Famous Love

Good day

Elle.

I danced around the living room singing Treasure by Bruno Mars. I love that song. I made pancakes. Today was going to be a good day.

I sat at the couch eating my breaksfast and I heard a knock. I smiled knowing who it was. But it was Simon Payne, my gay friend.

He hugged me tight.

"Fucking Elle Baker," he walked in and I locked the door, "you never told me you were dating Brent Miller."

"How did you know?"

"Honey, you didn't expect to go out with a famous singer without a paparazzo roaming around?"

Shit! Now people think we are dating or something. Simon showed me a couple of photos of both of us leaving Dakota's last night. It was all over the internet, I guess.

"And by the way, you were looking fantastic. You should dress like that more often." He said.

"How do I deal with this?"

"You can't do anything about the photos, they are already out. What you should be worrying about more is the paparazzi outside." He said. My eyes widened.

"Outside, they are outside!"

I peeped through the window and saw them. They were only four of them. That wasn't too bad. Until I saw Brent's car. I swear those people are like vultures.

I don't know where they came from. They surrounded Brent's car as he got out.

"Shit! I didn't know this would happen."

"I'm actually jealous." Simon said.

"Brent is coming here." I said as I went back to my breakfast.

"Don't tell me I'm about to meet him."

"Ok, I won't." I said sarcastically and he laughed.

"So how's you and Dan?" I said to him.

"We broke up!"

"What?"

"Three days ago..."

"And you didn't call or text me!"

"I figured I would be disturbing you, you know with all that fire shit at the hotel."

"Auuuw! You so stupiiid! How will that disturb me at all?" I said after I took my last bite.

"Your shit is my shit." I told him.

"You are so..." He paused, Brent was knocking. "Holy shit he's here." Simon was dramatic.

"Calm down." I said to him as I went to open the door.

"Hey gorgeous." Brent kissed my cheek.

"Hi. Come in."

"Finally I get to come in." He came in and saw Simon smiling at him.

"Brent, this is my friend Simon."

"I'm a big fan." Simon said to him.

"Thanks, nice to meet you too." He greeted him.

"I have to leave. Shit to do!." Simon said. He hugged me and whispered 'hump till you die' in my ear. I laughed. He let me go and left.

"Cute pjs." He said while taking a seat.

"Hahaha," I laughed sarcastically, "paparazzi outside!"

"I'll have to admit, they won't stop bothering you." I raised my eyebrows. He laughed.

"I'm sorry, but they don't know how to mind their own fucking business." He said. I sighed.

"Is this how you live?" Of course this is how he lives. He is famous, Elle! Why ask?

"Yeah. You'll get the hang of it."

"I don't think so." I said to him. He laughed. I fell on the couch.

"Get ready. I want to take you out."

"Its 9:30."

"I don't care." I looked at him confused.

"You're dumb proposal said one date and that is it."

"Well that kiss last night says there will be more dates." I rolled my eyes.

"I shouldn't have kissed you." I stood up and went to pour myself a glass of water.

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, following me to the kitchen.

"Yeah, I shouldn't have." I took a sip of the water and he got close to me.

"Are you still sure?" What the fuck is he trying to do?

"Yeah. Stop right there."

"I won't." Godamn it, he is doing it again. Making me so weak.

He was literally one inch away from me. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He grabbed my ass and I took his hand off me immediately. Fucking perv.

"Get the fuck out!" I yelled at him. He left.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I've become too vulnerable.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and cleared my thoughts. So much for my good day.

I hate this. Why did he have to do that? I can't even go out for a walk. Fucking paparazzi. I watched a movie. It was pretty shit but I watched it anyway.

I was fucking bored so I decided to go out. I changed my clothes, took my phone and keys and went out.

They started asking me questions.

"Who are you?"

"Are you officially dating Brent Miller?"

"What so special about you that he chose you?"

I ran away from them. They still followed me but I lost them. I walked for hours then went back. There were no paparazzi.

I got into my apartment, took a hot shower and made supper.

Aunt Irene called me.

"Hola."

"Hey aunt."

"Just decided to call you to tell you I'll be visiting Dallas next month." That was the following week.

"Ok."

"How have you been?"

"I'm good."

"If you need any help or if you want to talk to me just call me."

"Thanks aunt."

"Anything for my favourite neice. Buenas noches mi amor." She hang up.

I ate my supper and chatted with some of my high school friends before going to sleep.

...

I woke up and put on my black t shirt and ripped jeans. I made a cup of coffee and drank it. Today would be horrible.

Brent convinced his band mates to stay at the hotel so the point will be full today. And its a Monday! Funny.

I put on my sneakers then went straight to work.