Looks Don't Matter

Prologue

☆~Evan~☆

I look at the mirror to see an Asian-Canadian man staring back at me. He has black raven hair, light skin which feels so smooth, shining white teeth, dark red sunglasses, a red jacket with two white stripes, black pants and red sneakers. I gently comb my hair while making faces at myself. After that, I put my comb on the beside sink, resting my hand on the edge and I look at myself. 

'Why do people find me so handsome, yet I didn't do anything to make myself this way?', I thought to myself. 

People say that I'm very lucky to have a life like this, everybody loves you, good-looking, charming, everybody wants to be somebody like me. But I never wanted to be an actor in the first place, I wanted to become a musician, a hockey player, or my favorite, playing videos all day long with my friends and getting money from it, or you could say a YouTuber. 

'Seems like a shitty job', I thought,'But I like it...'

I thought about my ex. She broke up with me 3 months ago because she wasn't interested in me anymore, she went abroad and told me that she will never come back. I was sadden about it, but there was nothing I could do. I thought about my fans. 

'Well, I love them, but they can go overboard sometimes.',  I chuckled as I thought about it.

 One of my fans, a rich girl, said that if I married her, I will be rich and be happy for life.

I chuckled, 'As if that will happen...' , I thought.

I declined her requested and she was furious, she threw a hat, which had my face on it, she stomped on it with her golden-coloured shiny 6 feet high heels, she pointed at me and demanded that we will marry. I declined her request once more and she had a massive fit. I slowly walked away from her, I didn't like her anyway. Another one, a boy, who wanted to get my attention so much that he killed both his poodle and German Shepherd.

'But look at the bright side, at least he caught my attention...', I thought,' ...and my fans' hate too.'

I heard a loud knock on my bathroom, which grew louder as the person knocking it grew impatient.

"EVAN, STOP FUCKING ADMIRING YOURSELF AND GET THE FUCK OUT!", a voice shouted while pounding the door, "WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE AND THE TWO IRISHMEN ARE GONNA BE PISSED!"

I smiled at my friend's short temper and chuckled.

"Just wait one damn second, Tyler...", I replied, while pretending to comb my hair, "Still combing my hair, meet me outside!"

I heard footsteps coming from the bathroom door to the guest room door, hearing it's creaky sound as it was opened, then it's short but fast sound as Tyler closes it. I sigh as I looked at myself once more. I thought of the risks of going outside in public, the crowd that will surround us four, the flirting of the ladies and men, the flashing of the cameras in our faces. 

'And they think being somebody famous is awesome, but in reality, it's just plain annoying.', I thought as I saw a frown appear from my face.

I looked at my watch to check the time.

'8:41' ,I thought to myself,'Tyler's right, we are going to be late...'

I looked at myself for the last time, while slowly shutting the door.

☆~Tyler~☆

I waited for Evan in my shiny white car. I looked at my watch at my phone.

'8:42, where the hell is he?', I told myself