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There is that word that no person wants to hear there crush say, and that word is friend. You think you are flirting with one another and then come out and say that word. I’m glad to have you as a friend. Your heart breaks, right there and there is no way you can undo what was said. It’s funny every person has that guy or girl that they fall for; that they are friends with, and you know nothing is ever going to happen. It’s strange, but I guess teenagers all have this thing known as hormones, and it doesn’t matter if you only see the every few months, or more of a family friend than your personal one, everyone will fall for a friend.

My problem was I had this thing known as a camera following me where ever I went, I get pictured with a guy and the following day there are reports of me and whoever he was and the word dating seems to be surrounding us. I didn’t like it, but there was nothing I could do about it as I had chosen this path, I had chosen to take this career and with it came the cameras, the hiding in shops and trying not to be pulled into the bad side of Hollywood.

I had a few movies under my belt, and there was one person that had always been by my side, but he was just a friend and that’s all he would ever be. I didn’t know why I fell for him, I just noticed one day, maybe it was the day I met him. I had only known him three years, three wonderful years that had made my star rise with fame. I remember the first time I met him; it was the fourth day on set of my first major movie. The movie was titled Eyes, it was set in the future, and it was based on a dystopia world. I didn’t even know why I went for the part, but I got to play such an interesting character. I had to take part in a few sex scenes which was beyond awkward. Having fifty pairs of eyes on you, watching as you stripped down to nothing was not exactly the best moment in the world. What made it worse is they waited until I was eighteen to shoot the scene, I had been eighteen for two days and then they make me do something like that.

I was just days away from the third and final movies of the trilogy of eyes being released to the world. Ivy was such a strong and interesting character, sure she has her moments when you sit there, and you’re like ‘can you please just go a die?’ I was glad that I got to play her, the third book was very different from the other two, this contains more dreams. It plays on her mind of the love of her life that she lost, even though he dies in the second one the character still appears in the last movie. I was kind of glad because the actor was the only one I felt comfortable with on set, I think because I had spent so much time with him, and the sex scene did bring us closer even if it was the most awkward thing in the world. I had chemistry with him, both of us and emitted that to each other, but dating had never been played between us. I think because he knew I had feelings for another person.

That guy wasn’t famous; he was brought into the world of fame because of me and more importantly because of his father, who was the director of Eyes. He knocked on my trailer on the fourth day; I was sitting in a chair having my hair made to look as if I lived in the forest. He said there had been a few changes and with that he gave me the new script and a cup of coffee. I asked if he was on work experience and he laughs at this comment and said his dad was kind of my boss. With those words he walks out, and I was left very confused.

I look over the script, and the only thing that had change was some of the lines had been flipped around. My blonde hair hangs around my shoulders, I wasn't a natural blonde, I was a red head, and so I had spent most of the past three years having my hair blenched. That day my hair had been matted and knotted. It’s one of the first scenes, and I’m getting used to living in the wild. I was dressed in a very short dress, the type of dress that I knew that most people would be looking at my legs. This was the day that I would be kissing my co-star for the first time, it would be kind of awkward, I didn’t know him very well at the time. Now it seems kind of funny because even though our characters relationship didn’t go past the second book, I still kissed him more than the rest of the cast. Also I only had sex scenes with him.

The guy I had fallen for name was Hunter, a nickname of course. He didn’t like his name which was Harry, said he didn’t like the fact it was connect to a horrible boy band that should not be in the music industry. He would rant about that band on a daily bases and that’s one of the first things I learnt about him. His hatred for One Direction. I was about the only person on this planet that could get away with calling him as Harry. I took him to most events with me and most people would think we were dating, but every time the question was asked Hunter would always say we were just friends. I would never answer that question because there would be that day when I say we are dating. He would be annoyed by that comment but I couldn't help the fact it was always on my lips whenever I heard that question.

As we walk through the streets of LA, I’m currently holding two shopping bags in my hand and Hunter holds mine and his coffee. I have a hat on my head and a pair of shades, and he just has the shades. It didn’t help that we had gone to Starbucks, and our names are on the cups, mine saying the word Ariel and he having Hunter. So when a bunch of people came up to me and asked for autographs, stating that it was the cups that gave it away, I look to Hunter.

Hunter places the cups of the ground and took my bags, taking the pictures as normal, even though most people at least knew who he was, he was still a no named person and therefore he knew he was more like my personally assistant than anything else. He studies college courses online, and this was because he did help with movies, sure it was mainly work experience type of things, but he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do and therefore his dad was fine supporting him until he had that figured out. The only condition was that he had to get a degree, and so Hunter was taking online courses in business and media production. It was strange, but we both knew he would end up working in something like his dad.

He snaps the picture, pulling silly faces and trying to make me laugh, and that was the movement that made those three girls ask if we were dating. Hunter said no before even letting them finish the sentence. I knew I was just a friend, but this crush had lasted three years, and I thought it would have gone now. The girls asked me a few questions about the movie I said what I could, but I wasn’t really allowed to be so open about it. Hunter picks up the coffee handing me my cup and taking my shopping bags for me. I put the cup to my lips and smile at the three girls. They ask me the second most asked question I get, which is ‘what’s it like kissing Harrison Colton and Simon Grayson?’ then you have the follow up question ‘who is better?’ it’s clear that I always found Harrison a better kisser, I think because we were actually friends and he was the first person who brought me into the world of films. Simon and I were friends, but we were a just friend, which was it, sure I would stay in contact with him, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to see him.

The girls left us alone after they ran out of questions and Hunter and I continued to walk down the road. My eyes flicker over the shops, and I knew hunter just wants to go back to mine. He didn’t really want to be there either, he just hates shopping with me because I was the type of person who spent more time prostrating about going into a shop than I did trying on clothes and buying anything. When I got home I had to try on a bunch of dresses that had all been made for the LA premier of the last films in the trilogy of Eyes, known as Touch.

I knew he was bored and so once walking for another five minutes and not really fancying about going into any of the shops I said let’s go. Hunter walks at a rather fast pace, making me have to pick up a slow jog to keep up, he stood nearly a foot taller than me and therefore his legs could stretch a lot further than mine. When we do get to the car, he is leaning against the passenger’s side door; it is open for me to slide into the car.  I mummer my thanks, and he shuts the door before sliding across the bonnet of the car to show off.

He drives me home, holding the two empty cups of coffee and throwing them into the trash can as he pasts. We walk through the gate of my house, Hunter typing the code to get in to my house. Making sure that there were no ways to see it, his fingers also brush across every button. I change the code every month, and I only told a handful of people.  There are two gates that lean into my house, the first is for the car, and there is a camera in the hallway and you simply buzz and someone will see who is here and let you in. the second goes actually into my house, it has a keypad that you need, and if you don’t have the number you have to ring the bell.

I brought this house for my parents, I am twenty and still living with my parents, it’s not that I was struggling with money and all, just sometimes it was nice to have them there. Saying, that I’m currently looking for a place to buy, Hunter, and I are going to move in together, that’s been set in stone for the last year. Hunter doesn’t have a set place in where he lives and therefore he was currently crashing in one of the twelve guest bedrooms this house had. I emit I was lucky to have this house, and it cost just over seventeen million dollars. It was white and rather an old fashion style even though the house was less than a decade. Everything was clean and perfect, and although I had my name on the lice, without my parents I wouldn’t have been able to afford this house.

We had only owned it for four month. The first movie I did I was paid six hundred thousand dollars, but the following one jumped to eight million and the last of the three I got thirteen million. I had interviews, other films and TV episodes in-between as well as appearing on the last soundtrack, though the song wasn’t out yet and I was due to shoot the music video for it sometime. I knew that it was a lot, but I guess when you have a certain lifestyle you have to keep up with everything.

We walk into the sitting room, and all the furniture has been pushed back, in the centre is a rack, filled with clothes, well dress all are different colors. I look at Hunter who groans before falling on to the sofa. I had a knew stylist and so I didn’t know her very well, her name was Mandy, she was in her late thirties and although I didn’t know her she seem to know what was perfect for me. Her hair was dark brown and was tied up with pins; she had a tape measure around her neck and more pins on a little bunny that was strapped on to her dress.

She told me to strip; I guess one thing that didn’t bother me anymore was changing in front of Hunter or anyone for that matter. I think spending endless amounts of days walking around in underwear had made me feel okay with standing there in front of Hunter without blushing. Mandy slips a dress over my head and walks away from me before getting me to take it off again.

We do this seven more times and then on the ninth dress. The dress is blue; it’s neither dark nor light, just somewhere in-between. It felt tight, but then I could feel the soft material clingy to my body and catching myself in the window reflection I was actually happy with the shape of it, it came to just above my knee and was tight to my body. Mandy stops when she looks at me and turns to face Hunter. He is asleep on the sofa, his phone on his chest.

“Harry get the f**k up” I shout and when he doesn’t move I walk over to him and hit him with a pillow repeating. “Harry.” He opens his eyes, and I see him look at me, and he says something that is rude, but it still makes me blush.

 “You actually look fuckable.”

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems please