To Catch a Falling Star

8-"Fluttery Feeling"

Seb's POV

"Sebastian! Look over here!"

I'd been so caught up in the moment, in our magical kiss, that I'd nearly forgotten where I was, or what I was doing.

I'd forgotten I'd set up Marykate.

But I couldn't let my feelings for some random girl I had known for two days get in the way of a career I'd been building for two decades.

So when Marykate let out a slew of exclamations and looked at me with a death glare, I simply smiled consolingly. And when that enraged her further, causing her to rip her hand from mine and storm from the restaurant, I let her go.

One date with a fan girl in the public eye to capitalize on how down to earth I am. That's all I needed. I didn't need feelings or this weird fluttery feeling I'd been feeling since that kiss we had shared.

"Seb, Seb! Over here! Tell us, Sebastian, did your date dump you after finding out you were a celebrity?"

That's when it hit me, she kind of did dump me after finding out I was a celebrity. There was no way she could've known it'd all been a scheme with my publicist who had tipped off the paparazzi ahead of time, and that's why we had gone all the way to Hollywood for sushi. Although, their sushi is hella good.

Back to the point. Marykate had ditched me purely for being famous. I didn't know what to make of that. Part of me was enraged that she'd write me off so fast. The other part was empathetic. And maybe even admirable. She wasn't after fame or money, like most other women I'd dated had been.

So for some reason, maybe her genuineness, maybe the fluttery feeling I'd felt earlier... I found myself ignoring the paparazzi and pushing out the doors, hoping Marykate hadn't been able to get very far. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to give me a second chance, because I knew that would eventually require me to be honest with her about the true circumstances of our first date. But I just knew I couldn't let her go without explaining myself. That I wasn't some arrogant stereotypical celeb.

"Marykate!" I called, glancing wildly around the parking lot.

I finally spotted her, sitting on the curb, which was a funny thing to do in this upscale affluent part of town, but instead of curling my lip at the action, I found it endearing how she sprayed out on the sidewalk, heels and cocktail dress be damned.

"Marykate, I'm sorry," I said, sitting besides her. A Cadillac drove by and an older woman peered out from under her Ray Bans at us disapprovingly.

"I don't like surprises, I don't like extravagance. I grew up with extravagance. I want simple. Not two hour drives to get fancy sushi and brand new mustangs and," she took a shaky, angry breath in, her nose furrowed cutely. "Paparazzi." She turned to look at me for my reaction, brown hair swinging around her, gold eyes hopeful and fiery in the slow setting sun.

I stared at her for a moment, then I let out a roaring laugh.

"I get it, no more paps. No more extravagance, but please. Can I see you again?"

...The million and one lies I've told thus far be damned...?

Authors note

Yo guys it's sof. It's been AWHILE !!! Comment n let me know if I should continue this story or scrap it :3