Authors Note: it took out my song lyrics, so this channel has none. xD

C-H-A-P-T-E-R-1-0

Avan dialed Liz again, but her phone must have finally died for the fact that she wasn't answering. He started pacing. Liz was never late without an explanation, never. She'd always call - especially when it was Avan.

Avan continued to pace. He was nervous as heck - What are the chances that Liz got caught out in "old school Hollywood" at night? Everyone knew that was bad, the creeper paparazzi came out, with their sceevy smiles and black beady eyes. Not only would they catch celebrities in embarrassing moments, they'd rape celebrities.

Liz was strong enough to fight back, right?

He debated whether or not to call one of their friends. But who? Matt, who would scream like a little girl. He loved Matt, but he was too comical. He made everything a joke. Maybe after this whole thing was over, but not now. Ariana? No, she'd be "oh my gosh... LIZ LIZ" and tears would poor down her face.

Victoria? Liz would kill her. But that was his best choice.

"Hey, Victoria, It's Avan, and Liz is..."

Victoria was beaming from the other side of the phone. "Decided you want me?"

He paused. "What the fu-," Avan stopped himself short. "Get over yourself, Victoria. Liz is missing!"

"Oh." No sympathy from her. What was up with this world? The girl of his dreams was over two hours late, it was almost 11 o'clock, and she was last heard to be going to a bad area. Avan could feel his heart getting heavy in his chest as he began to cry.

"Victoria, Help me!"

With that, Victoria stopped. "Okay, where was Elizabeth last seen?"

Avan thought, should he tell her? What if she already knew? He got over himself though, deciding this was his last choice.

"Avan..."

"She was in old school Hollywood, going shopping. She always gets caught up there, her phone was already going dead and she might not have left until it was getting late."

"Meet Ariana and I there," Victoria told him, before the click of a dead conversation was heard.

His heart continued to beat faster as he dug through the pile of shit on his counter to find his keys, through on his favorite jean jacket and beanie, and stepped inside to the night air. He prayed that Liz was okay. She had to be, for that matter, she could act tough. Some people can't tell the difference between reality and the show.

xxx

They pulled into the area, flashing cameras could be seen from miles. The paparazzi we're wild tonight.

"Is she okay?" Ariana asked, waking up in Victoria's back seat.

"We just got here," she answered. Avan was approaching her car, so they both got out, greeted him, and began to work there way through the little, almost-town-like, "old school Hollywood".

Ariana stepped light on her feet, pink scarf wrapped around her head. She was shivering in her yellow tee shirt, and she was hiding under the scarf for her sake.

"Hey, pretty guurl, I go' to your blach hair girl earlier," the sceevy man rolled of his tongue. He was old, forty some, and his teeth stuck out in a werewolf like way. He looked like he belonged as a murder on a horror film.

Ariana let out a blood curdling scream, and both Victoria and Avan took off running towards her, but the man had covered her mouth, and the screaming was lost.

Victoria stood confused. She looked around, and then nodded to Avan.

"This. Is. Bad."