A/N: Hi I'm back with Heart Desire. I hope people are still reading this. If you are then be honest, tell me what you think. I know I'm not a good writer but I try.
Chapter 12When Paul, Gina and I entered the train, I was still freaked out. I mean I know my job requires weird and outrageous things but that was just… unnaturally spooky.
How would you like it if some homeless guy new your name and social security number? Well… maybe not your social security number but he knew enough information to make you hitch hike to another country and never look back and become Dutch. You just gotta run from those types of people. They would be your friend one second then bite your ear off the next minute.
Paul says not to worry about it. Easy for him to say, He can afford to hire a personal bodyguard.
We took the 3 train to 42nd Street and Times Square and we were instantly trampled on. So many exits, so many people, so little air for me to breathe.
"Why the hell is everybody walking so damn fast?" Paul asked. He would have stepped on this dog if he hadn't knocked over this Chinese lady's shopping bags.
"Because this is Manhattan" Gina answered for him. "Everything is fast down here."
"Yeah Paul." I said punching him in the arm to get a free feel.
Er…I mean for the hell of it. I have such a twisted mind.
"You have to walk fast, talk fast, and be fast. One thing's for sure, if you're going to hang out with me today," I continued. "You can't act like a tourist."
"Why can't I act like a tourist?"
"Because," Gina answered for me. "If you do. New York will eat you alive. The McDonald's outside this station charges $2.49 for a McChicken from the dollar menu. This place is just crazy." She said throwing her hands up in the air.
When we finally left the Subway we walked awhile in the cold. Paul and me weren't really dressed for this kind of weather so we just bought some stuff form the MTV Store with Paul's Credit Card. We went to hotel Marriott and went up to the 23rd floor and stole shampoo and washmouth. We were pretty much acting like teenagers. Outside, people were giving out free samples of pens and brand named toothpicks. Who in the hell gives out free toothpicks? Crazy desperate people, that's who.
At around 4:00 we went to the Laser Tag Park and played a game againist these tough Black and Hispanic girls from The Bronx. The tall Puerto Rican girl kept looking at my breasts. Er…that's so Homo. Can't she tell I'm with Gina?
Whenever we weren't looking they would slap each other on the ass. Which is…er gay. They started singing this ridiculous song call Coochie don't fail me now.
Can you believe this? I've been away from New York too long.
Around 5:00 we headed back up on Broadway.
"Hey you guys, you want to be a groupie?" Gina asked us excitedly.
"A groupie to what?" I asked.
"Do you want to stand outside the TRL studios and scream and be dumb?" She didn't even give us time to answer, because she just dragged us across the street to where screaming fans were holding up signs saying 'Let me up!' and'We came all the way from Canada to see you Damien!' and my personal favorite 'Don't be an Ass let me up!' Funny, funny demented people.
"The holidays are the best times to come here. Too bad we can't go up anymore." Gina continued sadly. She pushed her way towards the middle in the front. We followed close behind. We were getting a lot of grunts and complaints from angry teens.
"You just can't glide your way through," This girl spat at me. "You need to get your ass to the back" Before I could say a quick-witted insult, Gina stepped in.
"What'd you say, be'atch? If you'd move your fat ass to the right everybody can fit. Understand?" The girl nodded in understanding and moved over for all of us to fit n the front. We looked over at Gina in amazement and she just shrugged like it was no big deal.
We looked up to the second floor and the cameraman told us to scream louder. He kept waving his hand higher and higher until he said stop and everybody stopped screaming on a dime. I looked to my left and I saw Vanessa walking down the street towards us with a cameraguy walking quickly behind.
"Hey you guys, look!" I said pointing.
"What Simon?" Gina said turning towards me. When she realized a camera was coming towards her, she totally freaked.
"Over here, over here!" She practically screamed in Paul's ear.
"Damn girl. Calm down. She ain't going no where." Paul then turned to me. "Tell your friend something"
"Hey Damien, I'm downstairs and I'm outside the studios and these people are giving me a headache." Vanessa laughed and everybody outside started screaming louder.
Great, when I get home I'm going to have a killer headache. I'm never coming back to this place. I tried to dip low to get away from the noise, but this guy had his hand jammed into my back.
Well… I think it was his hand.
"Okay let's see who really wants to come upstairs into the nice and warm studios with me. Hmmm… how about you!" Vanessa looked at potential faces and she even passed mines but I wouldn't make eye contact. I'm afraid to say that I'm camera shy. She landed on Paul.
Hey! What about me! I'm pretty too! I want to be on T.V! Paul sucks. Literally. Hehehe.
"Me?" Paul said innocently.
"Yes you!" Vanessa responded. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from southern California." Hey what about us. How come Paul gets all the camera time.
"Wow. That's a long way from here. We're looking for a Veej for today and would you like to come up?"
"Only if I can bring my friends." He said putting his arms around me and Gina's shoulders.
"Alright, come on up." She led us out of the November cold and up to the second floor. The production assistants asked us for our names and ages and explain to us what we had to do. They gave us each a microphone and told us to wait until they gave us the 'signal'. I wanted to ask what was the signal but they just walked away. How rude.
"This is so totally cool." Gina said jumping up and down. "I can't believe I'm going to be on TV"
"Well you have me to thank. I got you two here." Paul uttered.
"On please. Stop acting corky. It always has to be with you it can never be-" I started but I was interrupted by a push onto the TRL set. I didn't even hear our names being called. Maybe that was the signal. I mean, hearing our names being call. That makes sense.
Gina was the first one onto the set. Paul was behind me. Coming from the streets and into the cold has made me nauseous. Those bright lights were killing me. I was baking.
"Hey you guys." Damien said. He hugged me and Gina and he shook hands with Paul. "So tell us where you're from." He continued.
"Well me and Suze are from Carmel, California." Paul answered for us. "And Gina's from Brooklyn." There was a loud roar from a section of the audience.
"What do you guys plan on doing for Thanksgiving?" Damien asked.
"Nothing much." Gina explained. "Just hanging out with the families and eating Turkey."
"Can I say something?" Paul suggested.
"Sure. Say whatever you'd like." That's when Paul turned to me. Oh no, Don't tell me he's going to embarrass me on national television. He turned back to camera #2.
"This is Suze. She's a cute girl. Stubborn but cute. I like her a lot." OH GoD! "The only problem is that she's in denial. She's blind she's-" And that's when he kissed me. On national television.
I only had one choice. I had to give in.
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