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Who was the girl staring back at me?
A liar? Is someone just trying to protect themselves? Who was she, and why did she look so sad? Why did she look like she had secrets hiding behind those down-turned eyes?
My brown hair was a knotted mess, so I grabbed my purple brush and brushed the tangles. It was a long process to look good, but I was just getting ready for bed, so all I needed to do was brush my hair and put it up before sleep.
As I brushed my hair, I gazed into my own brown eyes. They looked lonely, and I felt lonely. I hated to admit that, but I did.
Even though I felt alone, I still wouldn't let my mother's setup antics become my only option. If I had to, I would go with this fake boyfriend storyline and die on that hill.
I may find someone to be my fake boyfriend. I had no coworkers since I wrote commercial jingles; my only guy friend was Aaron.
I got dressed in a white oversized t-shirt before climbing under my covers. The bed was warm as I sunk into my soft mattress. I thought about today's events.
I saw my parents for the first time in months. I talked to my dad about Aaron's gift. I sang for my parents. Then, my mother ruined everything by bringing up Colton and his son. Now, I was stuck in the lie of having a famous boyfriend.
There was only one person I wanted to talk to, to vent to, but he probably needed more time to answer my call.
Chapter Five
Aaron
Filminghadwrappedonthe movie, and it was time for the cast and crew to celebrate. We were having a massive party on the roof of a famous hotel. Everyone from the movie was there, including Kate Winslet, which meant other A-listers would also be in attendance.
I was dressed up, but not in anything too fancy. I wore black dress pants and a black shirt with a deep V-neck. My blonde locks were slicked back as usual, and I had rings on almost all my fingers.
I knew I looked good, evident by the eyes Shelley, one of our camerawomen, kept making at me.
"Why don't you go and talk to her?" Ethan, one of the screenwriters, asked me as Shelley and I made eye contact.
"I don't know, man. Isn't it bad to get involved with the crew?" I asked.
I had heard horror stories about cast and crew mates who had gotten together on set. Everything seems perfect, but then it all falls apart.
"That's only when cast mates get together. The crew can do whatever they want," Ethan urged.
"But I'm higher than her; won't that look bad for me?"
I didn't want to jeopardize my movie-producing career just for some hottie. It had to be worth it if I was going to risk everything. Not that Shelley wasn't worth it; I just hardly knew her, except that she was smoking hot.
"Aaron, you need to relax. No one cares what we do," Amal, one of the makeup artists for Kate Winslet, piped up.
"Are you two sure? I don't want to risk anything."
"Man, you're just overthinking. Go over there and talk to the pretty girl. Talking to her doesn't guarantee anything will happen; if something does happen, no one will care as long as it is consensual. Plus, I heard Shelley knows how to keep a secret," Ethan said with a wink.
I had no idea what he meant by the last thing he said, but I decided what the hell. Seeing Shelley still watching me, I moved to approach her. What did I have to lose?
"Hey, Shelley, how is your night going? Enjoying the party?" I asked as I sidled up next to her near the edge of the rooftop.
Shelley was standing there contentedly, looking over the city below us. It was a beautiful view of the lights.
"The party's been fun, but it seems it's about to get a lot better now that you're here talking to me," Shelley flirted as she flipped her long red hair over her shoulder.
I smiled at her words. She was very into me, and I was into her. I had to shoot my shot.
"I've always noticed how pretty you were, but tonight, you look especially stunning," I responded truthfully.
She did look amazing. She wore a tight little black dress and red stiletto heels that matched her hair color. It made my groin flutter just looking at her. I was interested in spending more time with her today.
