Ex-bffs with the Famous, Gavin Ryton

EX-BFFS with the famous Gavin Ryton.

Emphasis on the EX

If you ever happen to visit our town, which happens to be in the middle of Iowa, you'll find yourself surrounded by miles of.... Corn fields! Yes folks, in the summer if it's hot you can hear the corn pop. I'm serious. Back to the story. On your way in to our town you will go over a huge hill, the one that Gavin and I used to sled down in our huge puffy parkas. Two best friends, invincible, that is before... well I'll explain.

Anyways, if you keep going past the hill you will see another hill to the left, take that road. After that there's two rights and two lefts and of course, more corn fields. Welcome to the middle of nowhere. From here you will see a sore thumb emerging from corn, a place I've called home as long as I can remember.

Pristine black top comes suddenly off a gravel road, and that is the driveway you want. It's long and winding and totally sucky to get in and out of it, especially in the snowy winters. Following this you will come across two things that certainly don't belong out here. One is my house, the other is Gavin's.

Why would you put up two mansions in the middle of nowhere? Well I always thought it was to maximize my boredom growing up, but now that I am older I see it was probably to keep me out from under the microscope of the paparazzi. Our parents own a record company, Ryton&Meere and have been best friends with each other since they first met, longer ago than they'd like to admit. The record company owns some of todays hottest artists, including Gavin...

That's not the only reason we have money though. My mom used to be a supermodel for Gucci and Prada, and she is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, even at her age. I am only hoping when I get to her age, I look half as good. My dad is still a director, he does Nicklaus Sparks movies.

Then there's the enemy and his family, Gavin's parents. His mom used to be a British supermodel walking in all of London's most important shows. Shes gorgeous too, in a regal way with beautiful and enchanting eyes. In fact, her green eyes shine almost as bright as her son's. His dad is an actor in a soap opera and he was also in some classic british movies.

Thus how our families meet, under the lights and cameras. Our moms happened to be in fashion week and there they became best friends instantly. Our dads met while my dad was shooting and Gavin's das was acting and became fast friends too. I forget who introduced who to who and the rest is history from a romantic standpoint.

I would be lying if I said Gavin and I didn't have great genes because both our parents are good looking. I am probably about 5'11. I have long thin legs and a long, thin torso to match. My eyes are my fathers, a striking ocean blue. I have beachy, dirty blonde, waves that flow down to my chest and curves where I need them. At only 21 I have mastered the Victorias secret pout and have even been featured in their Christmas add.

Then there's Gavin, once sweet, now annoying. He's 21 and a half and wouldn't let me forget about the half part for the life of me. He's about 6'2 and very muscular but thats because he has to work out to play the part of this guy in some film he's doing. It's a beach summer romance. How sweet... Some girl macking on my EX best friend. Sounds like a thriller, right? He has light brown hair that is soft and silky, but he keeps it gently spiked in the sexiest way possible. He's got a mega watt smile and green eyes that will make your heart melt, if you're blind to his personality that is.

Back to our houses. In the middle of freaking nowhere. Our houses are fenced in more so to keep us in as kids rather than keep anything out. The lawns and gardens are perfectly manicured and there is a turn around with an over the top fountain in the middle. In the back yard we have a huge in ground pool and hot tub.

Our houses are only about 20 feet from eachother. But in the winter when we were younger our parents would always worry about us slipping on the ice and getting hurt while going back and forth between our houses so they built a skywalk. When we hit high school I think they somewhat regretted the skywalk thing. It connects my third floor lounge to theirs which ends up being alright as the houses mirror each other. My house was taller by one floor simple because of my lovely fart of a brother, Grant. Grant was a few years older than Gavin and I but we were still as close as a big brother and sister could be.

To the right of our houses stands the barns where our horses live, the only pets I've ever known. In the horses field there's an apple tree. When we were really little Gavin and I would always climb it in search of the best apples, but it also holds another memory in it.

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"Tag your it Gweny!" A much younger and smaller version of Gavin yelled, slapping my shoulder harshly and running the other directions.

"I'll get you Gavin!" I said immediately turning on my toes and dashing after the boy making his way across the field.

We chased each other around the horses meadow, it was dusk. The long dry grass tickled my bare feet and my short pigtails bounced on my back. Finally, I fell down exhausted from running. I looked up and I saw that the stars had began to come out. I was right beneath my favorite apple tree and I could smell the fresh crisp scent of apples. I felt the ground thud as Gavin fell down beside me. He reached out and took my hand and we looked at the stars for a while making pictures in the patterns. Back by our houses one of our mothers rang the bell that signaled play time was over and it was time to come in for the night. We both got up but stood there for a moment. Just smiling our cute, seven year old, tooth missing, smiles. Gavin leaned in. His green eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. He kissed me. For just a second but it was enough for a seven year old. Then he winked, because even back when he was sweet, he was still kind of a shit.

"Race you!" he called over his shoulder as he sprinted back towards the houses.

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I don't love my house like I use to. Simply because every where I look I see memories of who we were and how it used to be.

But then again your probably wondering why I hate the guy I grew up with. The gorgeous one who's famous, sings and looks like an angel and is going to be in one of the hottest summer movies, honestly Gwen who would hate that? I know I sound crazy but I do.

It's a long story.

Lemme tell you about it...