Chasing Emptiness

~Paparazzi Encounter~


No Pov

The constant flashing and demanding yelling dazed the girl's presence. She wanted out but she couldn't fight back without stirring up all the media. Questions like;

"No! You'll go when we say!"

"Did you really except the lead female role in the next big movie series?"

"Is it true that you are a black belt?" or even

"Are you really staying with your best friend from Seaford, Jack Brewer?" were all shouted to her.

The blond was just leaving the karate dojo of Hollywood, California, apart of the Bobby Wasabi chain of course, and was immediately flooded with the press when she left. Her sweaty hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her black aviator sunglasses were propped up on her nose. Even though it was 10:30pm and no sunshine was around, she still wore them because of all the flashes of the pictures that she concluded would end up in some POP magazine. Quickly, without any of the media photographers noticing, she texted her friend who was famously known for just being around her twenty-four-seven. After she dropped her phone into her duffle bag not caring about where it had fallen, she looked back up to her opponents. She did not want to be caught here all night, but she also did not want to fight them away because then, this "scene" would be all over the news just the next morning.

She ignored all of them and proceeded to try and get passed the roaring paparazzi. Then, her ears perked up from a loud car horn. Many photographers turned around also to see what the attention grabber was doing. She smiled as she saw his brown hair emerge from the car. He then closed the door of his car and jogged up the grassy slightly inclined hill that rose to the dojo.

"Excuse me. Move. Leave." no one listened to him as he pressed through the desperate paparazzi.

"MOVE!" he screamed. They stepped aside as he ran through the path they made for him. With a smirk on his lips, he approached her and grabbed her arm, dragging her with him back down the hill.

"About time." she groaned. He chuckled.

"Well your impatience is even bigger than those murderers." she smirked from the term he used for the press. The two reached his black Shelby GT 500. She never did get used to always having this car around; it was like love at first sight.

"At least I'm still all in one piece." She laughed as she told him. He just grinned at her then opened the door for her. She smiled at him as she sat in the passenger seat.

"Why were they after you so badly tonight?" his voice rang after he closed the driver's door.

"Because I- ohhhhh... I forgot to tell you." her voice rose multiple octaves at the end. He glared at her.

"Kimberly, what did you forget to tell me?" he asked in an attitude that portrayed that this has happened many times in the past.

"Okay Jackson," she emphasized his full name as he cringed at it, "I might have excepted the lead lady role in the new 'hit movie of the year'." he sarcastically gasped, pressing his hand agains this chest. She glared at the brunette.

"I thought you told me that you wouldn't except one like that?!" he yelled in a whisper, leaning towards her. She pushed him away annoyed.

"Well, I think it will give me more fame for my acting instead of my constant fights with that whore Donna." Jack smirked and turned to the steering wheel. He started the car.

"I don't even see how she made it into Hollywood, she can't even act in apart of life!" Jack laughed at that statement.

"Yeah, I remember in High School." he nodded as he took off down the road making the mufflers of the car scream to their full potential.

"I'm just glad I only see her at the dojo."

"Why did she even join?" Jack asked looking at her. Kim smirked.

"To get to you."

"Ah." he responded, nodding his head looking back to the road. The pair sat in silence but it was a comfortable one.

"Why did you come to the dojo this late?" Jack asked Kim.

"I started training at eight thirty and lost track of time. Safron dropped me off that's why I didn't have me car." Jack nodded. Safron was Kim's manager. A very experienced one also. That's why she became top-of-the-charts so fast.

Finally, after ten minutes they arrived home. The friends lived together, ever since their Freshman year of College. The house was in a wealthy neighborhood right on Huntington Beach. It was more like a modern mansion. Their are four stories, one underground. Even though the house was so big and only two lived in it, they shared a room and bed. Jack and Kim are so close that it never did bother them.

When he drove up the long driveway, he parked and Kim saw her personal car along with two other ones. Hers was a dark silver Ferrari 480. One of the other two was a 1969 Red Firebird. Kim has always wanted one and for her sixteenth birthday, her parents bought her one. The other one was a yellow 2013 SRT Dodge Viper GT.

The two got out of the car and they walked into their house, exhausted from the long work day.

Jack walled strait into the kitchen after tossing his shoes off as Kim threw her duffle bag on the small seat in the lobby of the house. Walking through the doors, you see a huge lobby with slick white tile and a high ceiling holding a crystal chandelier. The walls were painted a light gray-tinted-light-blue color.

To the right, a corridor lead to a dining room with a table broad enough to comfortably sit fourteen. The table and chair's wood was a deep coffee brown mahogany. Then, in the back left corner of the room, another wide door was apparent. It lead to the kitchen. The kitchen was long; twenty feet wide and long. A long island was built in the middle. The countertops were a dark grayish-black color. At the other end of the kitchen, a long bar area was made and at the end was the main entrance to it.

Now, back to the lobby. To the left, another corridor lead to another big room that was the same size as the dining room. Inside, the washer, dryer, and other supplies were kept. No doors in the room lead anywhere.

Again, back to the main lobby. Looking forward, to the left and right were two spiral staircases. They looped above the two side corridors and entered the second story; they did not lead to the third floor. No other staircases were made in the house. But, to get the underground floor and two top floors, you used the elevator. When you walked through the lobby, the first door to the left was the door and button you clicked for the elevator.

Still walking down the main hallway, you enter the living room. Every piece of furniture was modern. The ceiling was two stories tall, making the second story smaller than the first. There were two long couches catty-cornering with a black coffee table in front of them. Against the wall, the Samsung Smart TV was drilled to it with a movie-DVD case underneath it on the tiled floor.

Kim always remembered the conversation Jack and her had when they first bought it. He was going on and on about how un-smart it was. The way you used it was just like Kinect on XBox360. Moving your hand moves the mouse it to chose the application you want. Jack just didn't like it.

A smirk plastered across Kim's face as she stole a glance from him as he practically zipped to the kitchen. Kim threw her shoes to the side then plopped in the couch.

"On." she told the TV. It turned on with a, "Hello." Kim waved her hand over the channel she wanted to watch. Her favorite movie, Knight and Day with Tom Cruise, was on.

"Kiiiiiiiiiiim." Jack yelled. Kim threw her head back with a groan. She knew what this whine was about. It was the, "We have no food in the house" whine. She got up and turned right. She looked through the bar area's window and Jack stood at the fridge.

"You're more than able to get food by yourself." she told him. He groaned and closed the doors to the stainless steal refrigerator. The starving brunette walked over to the counter across from Kim and rested his hands on it supporting himself. He gave her his persistent desperate look and she smiled as she looked away since she didn't wan to fall under his spell. But, it did pull her in and his gleaming brown orbs made her say yes.

"Let's go." She groaned. He smirked.

"Wait," Jack stopped her from walking to the foyer, "Take a shower. Please." Kim gave him a sarcastic look and with a smirk walked to the elevator. Jack chuckled then left to the elevator to clean up as well.

Interestingly, Jack felt an unusual pang in his stomach as he got ready to go. He kept pushing it to the back of his mind but it always came back and lingered there for a while. Once he was finished getting ready, he sat on the end of their bed. His stomach pain wasn't going away and soon, he felt abnormally warm. After flipping on the overhead fan, he sat back down on the bed again.

'What is this?!' His mind screamed.

His left leg paced as he felt sweat drip from his forehead.

"JACK!" Kim yelled from downstairs. When she called his name, a zing zipped through the pain in his stomach. His breath hitched. He then bounced up and left the room.

Still shocked in what he had just felt, he clicked the main floor button on the elevator and it brought him down.

"Sorry." he told her just as the doors opened. She smiled. But, the pain got worse. His eyes widened at Kim. Even though she wore something she wore everyday, just a little dressier, it made his heart race.

"Let's go." he exclaimed in a weird accent after a few awkward seconds. Kim smirked and followed Jack out the door.

Kim wore black skinny jeans with gray flats. Her bangs were pinned back and light waves flowed to her shoulders. A light purple silky over-sized sweater was over a light gray tank-top. She did not wear make-up. Jack did not allow her to. Yes, he wasn't in control over her. Yes, he did not tell her what to do, but he didn't like her to wear make-up; he thought she looked beautiful without it.

The two walked out of the house and down the driveway. Jack walked to his Shelby but Kim brought out her keys. She smirked at her as she chuckled. He followed her to her Ferrari. She loved that car.

"I'm driving. " Jack told her slipping the keys out of her hand. The blond's eyeballs nearly popped out of her head.

"Um, no way hosay, my car; me drive." she snatched the keys out of his hand and kissed them. He shook his head at her and walked to the passenger side of the car. The two got in, it started with a growl and then, she sped off; tires squealing.


R&R

~Lee :]