I want to clear a few things first:
I'm basing the movie on the movies but I may change some things because, frankly, I haven't seen the movie in a while now. So don't get mad when some timelines are mess up.
Second, I want to combine different marvel comics of the story, but it may only be with one. I may put more if I decide to keep writing the story all the way to The Avengers.
And third, I think I'm going too be updating every other day, so they will be like, three chapters a week, but I don't know.
Disclaimer: All Iron Man characters belong to Marvel and the producers of the movie.
Chapter 2
I spot Julie in the lobby looking frantically around her. I hope I'm the one she's looking for.
"Julie!" She finally sees me.
"There you are! I know you're not into this kind of stuff, but please, spare me"
"Sorry, I didn't want to get caught when all hell broke loose" I said smirking.
"Lucky you" We're heading to the main entrance when we hear someone yell.
"Wait!" And guess who it is. No seriously, guess.
"You forgot your lighter" He says when he reached us. I think is pretty obvious who I'm talking about, and if it's not, Julie's face should give it away.
"Thanks" I say after he hands it to me.
"I didn't catch your name"
"That's because I didn't say it" What a bitch, right? "But it's Darla"
"I'm Tony, but you already knew that" Then he notices Julie. "Hello, I'm-" But Julie cuts him up.
"Tony Stark, I know, I was on the press conference" She says with a 'I'm-about-to-get-slap-by-a-September-issue' face on.
"Right" He obviously didn't remember her. He turns back to me. "So I was wondering, are you busy later?" By this point Julie has gone to wait in the car.
"As in tonight?" I said nervously. Don't get me wrong, I dated. But he's … him.
"Well, yeah"
"Actually… I'm busy tonight" And it's true, I am busy tonight, some gala or something.
"Oh really?" He says with skepticism. Then the redhead woman comes and starts saying something to Tony but I'm not paying attention. I'm becoming more aware of how many people are watching us. "So it seems I'm busy too, maybe some other time"
"Sure" And he hands me his card. Like that's going to happen.
"I can't believe you know Tony Stark" Says Julie when we're driving.
"I don't know him, we just talked"
"But he asked you out"
"You say it like is something out of the ordinary for him to do" Then I glance at her. "You want him to ask you out, don't you?"
"So what if I do" Is she blushing?
"You're going to end up like Christine! I mean, she used to be a bitch before, but now she's the mother of all bitches" I throw my hands in the air.
"You're exaggerating"
"You're right. She doesn't have a motherly bone in her body"
"Darla!" She says glaring at me.
"It's true!"
"Still, is rude to say that behind someone's back?"
"So you want me to say it to her face? Besides, you're a reporter, isn't your job to talk behind someone's back?"
"Yes but you're not a reporter, so you can't"
"Very mature. So where are we going?"
"To get something to eat, I hardly think they're going to le you eat something at the photo shoot" Another reason why I didn't ditch earlier, I have work.
"I have a dream; someday I'm going to come to California just for pleasure"
"That sounds nice"
"It is"
So after we had lunch, Julie drops me off at the studio. I like studios; they're private, not like locations, where there are people itching to know what the hell is going on. A little embarrassing.
Anyway, I come into the studio and make sure everything is ready.
"Everything ready?" I yell the moment I step in the studio.
"Yeah" Some people yell. Good enough for me.
I walk over the table where the equipment is and start taking what I'm going to use.
"They said they're ready when you are" Someone to my right says scaring the living shit out of me. I turn around to see a blonde guy dressed as a director's wannabe.
"I'm ready" I say holding a camera. "But first let me check on the models"
"To see if they're ready?"
"To see if I know them" That way It will be easier to know if they're going to be a pain in the ass during the whole shoot.
I enter the dressing room to see five models dressed in what looks some kind of mix between safari and urban outfit.
"Hey guys, nice clothes"
"Hey Darla" Two of them said. Rachel and Emily. I've known them for five years when I used to model. Oh by the way, I used to be a model. It happened when I was expelled from Stanford after attending a year, the reason is not important right now. The point is that I modeled for about almost a year doing magazine covers and stuff, until I was accepted to M.I.T. The funny thing is that they accepted me for the reason I was expelled.
"You guys ready? Have you finished puking?"
"That's not funny" Says Emily.
"Or maybe it is in a crude kind of way" Replies Rachel.
"Maybe it is" I say
"Whatever, we're ready"
"Good, let's get this mother started" I say heading to the station.