Paparazzi Boy

2. Attention

"I have to get going, my sister has been waiting for me to get home for the past half hour," Emma whined as she lifted the shirt over her arms.

Max frowned and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the bed. It wasn't often that he and Emma were able to get together like this, so when they did, it was almost magical. Almost. Magical enough that they kept repeating this, but not magical enough for him to make anything official with her. Good thing was, she never asked for anything more.

He pulled her blonde hair back over her shoulder and gave her a kiss. "Can't you stay for just one more hour? I'm going to LA tomorrow. I don't know when I will see you again."

Living in San Francisco, it would be tough, being away for so long. He already did frequent trips to Los Angeles, spending more time there than he did at home. He had already started speaking with his parents about moving out there again. They were against it, especially after spending so much time trying to give him a normal life, completely contrasting their lives, more importantly, his father's. They didn't want to be a part of the Hollywood scene, they wanted somewhat normal lives.

They had only moved to San Francisco during his freshman year of high school. It hadn't taken long for him to start his career as a paparazzi a while after graduating, following in his mother's footsteps. Great thing was the amount of time that Belle spent traveling in the different parts of California, which helped him stay in a familiar setting while working. But Max knew if he wanted to take this job a step further, he would have to move out to LA.

She huffed and pulled her hair into a ponytail. "For what again?"

He could hear the annoyance in her voice - the fact that he would be gone for a bit if everything went his way. A few months at most. His heart slightly ached at the fact that he might not see Emma for a while.

"An audition, Emma. We've talked about this. I have to do this."

Her blue eyes pierced through his as she thought of how to respond.

"You're a paparazzi boy for god sakes, Max, not a fucking celebrity. Why can't you follow Belle Jones like you have for the past month?" She pointed at the printed photographs on his wall of Belle. "Why are you trying to take this a step further than you have to?"

"I would get commission off of this, Emma. And that bet I have with Jim... You know the more I bring to the table, the more I get out of this career. This could make me."

"And you just have to try and go on tour with her? That's a bit far, Max."

He glanced over at the photographs and nodded. He knew why Emma was giving him such a hard time. Belle was a pretty girl. Black hair that complimented her fair skin, especially under flash. Her figure wasn't something he could complain about. Some of the photos, he was impressed with how good they had come out. He actually wished he could show Belle, if he ended up getting through the audition and landing a spot on tour. From the little time he had spent following Belle through Los Angeles, he had been able to figure out a few things about her. She was outgoing when she was surrounded by people she knew, but whenever she was alone, she clammed up. She preferred to have her hair up but knew that she looked way better with it styled down. Belle was extremely quirky and funny, but she wasn't one to show that off. He knew this much from just two weeks.

"Max, I just really don't want you to go." Emma snapped him back to reality. He was here with Emma, in his bed, wanting nothing more than to get back to what they were doing ten minutes ago.

He grinned and pulled her down with him. "Babe, I'll be back before you know it. I might not even end up going on the tour. It's a long shot, we both know it."