Chapter 2
"Right." He walked torwards apartment building next to ours. (Note: They live on the first floor of a much fancier, high class apartment, so that's why they also have a second floor.)
He walked over to a simple white truck. I walked over to the passenger side and got in. It was fairly clean. He started up the car. I saw a figure rise in the back.
"The hell? Lysander, you said you were going to be fast. And who's this kid?" Some grumpy guy growled. His hair was dyed red, and he wore some band shirt. Winged Skull or something like that. One of the band members were currently dating Maria.
"Sorry, Castiel. The uh..." He turned faintly pink at the thought. So the redhead's name was Castiel.
"My 14 year old sisters were trying to turn him into a little toy for themselves. 34 Birch Berry Road." I said swiftly.
"34 Birch Berry Road?" Castiel narrowed his eyes.
"Why would a little kid like you go there?" He asked/snarled.
"My sister works there. Asked me to come there. My name is Andrea, just so you know. I'm not a little kid, just saying." I was annoyed by him. "And just how drunk are you?" I fanned my nose.
"Sober. I'll guarantee that. Anyways, you're so tiny, you could be a kid." He leered.
"Castiel, get off her." Lysander sighed.
"Why did we stop?" I asked.
"Car broke down." Lysander seemed to be having a bad day.
"Let me try." I got out of the car.
"And what would a little goth Lolita like you know?" Castiel got out as well.
"Well, my mother was a mechanic, so a lot actually." I recalled the days where I would work with my mother in the shop, while my sister and father were off working in their little entertainment industry-things. Oh how things changed. I pulled lifted up the top and dug around. Castiel came over and joined me.
"Got a wrench?" I looked up. Castiel went into the car, and came out a few seconds later with one. I got the car up and running in a few seconds.
"Let's go." I looked at my phone.
Hurry! Maria had sent to me.
"Your sister rushing you?" Lysander asked as he switched lanes.
"Yep!" I let the p pop. I texted her. The strangers that are kidnapping just had a little problem with the car. Had to help them. Sorry?
"So we're strangers?" Castiel leaned over.
"Be polite!" I huffed.
"You say as you call us strangers..." He raised an eyebrow.
"It's a joke. An ongoing joke between Maria and I." I shook my head slightly at Maria's reply.
"Well we are strangers of a sort." Lysander pointed out.
"But I know where you live, and so does my family. So even if your a stranger, it's slightly safer." It was the only reason, I was here. Besides the whole urgent-get-over-here-or-else thing that Maria was telling me.
"So Maria's your sister?" Castiel changed the subject.
"And a lot of other things, but yes." I turned off my phone.
"Like what? Don't tell me you work there?" Castiel glared. I suddenly turned around and grabbed his face. More specifically, his ear. It had that coffee spot that Deborah had told me about.
"Ah! I know you!" I exclaimed.
"You were scouted out awhile ago." I recalled. No wonder he was all grumpy.
"Yeah. Until they told me that I wasn't what they were searching for." Castiel grounded his teeth together.
"You were scouted out with that other person... I never liked her... Manipulative..." I shuddered at the memory.
"Excuse me? She was my girlfriend." Castiel looked furious. Lysander glanced to him.
"Andrea, perhaps you should get out. We're here." Lysander pointed out. I suddenly felt rude.
"Yeah. I should. Thank you for ride." I handed him some money.
"There's no need." Lysander started.
"I insist. I was rude, and so was my family before." I left it on the seat, and closed the door.
"Andrea! Come on! You're late!" Maria waved from her office window.
"Coming!" I yelled, and hurried over.
. . . . .
"Perfect. Turn this way. Smile!" The director yelled at me. I turned slowly towards the camera, a small smile creeping up on my face. The camera shutters blinking furiously. Maira stood in a corner, nodding to the beat of whatever song she was going to sing next.
"Spin! Twirl! This is a photo shoot! You are going to be on a billboard! Let that fabulous hair be noticed!" The director shouted again.
I lifted up my hair, and let it tumble down. Then I giggled, and smiled softly to the ground, letting it fall in an orderly halo around my face. I spun, and smiled. Lysander had seemed really nice. I felt horrible treating his friend like that.
"Charming!" The director shouted out.
I wondered why Castiel was so protective of his ex. Didn't he know that it was she who ruined his chance of being a star? Even love didn't last that long. After all that sweetness, eventually you would get a cavity and learn.
Lysander looked really uneasy when Castiel started to get really furious.
I spun in a full circle. Then I sat down, looking up at the camera.
"Bring the camera up higher!" Shouted the director.
Lysander looked so uneasy... Maybe he was gay? But he didn't seem to be gay... But if he was, that would explain why he didn't like Kristen and Lia preying on him. Then on the other hand, they were obviously flirting, and those girls were a bit... Yeah, that made sense, but for a guy to care so much for a friend. Maybe they weren't friends. I really hoped that Lysander wasn't gay. Except that was silly.
I turned and giggled as though being complimented by a lover, then I looked back up at the camera, laughter came tumbling out of my mouth, clear and sparkling. One hand gentling touching the side of my lips.
"Seductive! I love it!" The director cheered. I gently bit my figure, turning my head away. Why did I do this to myself. I didn't like it, I wasn't found of acting like someone I wasn't, so why? Maybe to prove a point to my father. What point though? I didn't really know.
"Alright! That's a wrap!" I got up from the floor.
"How did I do?" I tugged the earbuds away from Maria so she could hear me.
"Very seductive indeed. If you stopped dressing so goth, I bet you would be getting all sorts of catcalls and wolf whistles. That's a good thing though." Maria went all protective-old-sister on me.
