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This Thing We Call Love

Chapter 8

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“Finally!” I scowl, “I’ve been waiting forever!” I pushed off the brick wall I was leaning against, coming into stride with him, my hands balled into fists.
He shrugs, taking his keys out of his pocket and twirling them around his finger as he walks towards the exit, me following behind him.
“Have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, other people have lives too?” I start, “But no, princess has to look good just to drive back to his house. Like that makes any sense,” I say sarcastically.
He says nothing, but when I catch up to him I see him wearing that smirk.
“I’m exhausted, and it’s already past eight o’ clock!”
And then I also realize that I’m supposed to meet CC again tomorrow.
The thought makes me even more agitated and want to punch his stupid smirk right off his perfect fucking lips.
He continues to ignore me.
Once we’re outside, he unlocks the car and I walk over to the passenger side, but he clears his throat.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting into the car?”
“Backseat, babe.”
I glare at him. Is he fucking serious?
“What, is this seat taken or something?”
He opens his door with that fucking smirk, “Nope.”
Andy!” A few flashes go off, “Andy, who’s that!?”
He curses under his breath.
“Get in the backseat and duck down,” He demands and I climb in, hiding my face, and soon the car is started.
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“Are we there yet?”
I found myself asking this question every time we made a turn, which was… a lot.
“Not yet. I told you, I have to take the long way to get rid of any paps. I don’t want them following and figuring out where my new house is.”
I turn around, “We’re like, the only people on this road. Is it really necessary for me to keep my head down?”
He chuckles, “We lost them like twenty minutes ago.”
I scowl at him, “Are you freaking serious!?” I sit up.
“Mhm,” I see him smirk in the rearview mirror.
“And can you turn the radio up? Awkward silences aren’t my thing.”
“Awkward?” He raises a brow in the mirror, “I enjoy that awkward silence. It’s peaceful.”
“It’s annoying.”
“You’re annoying.”
I roll my eyes and it goes silent again. I don't know how this silence doesn't bother him, but then again, he's a creep.
I lean against the passenger seat with my cheek pressed against the cold leather. There's not much to look at outside since it's dark, so I watch him.
I’d always thought he was hot. Like, hot hot. Okay, maybe I still do. I mentally sigh. I just wish his personality was as beautiful as his features. Honestly, I don’t know how Olivia stands him - although I think there’s something going on between the two of them at the moment. I haven’t seen them together much lately.
“We're here,” He announces and my head shoots up when the gates in front of us slowly open.
I can’t see much, but from what I can see, the house is more like a fucking mansion. It’s very white, very modern, and very neatly designed. There are plenty of wide windows all around the place, and even more palm trees surrounding the lowest level of the house.
I look up as we enter a garage type thing, and notice the turquoise water of the pool above us lit up through the glass that it’s contained in. The jets on the sides and ground of the pool causes bubbles to erupt everywhere and my jaw drops at the sight. It looks freaking amazing. Like the whole house came out of a luxury brochure or something.
“Doesn’t the water ever overlap?” I ask, since the water is leveled perfectly at the top.
“Nope” I turn my head to see that cocky smirk of his etched across his features. He drives up a level, pushing a button to open the enormous garage door.
Once it’s open, he pulls into the massive ‘garage’ that actually looks nothing like how a garage would look. It’s entirely white, like the exterior of the house, and spotless. There’s not even tire or grease marks anywhere. The room is wide and open, one wall being complete glass.
He parks beside a yellow Lamborghini and I gape at the other various sports cars placed amongst the room. I expected nothing less than this of him, honestly.
Close your mouth, Charlie.
I catch him smirking again and instantly close my mouth, sitting up straight, pretending not to be phased by the sight before me. And I have a feeling I haven’t seen anything yet...
“Nice,” I give him a simple compliment and he merely chuckles before climbing out of the Corvette.
Surprising me, he comes around the car and opens my door for me, and even more shockingly, holds his hand out for me to take.
I frown, looking down at his hand, and then his face, which looks impassive.
The second our palms touch, heat rushes to my face and then through the rest of my body, and I try to push the feeling aside.
His fingers wrap around my wrist before he gently pulls me to my feet outside of the vehicle.
I look up at him as his bright gaze stares into mine intently.
I gulp hard. No, don’t feel intimidated!
The air feels thick and my stomach twists.
I immediately let go of his hand when I realize I was still holding onto it.
“You okay there?” He asks, but it’s not genuine. There’s a touch of humor in his features that gives him away, “You look a little flustered.”
I clear my throat, “Yeah, um, no, I’m okay.” I slid out from between him and the Corvette and scoot my way between cars as he follows closely behind me, then closes the garage door.
He quickly passes me before sliding up a white door that’s built into the wall, camouflaged so well that I hadn’t even noticed.
He places his thumb on a scanner beside it, and the door opens. He steps aside to let me go through first.
What, so he’s a gentleman now?
He points up so I walk up the, again white, spiral staircase and then step inside – no, outside? – This place is so weird. It’s sort of like an inside on the outside? Oh, this is the level that the pool is on.
“Okay, I admit it, this place is amazing,” I couldn’t deny it or hold it in any longer because damn. He has a breathtaking view. This entire floor was on the outside.
“Thank you.” He smiles, “Would you like a full tour of the place or should we just get down to business?”
My stomach flips at his words and I blink, “Acting, right?” I mentally facepalm, fucking idiot. Of course he meant acting!
He laughs at that, like a genuine laugh, “Yes, Charlie, acting.”
I chuckle awkwardly, “Yeah, we should get down – I mean, we should just do that. I have a feeling that a tour of your entire house would take a good hour or so.”
He smirks, “You make a good point. This way.” We walk by the beige colored wall and I take in the interior. I don’t know what’s more beautiful. The outside or the inside. It’s a perfect balance. The place is literally a dream house. Even the floor was a pretty marble, polished to perfection.
He sits down on a white ‘L’ shaped sofa before looking up at me and patting the space beside him.
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head, sitting down next to him. “Not really.”
He shrugs then stands up, “Scripts under the coffee table.”
I turn my head and see him busying himself with something around the corner.
Pulling out the script, I flip through the pages, noticing how he had certain lines highlighted in blue, as well as small notes sticking out of some of the pages, also color coordinated.
Okay, so it wouldn’t kill me to be half as organized as he is.
He steps out again, carrying a tray in one hand with two wine glasses and a small plate of crackers on it, all so graceful.
“Just a little snack,” He smiles.
I nod.
He places the tray on the coffee table before sitting back down beside me. He lifts up the script before paging through it whilst taking a sip of his wine, “There’s a scene here, where you’re required to sob. Can you cry on demand?”
I frown, “No…”
“You’re going to have to learn.”
“How? What do you do?”
“Oh, it comes naturally when I’m in scene. You have to really connect with your character. Be your character and allow yourself to feel whatever they are.”
“Well, I have no trouble portraying Leah, but I can’t exactly relate to her much.”
“Why not?” He frowns, “You’re a lot like her, actually.”
I snort before realizing how unladylike it probably looked but not particularly giving a damn, “How? She’s a sassy bitch --”
He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“I am not a sassy bitch,” I bring my glass up to my lips before taking a sip. Oh, this tastes so expensive. I better drink slowly.
“It’s not that hard to be a character that’s nothing like you.” You would know. “Besides, you’ll always find something that you have in common with them. For instance, me and my character, Johnny?” He scoffs, “When would I ever be such a pussy? But what we have in common? We both dress pretty sick.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh, “Okay, Andy.”
He closes the script and I frown, “So…. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”
“Um, I thought we were doing some scenes?”
“We are. But it would be nice to get to know you.”
“Get… To know me?” I repeat, confused. Just when I was beginning to think he wasn’t weird.
“Tell me about yourself.” He shrugs, “I mean, I’m sure you already know enough about me from what you’ve read in magazines but --”
“I don’t, actually,” I cut him off and his face goes blank.
“Well, good then. Most of those articles are bullshit half the time anyway. What would you like to know, then?” He tilts his head to the side, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, as he sits back.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t come here to get to know each other. You said you were going to help me?”
He stares at me for a second before sighing slightly.
“Very well, then,” He raises an eyebrow, turning to a specific page before looking at me from under his long eyelashes. “Let’s begin.”

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Love it, keep on man!

Maddijuana Maddijuana
2/18/18