I know what you’re thinking about me. You think I’m one of those cliché celebrities who’s completely full of herself and is trying to keep her reputation good for her benefit and her benefit only. Yes, I am trying to get myself and even Rick a better reputation, but that benefits not only me but the social media and movie companies that I star in. Usually a bad reputation can benefit yourself, making people afraid of you so you get what you want, but that’s not my case at all. That’s what I’m thought of around here.
But we’re not cliché. We do live in a pretty large house but it’s not like we have maids or butlers or any of that nonsense. As much as I loved being famous, I enjoyed the normal duties that a not-famous person has. Besides, if I ever did hire a maid or a butler I have a feeling that they would put something out of place or do something to drive me nuts. Some things are just easier to do yourself. Or I let Rick take care of them, because I only trust him, Powell, and Parker with anything to do with me. They’re pretty much all I had to trust.
Yes, I had family, but it wasn’t family I could ever trust or turn to with anything. The only family I had left was my long gone sister. Long gone meaning ever since the rumors started she refused to talk to me period. I’ve tried to get in contact with her, even visit her back in New York City, but she wouldn’t even answer the door. She’s shut herself out from the rest of the world, and I don’t think anyone can fix that. So I let her be and continued on with my life and Rick.
“Earth to Erin,” I focus in and see Rick waving his hand in front of my face across from me at the table. I didn’t see it there earlier and didn’t even see the notepad lying in front of him either.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “Too much on my mind,”
“I had a feeling,” He smiles. “Now since the trip is in three days, you and I need to start packing. This is a week trip right? Well…”
As he rambles on about the trip to London and writes something down on his notepad, I try to decide whether I should tell him that he can’t go. I can’t just let him think he’s going for an entire week and pack for nothing only to be told he’s not allowed to be with me. I can’t do that to him, I can’t lie to him. I won’t either. I take a deep breath.
“Rick,” I say firmly. He stops talking and looks up at me.
“Yeah babe?”
“When we were driving home earlier, and you went to check something at your office, Powell told me something really annoying and I can’t believe it’s happening either but-“
“Spit it out Erin,” He encourages me. I sigh.
“You aren’t allowed to come with me,” I mumble under my breath.
“What?” He says surprised. I think he already heard me.
“He said you weren’t allowed to come with to me with London,” I say loud enough for him to hear, the tears brimming in my eyes. It was really hard to tell him this. It was like telling him he has cancer and only six months to live.
“What?” He says again. “Why?”
“I don’t know!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up. “I don’t get it Rick! I can’t go to London by myself, I need you there with me because you’re always there, but they won’t let you go! I can’t do anything about it and it fucking sucks!” He lets out a long sigh.
“Hey, Erin,” I look up at him, letting a couple tears slip down my cheeks. These weren’t stage tears and he knew it.
“Are you su-“
“I can’t do anything Rick! They’re my management and I’d practically be completely nothing without them, so I’ll just have to suck it up and try to survive there without you,”
“Oh come on, don’t think of it like that,” He says calmly. “You’re going to be in London babe, that’s an experience all on its own. You need to see the bright side on this,”
“Like what?” I sniffle.
“Well, you’re in London for one. You might be able to go around and see all the sights and maybe you’ll have such a fun time you won’t even think about me,”
“But I always think about you and I want to see all those cool sights and museums and such with you,” I argue, taking his hand from across the table.
“I know,” He whispers. “But it’s just a week Erin, I think you can do it. We can talk every night and you can call anytime if something or someone gives you trouble, okay?” I nod, wiping away my tears with my free hand.
“Okay,” He squeezes my hand reassuringly and gets up from the table, walking over to me and leanings down to plant a firm kiss on my lips.
“Perhaps,” He whispers. “We could have just a little more fun before we go?” I giggle in response.
“Sure, but you need to help me pack first,” I tease him. He stands up and lets out a dramatic groan, making me laugh.
“Why did I get stuck with you?” He jokingly complains.
“Because you love me for me and not the famous Erin Taylor,” I smile, making him chuckle and pick me up from the chair, carrying me bridal-style up to the room to start packing.
A.N: I feel much better about this chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it even though I'm exhausted and have a swimathon tomorrow (swim as many laps as you can in an hour, yikes!) Sorry you probably don't care about that so may the odds be ever in your (and my) favor and byeeeee-CookieKrumm
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Teen FictionYou would think a movie actress, like me, would have a good reputation for all the good she does and how well she can portray a character in the movie. Turns out, playing all the villians in the movies does exactly the opposite. My name is Erin Ta...
