Good As Gold | L.H.

one

Eleanor Harper

Eleanor stood infront of the mirror in her room that covered most of the beige wall while pushing a few stray pieces of her hair behind her ear and trying to make her makeup and hair at least presentable.

She scowled at the outfit that was previously picked for her. The high waisted denim shorts and white crop top were all too revealing for today's weather.

"It's freaking cold outside, what the hell is wrong with them?"- She muttered and put the clothes on. Not that she had much choice. Los Angeles was surprisingly chilly today, and the outfit was something she would wear on a usual, hot day.

The girl walked over to her walk-in closet and searched for the usual yellow post-it among the footwear. A few moments later the little piece of paper was peeking out from the inside of her left brown sandal.

Wear these.
Don't you dare wear your shitty ones.

She rolled her eyes and ignored the message he had written and put on her 'shitty' shoes, or how she calls them, her white high top converse.

Eleanor was supposed to meet him at the ice cream shop in 15 minutes, and the driver was already waiting for her in the driveway.

"Miss Harper hurry up, we can't be late!"-he yelled from underneath the bedroom window.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."- Eleanor muttered to herself as she rushed down the stairs.

"Miss Harper isn't it a bit cold for that outfit?"-the driver Chris, who has become her friend, asked her.

"Don't ask me."- the girl raised her hands in defense. "Ask the douchebag who calls himself your boss even though everyone knows he would be completely lost without you."

Chris gave her a small smile."Ah yeah, I forgot about that for a moment there."
After a few minutes the car stopped in front of the ice cream shop and the sight in front of it made the poor girl release a big sigh.

"So who tipped off the paparazzi?"- she asked.

"Well you know, it was either the management or the lover boy himself."
Eleanor glared at him and the nickname he used almost made her throw up.

"Come on Miss Harper, I'll help you out."-and with that they got out of the car and made their way toward the entrance. Chris put his hand on the small of her back and used his other hand to block the flashing lights of the cameras.

Eleanor has never been a fan of paparazzi, she thought their job was doing nothing but trouble and that they should've chosen a different profession. The paparazzi are like animals, trying to get to her only to take a stupid picture. And she doesn't even know why they would want a picture of her; she's a nobody. She doesn't like to share her personal life, for it wouldn't be personal if she shared it. But the truth is, paparazzi are just extremely nosy nobodies with a camera and bills to pay.

When the two finally entered the shop Eleanor was heavily breathing, her loud breaths echoing through the almost empty shop.Almost.

She walked over to the table he was sitting at and slumped down in a chair across from him.

"Took you long enough."-he glared at her.

"Well maybe if you hadn't invited the whole colony of paparazzi, I would've been here on time."-she said. "And by the way, are you that desperate that you would tip them off yourself?"

The boy narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. "Oh my god, you just came and you're already getting on my nerves! It's suppose to seem like we're enjoying this, and not like we want to kill each other."-he whispered yelled.