I am always thinking about Anton Yelchin and his curls.
:D
I’m not entirely sure if this is the same anon as before but…
You do understand that your constant messaging me anonymously (which is such a cop-out) makes you look ridiculous, right?
Look, I’m fine with you not liking my story. Whatever. I don’t care. Don’t read it if you don’t like it. But you know that continually messaging me with incomplete sentences in some sort of attempt to belittle my self-esteem and confidence is a little petulant, right?
I think I’m going to stick with “Come back when you can insult me with proper grammar”
2 years? Literally 2 years, anon? Bitch please, come back when you can insult me with proper grammar
so i post a new part and no one gets excited over it?
Part 9 By Skye
Okay, Skye felt like writing a new part, but don’t get too excited. This won’t become a regular occurrence.
Things were different now that she was an Academy Award winner. Now, her phone wouldn’t stop ringing with new scripts and directors who wanted her for their new movies. Now every magazine in the whole world wanted an “exclusive” interview with her, or wanted her to do a photoshoot with their famous photographers in their expensive designer gowns. Now she could buy anything she wanted or needed. She had bought a new Mercedes Benze for her mother for Mother’s Day, and she bought a motorcycle for her brother for his birthday. Everything was different now, all because she had a naked, gold statue sitting on the shelf above her bed.
Unfortunately, she and Josh had to call it quits a few weeks after the Oscar ceremony. Jennifer just became to busy with all of her projects, and Josh became oddly jealous of all the time she was spending with Bradley Cooper. She tried to explain to him over and over that she and Bradley had nothing between them but a similar sense of humor and a love for good scripts. After all, he was a full 15 years older than she was and he was probably looking for a wife at this point. She wasn’t ready to be anyone’s wife. She just wanted to have fun. Like she did with Josh. But they just couldn’t make it work.
She missed him when she had time to. She missed being able to sit around and eat ice cream and watch Duck Dynasty with him instead of going out to an expensive, high-end restaurant, because he liked to be low-key like she did. But now, she just came home to her cat and her dog, drank a beer, ate whatever was left in the fridge and fell into bed to sleep until her busy week started all over again.
Nicholas had slowly crept out of her life, though he did call her to congratulate her on her Academy Award. She thought he had moved back to Los Angeles to start filming movies again, and he had said that his mother had pulled through her illness. She was glad. She missed him, too.
She hadn’t spoken to Anton since they went out to lunch about a year before, and she felt guilty about it. But she figured that he must have been pretty himself, or else he might have tried to get in contact with her. She made a mental note to get in touch with him when she had a break from her film.
Her body and her mind were tired. Once the Academy Awards were over, she was flung into work and she had been running ever since. Lately, she’d been sleeping in her trailer during lunch instead of actually eating, which was making her even more tired and worn out, but she was too tired and worn out to recognize it.
She was sleeping one day at lunch, her consciousness still barely floating at the surface; she hadn’t hit her deep sleep yet, when she heard a loud yell.
“Hey! Get up!”
Her eyes snapped open to see Bradley standing above her, a plastic plate in his hand. At first, he was grinning widely, but his smile faded slightly.
“Shit, were you sleeping?” he asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied groggily.
“Sorry. I brought you some lunch.”
She sat up against the wall and took the plate from his hand.
“It’s just a sandwich,” he said modestly, “But rumor has it that you sleep rather than eat during our lunch break.”
“Oh Brad, I’ve been so tired lately.”
“Why?”
“I’ve just been so busy, I guess.” She took a bit of the sandwich; turkey with mayonnaise, mustard, lettuce and tomato. It was no roast duck, but it would do.
“Being an Academy Award winner is a tough job,” he teased.
“Oh ha ha,” she replied sarcastically. She heard her phone vibrate on the table close to the trailer door. She asked Bradley to get it for her.
It was a text from Josh: Where are you now? She smiled a small smile.
“Who’s that?” asked Bradley in a cutesy voice. “Your boyfriend?”
“Something like that,” she said, her thumbs moving swiftly across the touch-screen to send a reply.
Boston. Where are you?
“Josh?” asked Bradley seriously.
“Yeah.”
“Do you miss him?”
“When I get the chance.”
“You were crazy about him when we were doing Silver Linings.”
“I’m still sorta crazy about him. But we just couldn’t make things work, I guess.”
Her phone vibrated again. I’m in Panama. Jealous?
Oh I don’t know. Boston is pretty tropical.
“So listen, do you want to go out tonight?” Bradley asked.
Jennifer stopped chewing. “Go out where?”
“For dinner and drinks, maybe. We are in Boston, after all.”
“Is it like…a date?”
He shrugged. “I guess so. If you want to call it that. But it doesn’t have to be. We’re friends.”
“Yeah, I’d like to go out,” she said immediately. She hadn’t been out on the town or out with anybody besides her family in weeks. “But I want to be in early tonight.”
He chuckled. “Deal.”
Her phone vibrated. That’s true. Boston is a tropical hotspot.
“So should we go out when we wrap today?” he asked.
“I’ll be less than attractive.”
“You’re always attractive,” he said. “Well, I’ll see you out there in a few minutes.” He kissed her cheek in a gesture of good-will and left her trailer.
Why are you in Panama?
I’m tropical, bitches.
~~~
“You know we can’t be seen together, don’t you?” Jennifer said as she and Bradley walked from the set. “First we’ll be on a date, then we’ll be married, then I’ll be having your babies, all from one picture.”
“What, that isn’t normal?” he joked. “We’ll be careful. Let’s drive separately and I’ll go get us a table. I’ll text you where I’m at and just don’t even ask the hostess for my table. I’ll ask for one in a secluded corner.”
As Jennifer followed him in their separate cars, she felt depressed. She missed Josh more than she thought she would. But she knew there wasn’t much of a chance of getting back together with him, with him in Panama and she in Boston. And while she was glad to be going out with Bradley, she didn’t want to be the one to lead him on. He did say it was sort of a date, but he had never made any other moves to suggest that he wanted to pursue any sort of romantic relationship with her.
By the time they parked and he started into the restaurant, she was tearing up. It was just her nerves, she told herself. There was no real reason for her to be crying. She was just so tired.
