"Mom, I'm going to be fine. I have everything, I'll call you every week at the least and I promise not to get in trouble." I hugged my mom good bye as I boarded a plane to L.A. I slung my heavy backpack over my shoulder and waved goodbye. My mom looked on the verge of tears as I gave her one last hug.
"Have fun and take advantage of the free time. I'll miss you. Make sure to say hi to mark for me." My mom called after me as I gave the stewardess my ticket. I nodded and smiled. I hurried on to the plane, thankful that I would spend the whole summer with my Dad, Mark.
"How's my little girl?"My dad gave me a bear hug, pushing every last ounce of air out of me. I gasped for air after he released me before answering.
"I'm fine." I was slightly annoyed about being call 'his little girl' because I was nearing 21. "Let me get my suitcase and we can go!" I hurried off to the Baggage Claim to grab my bag.
I jumped in to my dad's sleek black Mustang and threw my bags in the back. My dad jumped in and we drove off.
"Claire, you don't mind if I make a quick stop, I have to drop something off." I shook my head. "Good." My dad turned into a neighborhood that looked very high end. We stopped in front of a large black house, which stuck out because every other house was white. "You can come with me if you like, but you have to promise that you will relax." I agreed, though slightly puzzled by his last statement.
We marched up to the house, my dad carrying a stake of papers. We rung the doorbell before I realized how enormous the doors were. The door opened slowly to show a man with a beanie cap on and a goatee. He was about my height, but he looked fairly strong. Then I saw the curly brown hair and glistening brown eyes I realized who it was. Orlando Bloom. My dad waltzed right in, introducing me as we reached the living room. I think I might want to explain, my dad's a movie producer. He's highly connected with everyone in Hollywood.
I stood awkwardly as my dad stood and talked to Orlando. They were talking about a movie Orlando was interested in doing. When they finished up, my dad led me back out and before we could reach the car, I was yelling at my dad.
"You could have told me! I really need to get used to this." I jumped back into the car and sat silently till we reached my dad's house.
My dad's house is a 5 bedroom mansion, although I never understood why he needed so many rooms. He had a pool in the back yard, and his next door neighbors was Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. I lugged my bags into my room that I always stay in when I come to visit.
My room was a large room with sky blue walls. My four-poster bed was covered in a black and white hibiscus pattern duvet with sky blue down pillows. My vanity was hand-painted with black flowers and my picture window looked out on the beach. On the walls were vintage movie posters, some signed by the actors. It was perfect. I put my clothes into the wardrobe that matched the vanity and went into the kitchen to make some dinner.
When I opened the fridge, I found that it contained an open bottle of wine, a jar of olives and an orange. I sighed and picked up the phone to call for Chinese food.
"Claire, I have to go into work tomorrow. If you want to come, you can. Just to warn you, there will be celebrities, but based on the behavior I saw today, I'm not to worried about that." My dad was leaning over his laptop, sending e-mails to important people. I was reading Mansfield Park for the 7th time.
"M'kay." I folded down my page and went to get ready for bed. I changed into my pajamas and brushed my teeth before climbing into bed.
"Claire, Get up!" My dad called from down the hall. I rolled over to look at my clock. I rolled my eyes and buried my head in the covers. "Claire." My dad ripped the covers off me, exposing me in to the crisp morning air.
"Dad, It's 6:00!" I curled up to keep myself warm. "I'm going back to sleep." I rolled over
."We have to get to the studio by seven, come on. Up!" as I got out of the comfort of my bed, my dad left my room. I changed in to a stripped teeshirt and jeans. I pulled my wavy blond back with a headband and went out to meet my dad.
"Let's get going, we'll get something from Starbucks on the way." My dad grabbed him keys and we jumped in his car.
Sipping my chai tea, I closely followed my dad on to the set. I found a spot to sit while my dad talked to the director. I sat quietly for a few moments, watching as people slowly began to file in. I saw him walk in, and felt my stomach drop.
He was tall, with loosely curled hair and stormy ocean blue eyes. His face was tired and he was sipping on a cup identical to mine. He gave a big yawn before my dad spoke to him. He nodded and grinned before I saw my dad lead him over to me. I tried not to do something embarrassing. I sat up straight and smiled, but on the inside my heart was racing.
"Claire, this is Rob Pattinson. Rob, this is my lovely daughter, Claire." The way my dad said "lovely" gave me an odd feeling. Like he was trying to set Rob up with me. It wasn't a bad thought, just an odd one.
"Hi, It's lovely to meet you. Your dad talks of you often, could hardly control his excitement when he heard you were coming." Rob spoke with a subtle accent.
"It's nice to meet you too." I smiled back, trying to think of something else to say. "What are you drinking?" The question just popped out. Rob looked down at his cup and smiled.
"Chai Tea. It wakes me up in the morning. What are you drinking?" I saw he noticed my cup.
"Same." I giggled, though I'm still not sure why.
"Well, I have to go to hair and wardrobe. Bye." He waved goodbye before disappearing behind a door to the right. I went off to find my dad. When i found him, he was pacing, mumbling into his cell phone.
"-tell her to get here now!... I don't care that she-... I understand, but if we don't get started, we'll loses a lot of money... I don't care, just get her here, I don't even care how!...Alright, good b-" he hung up his phone and buried his face in his hands. I approached carefully, knowing that my dad had a tendency to lash out when frustrated.
"Dad? Are you okay?"
"No, everything is going wrong. Our lead female just dropped out!" He massaged his temple and sighed. "Where am i going to find an actress in the next 15 minutes?"I shrugged.
"I don't know dad, if you need anything, I'm here for you. Don't be afraid to ask." Just then my dad's face relaxed and he stared at me.
"Claire, I need you to take that part. You're perfect for the role!" My dad looked desperate. "Please?"
"well, um... uh..." I was okay at theater, I once got the lead in a play in high school. "alright." My dad gave me a big hug before handing me the script I was suppose to study.
"We're starting with scene 14." I flipped through the pages. I found the scene and my stomach dropped.
"Dad, this is a kissing scene. Can't we start somewhere else?" My dad shook his head. "alright."