Well, you've met Rob, so...do you fancy a bit of Jackson and Kellan too? :P
The next morning, I went to work like normal, but within about an hour of being there, I already realised just how difficult publishing the book here was going to be. I was basically told that publishing in America was going to be a lot more difficult.
I stayed there for more than three hours, having talks with some of the best publishing agencies in America, before having a short coffee break.
I went and sat in the canteen on my own, sighing heavily as I grabbed a talk and set down a sandwich and a plastic cup of tea to drink. It was so much hard work, and I'd already been through this back in England, which was why I had imagined that it wouldn't be so difficult here, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, so I got it out, reading a text message, I'd received:
Hey, it's Rob. Any luck with the book?
I smiled in response, pleased that he had text me to ask, because I had told him yesterday about the job, and he didn't exactly have to text me to ask me if it was going okay. He didn't have to do anything that he did for me.
Not very well, a lot of hard work; going to have a different meeting with lots of different publishers in half an hour or so.
I text back, before going back into the office to see what was going on. Nobody was there, so I sat in there and waited for people to start arriving. It didn't take very long, and the meeting started earlier than expected, which was good because I wanted to get on with it and know what was going to gk on with my book.
There was one publisher who was interested in reading my book, a young, in her twenties, dark haired girl called Sally. I agreed to send it to her that same afternoon, and we left it at about three, but I stayed at the office to read through my book.
I wanted to get it sent off to her as soon as I could, so I read through the whole of my book, reading the whole of it, and proof reading it, and editing some of the book to make it sound better, which took me a few hours.
I didn't mind though; I just wanted everything to be perfect, and I wanted my book to be perfect. It was worthy of being published in America, I knew it was. The grammar was American, rather than English, because the book was based in America.
So to have it published in the country of my book's origin would be more than amazing, which was why I wanted my book to be more then worthy.
It was about six by the time I finished sorting through my book, and after sending it to Sally, I forced myself to make my way outside and start to make my way home. I spent the ten minutes taxi journey home texting Rob to let him know how it went today.
I felt that it went okay, but I still felt like it could have gone a lot better than what it had done, but at least I had managed to capture the interest of one producer. It was a start, a small start; it was true, but a start, never the less.
I'll meet you at your house, if you don't mind?
Rob text me, asking, after I had told him that I had planned to go home. I text back, agreeing, but warned him that I hadn't had dinner, yet, but he text back, saying that he didn't mind. I thought it was nice that he was coming over to see how my day went.
I knew there was nothing in it; I wasn't that stupid. He was just being friendly, he was being a friend, and I would definitely make the most of that whilst I could. Even to have him as a friend felt like an absolute dream.
The taxi cost got to the house after ten minutes, and the sun was still out and seemed determined to stay out for another good few hours. Despite it being about six at night, it still felt hot as I climbed out of the taxi doors, so I was more than glad that I'd put my suitable clothes on this morning.
I noticed Rob stood waiting at the front door as soon as I got out the taxi, but I tried not to notice it too much, because I knew I'd stumble about like mad, if I did. He had that effect on me, which was just so not fair.
As I walked, I took in his clothes, trying to keep my gaze on him subtle. He was sat down right outside the front door, sat on our front porch, with a pair of dark sunglasses on, which very much suited him.
He had on a plain, grey vest and jeans on, but he didn't have any jacket on, with him. It was no wonder, as it was still so warm, outside. He was smiling at me, as I walked, which was very off putting.
I wasn't sure whether he was doing it on purpose, knowing full well the effect he had on me, or whether he was purely innocent.
His hair was styled just like always, styled to be a perfect mess. He looked as though he'd been pulling at it all day, which was understandable, considering how hot it had been today. His hair had probably been annoying him.
That was sometimes the problem with knowing him. I knew so much about him, before I had even met him, but obviously I didn't want him to know that, as that would have just made things that little bit awkward.
"You look nice," he commented as soon as I had walked over to him.
I looked down at myself, at my choice of dress that I had chosen for my first day at work. I had wanted to choose a professional sort of dress as it was for work, after all, but as it was sunny and warm, I wanted it to be a nice dress too.
Which is why I'd chosen to wear a shirtdress style, which was grey and had pink polka dots scattered all over the dress.
I liked the way he felt the need to move his eyes down the whole length of my body as he complimented my dress. In fact, I liked it a little bit too much.
"Thanks…I just put it on for work." I downplayed it, with an easy smile. I could tell by the way my cheeks felt scalding hot that I was blushing in response though. I felt so embarrassed in response, but I desperately hoped he wouldn't notice, or say anything in response.
"I am here for a particular reason, I have to admit." He warned me shyly, running his hand through the top of his hair, and pulling roughly again. Damn, the way that he did that, in such a hot manner was so not fair.
"Oh right, and what would that be?" I asked, keeping my voice tone even.
"Well the other day, you're friends had told me just how much they loved Kellan Lutz and Jackson Rathbone, so-"
"Oh my god, you didn't!" I exclaimed in shock, wanting to jump on the spot. I knew if they were in the house, the two of them didn't have much chance of getting back out of the house alive.
"Yeah, they're inside now." Rob grinned in response, sensing my excitement.
"Wow, well I imagine that will be making their day very much. They always wanted to meet Jackson and Kellan, and as I've met you, I wanted their dreams to come true too." I smiled, feeling so happy for them.
"Oh, so meeting me made your dreams come true, did they?" Rob asked curiously, raising an eyebrow, and smiling in response. Of all the things to pick out in the whole sentence that quote was definitely not the best one to pick out.
"Urm…yeah, kind of," I replied awkwardly, biting down on my lower lip to stop myself from talking and embarrassing myself even more.
"Aww," he replied, as if finding it cute. I watched him as he smiled; working it out that really thought it was cute. That really wasn't the look I was going for.
"Ugh…let's get in the house before I embarrass myself even more." I asked in embarrassment, making him chuckle in response. I didn't mind making him laugh, but I didn't like being called cute at all.
I heard chattering as soon as I got into the house, and I followed the hallways through, and right through to into the living room, where both Jackson and Rachael and Kellan and Tasha was sitting on both sofas, laughing and talking together.
"What do we have here then?" I asked jokingly.
Tasha and Rachael smiled in response. "Rob invited these two over to meet us which I have to say was really nice of him to do so." Tasha replied.
"Very nice of him indeed," I smiled at Rob, who shrugged innocently, as if it was truly no bother at all.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Kellan and Jackson. I'm going to go make some dinner. Anyone want anything?" I asked, which everyone replied no.
I went into the kitchen, expecting Rob to stay and talk to them, only to turn round and see him standing at the side of the kitchen instead. I smiled warily at him, wondering why he hadn't gone and sat, talking with them.
"Do you want anything?" I asked him kindly.
He shook his head. "No, thanks."
I smiled at him, and started making a fresh salad and a cooking up a vegetarian chicken piece to go with it.
"Are you a vegetarian?" He asked intrigued.
I nodded. "I've been a vegetarian since I was about fourteen."
"Wow," he replied, sounding impressed by that. "I've been smoking since I was eighteen, which is not such a good thing, but I've cut down a lot I only have a few a day, or so now." He admitted honestly.
"Well that's still good. I know giving up smoking is difficult. I used to do it for a year or so at college but I soon gave up." I admitted.
"Good; I mean, it is a horrible habit." He agreed.
Kellan and Tasha walked into the room, and Tasha sniffed the air complimentary. "Something smells nice."
"Yeah, I'm having a salad with a vegetarian chicken piece."
"Hmm, sounds good." She smiled, getting herself a glass of water from the tap.
"So…I take it this is the girl who's obsessed with my British buddy over here?" Kellan asked in a booming voice, making Tasha and Rob laugh in response.
I automatically wanted to stick up for myself, despite the fact that when I turned round and actually looked at him properly, he looked very scary.
"No, I'm not obsessed…I just have a genuine interest. I have an interest about most things." I said back, making Tasha laugh again in response.
"Bless ya, you make me laugh."
"Hey, it's cool. If I was a Girl, I have to admit, I'd be obsessed with this hotty." He joked, winking over at Rob playfully and making Rob laugh in response.
"And the same with you, Kellan," he joked, laughing.
"Oh lordy," Tasha laughed, making me laugh in response too.
"Well, I'm glad we have that confession out of the way." I joked, making me and Tasha laugh again in response.
My chicken piece was ready then, so I put it on my plate with my salad ready, and made my excuses to go outside as I wanted to sit down whilst it was still lovely. I took a glass of chilled, white wine with me too.
As soon as I was finished, I put my plate back into the kitchen and got a little bit more of wine, and went and laid out in the sun, whilst the sun was setting. It was still lovely and warm outside, so I didn't want to waste my time sitting indoors, whilst it was so lovely.
Wearing my very cool Ray Ban sunglasses too, of course.
Rob came to see where I was, no doubt feeling like the third wheel with the four of them laughing and talking inside. It was so unfair that someone so beautiful literally looked so beautiful. He made my heart flutter.
"Getting used to the sun?" He asked me playfully, as he sat down next to me, sitting up properly rather than laying down, like how I was. I knew what he meant; I was from England too, and LA was a lot warmer than it was back at home.
"Yeah, it's absolutely beautiful out here, isn't it?" I sighed happily. "I could definitely get used to it." I added with a smile.
"And wearing Ray Bans too. Good taste." He commented jokingly.
I laughed in response. "Well, what can I say? I learnt from the best." I grinned, knowing he would understand what I mean.
After all he wasn't stupid; he knew I was a fan of him, so he would have known that I took interest in what he wore.
He chuckled in response. "What, from moi?"
"Yes, actually."
He chuckled again. "I'm surprised. Most people say that they learn what not to wear from me." He joked.
I already knew that was probably true though, because not a lot of people did think he had a very good sense of fashion. Others constantly bitterly disagreed. I was one of the others. I liked being different, like that.
"Aw, well I disagree." I smiled kindly.
He smiled back, having that immediate heart fluttering effect on me, which was so not fair. In a way, I wished I wasn't so affected by him, because then it would make it easier to just be friends with him.
But I knew that was just wishful thinking.
And I also wished there was ever a chance that he could ever look at me as if he thought I was beautiful. But again, it was all wishful thinking.
Really hope you liked! :)
