Sins.of.my.youth. (CHAPTER 1)
I was sitting in the limo. I love acting, I love how many fans, and I have. I think it's adorable, the little things they do because they can't resist me. Here we go, Toronto.
I walked out of the limo to the sounds of screaming fans, breathing hot breath down each other's backs waiting for me. Little old me.
My name is Elijah Goldsworthy, and I'm a T.V. star. Most people know me for my work as an actor, but some people just look at me and fall in love. Why was I so irresistible? I don't know.
Eli, you cocky bastard.
As I walked into the little store, that they were opening, I glanced around with a smug smile on my face. Of course they loved me, how could they not? I mean I'm pretty perfect, at least as far as perfect can go.
As I walked in, I saw the man who owned the little coffee joint, The Dot is what they called it. Don't ask me why, but they did. There was an older woman standing next to him, probably his wife. Behind them was a bouncy brunette, with a white smile, and brown eyes. Obviously she was a fan. I smirked and shook hands with said man.
"Pleasure to meet you, my name is Randal Edwards, and this is my wife." I smiled and then the little peppy brunette, jumped in front of her mother.
"I'm Darcy, Darcy Edwards."
I kissed her hand, and she giggled. She would.
This shindig, has been going on for about an hour, so I snuck out through the back door, to get some fresh air, as I walked out, someone else was standing there, but I saw her too late, and accidently ran into her.
"Oh my god! Watch where you going," she looked up at me, I expected her to see who I was and then mutter, and blush an apology, but that isn't exactly what I got.
She rolled her eyes.
"Wow, what are you even doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be in there totally rocking the place?" She was VERY sarcastic. I like that. But why didn't she like me?
"What's your problem?" she sighed,
"Honestly, why are you talking to me?"
"Because I want to."
"Well you can't have everything you want, even if you are little Richie Rich."
"Original much?"
"Seriously what do you want?"
"I want to know what your beef is."
"My beef is that you are ruining this place."
"I am the FACE of this place."
"Don't remind me, my parents let my sister decide which celebrity she wanted for the face of said dot. And now were stuck with you." She honestly looked disgusted with me, and it hurt. But yet, I still wanted to talk to her.
"So, wanna ditch this popsicle stand?" she looked wide eyed at me.
"If you're the "face" of my families' restaurant, you better carry your ass in there, and do your job. But I will ditch, just not with you."