffed, pirouetting in front of my mirror. Ryan always had a penchant for under rating my great looks with his questionable taste, so I wasn't too offended.

"Please girl, look at Ryan Reynolds, and you'll get a better idea," Ryan said, flashing the A3 size poster in the magazine of Ryan Reynolds' washboard abs, "I mean, how great is it to have someone this hot with the same name as yourself? Maybe I should go up to him one day or something," he mused, practically drooling at the picture.

"Meanwhile, I'll keep this!" he said, and I immediately heard a loud rip as my magazine became disfigured.

Spare me.

"Come on, we're going to be late already, don't make a mess of my expensive bed with your drool. Oh gross," I said, rolling my eyes while checking the clock in my room, only to see the time read 18:17.

"It's seventeen already! Get your ass off my precious bed!" I yelled, pushing Ryan off, who had swiped my phone from its dock and was busy reading my texts.

"Don't worry sistaaa," I grimaced at his poor attempt of a British accent, "All taken care of, I texted Martin about you going to be late," he informed me smugly like a cat that got the cream.

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"Hand my phone over," I said, gritting my teeth.

"Uhhh, nope," he said, sticking out his tongue.

"What are you? Two? Hand that over!" I commanded, stretching out my hand.

"No," Ryan sang, grinning at me.

"Just let me read the damn text!" I growled, taking a menacing step forward.

He must have realised my killing intent, because he handed over my phone, looking like a scared puppy.

"Aww, you're so cute," I cooed, and reached out to ruffle his carefully styled hair.

"Don't touch me!" Ryan backed away, swiping my hand off.

"Whatever, loser," I muttered, scrolling through my texts. My eyes bulged out unattractively as I read what Ryan had typed.

"See you and a smiley face?! Are you kidding me?!" I screeched, clunking Ryan on the head with my fist. He winced.