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Chapter Two
Leaning back uncomfortably on the overstuffed chair, I folded my legs beneath me and looked around the living room. Floor to ceiling windows filled the vast majority of the left wall, and a chocolate coloured wallpaper filled the remaining three walls.
"Chilled water okay?" Pete asked me as he threw a bottled water at me, I caught it deftly and set it down beside me.
"Thanks" I replied through clenched teeth. So far Pete had insulted me, thrown stuff at me and now appeared to be ignoring me. I flicked my hair out of my eyes and looked at him as he leant casually against a mantle piece and sipped from a bottle of beer. "Nice place" I said quietly, Pete shrugged and placed the bottle on an unopened carton.
"Should be for the price I paid for it" he said walking across the room and sitting down on a wooden chair, I shifted uncomfortably. He sat and stared at me with a menacing intensity, before looking away. Glancing down at my watch I noticed it was past two thirty. Given who I was, and given who he was I guess I had some what expected there to be a connection, we were both famous. Apparently both kind of rich, and the latest development both bitches. I glanced around the room again and let my gaze linger on Pete for a momentary second before he snapped his attention to me, I dragged my eyes away quickly.
"So why are we here anyway?" I asked unscrewing the cap of the chilled water and placing it to my lips pausing before taking a drink "what do I have to talk to you about?" I sipped the water and set it down beside me, Pete sat down on the floor cross legged and shrugged. A piercing ringing rang through the small alcove in which we sat, I opened my bag and checked my phone it was ringing, taking it out I flipped it open and smiled apologetically at Pete before taking the call.
"Hello Ela speaking" I answered as I walked out of the room on to the balcony. The fresh air that hit my face was a relief.
"Ela, its Marilyn" the person replied, I chewed on my thumbnail and looked down at the gardens "turns out you are not meant to be at Petes house but at a Mr Iero's place" she continued, I looked over my shoulder into the room as Pete bent down and picked up my bottled water, screwed the cap on and then set it back on the floor. OCD I thought to myself as I brought my attention back to the phone call.
"A Mr Iero?" I questioned thoughtfully, I had heard the name before but couldn't place the face. "Do I know him?" I asked Marilyn, I could hear her shuffling papers around before she answered.
"Not personally" she concluded, I leant against the railing of the balcony and looked directly into the house. Standing in the living room next to Pete was someone I had seen before. Mr Iero.
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Grasped in his hand was my bottled water. On his head was a black hat. Tucked beneath his arm was a newspaper. I watched as he took a swig of my water and set it down on the floor beside him. Wrinkling my nose slightly I bit my lower lip and watched as Pete and Patrick discussed me. As if I was invisible.
"I don't really see how a model turned actress turned TV host is going to do anything for our record sales" Pete hissed, Patrick looked uneasily over at me; I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms.
"Don't ask questions Pete; just take what we are given." Patrick reassured Pete who did not look convinced. Taking a sip of the beer that was growing warm Pete swallowed loudly and clutched the bottle tightly. I watched as his hands went from a warm pink colour to an almost faint white. Tucking my legs beneath me I listened intently to Pete and Patrick.
"All I am saying Patrick, is that she could be a little less beauty queen a little more punk rock princess" he concluded. I let air out of my mouth.
"Please." I said aloud rolling my eyes, Patrick and Pete both looked at me. "What?" I asked them both, if Pete was pissed before; it was nothing to compare to now.
"What is your issue with this?" Patrick spoke directly to me, the first time he had since he arrived on the scene. I stood up and brushed my fringe out of my eyes so I could look at them clearly.
"A little less Beauty Queen, a little more Punk Rock Princess?" I pulled in air quotation marks, "could you be any more cliché?" I retorted, Pete rolled his eyes and pointed at me.
"See?" he stated as if what he was saying was the end all of all things. I groaned and decided to let it go. If I had learnt anything in the uncomfortable two hours I had been here. Rock boys do not take well to girls putting their ten cents in. Picking up my bag I walked towards the door. As I left I heard an eruption of arguing arise. Pushing open the solid door I left it open and walked down the sharp incline to my car. Beeping off the alarm I opened the door and slid in deftly.
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Leaning back uncomfortably on the overstuffed chair, I folded my legs beneath me and looked around the living room. Floor to ceiling windows filled the vast majority of the left wall, and a chocolate coloured wallpaper filled the remaining three walls.
"Chilled water okay?" Pete asked me as he threw a bottled water at me, I caught it deftly and set it down beside me.
"Thanks" I replied through clenched teeth. So far Pete had insulted me, thrown stuff at me and now appeared to be ignoring me. I flicked my hair out of my eyes and looked at him as he leant casually against a mantle piece and sipped from a bottle of beer. "Nice place" I said quietly, Pete shrugged and placed the bottle on an unopened carton.
"Should be for the price I paid for it" he said walking across the room and sitting down on a wooden chair, I shifted uncomfortably. He sat and stared at me with a menacing intensity, before looking away. Glancing down at my watch I noticed it was past two thirty. Given who I was, and given who he was I guess I had some what expected there to be a connection, we were both famous. Apparently both kind of rich, and the latest development both bitches. I glanced around the room again and let my gaze linger on Pete for a momentary second before he snapped his attention to me, I dragged my eyes away quickly.
"So why are we here anyway?" I asked unscrewing the cap of the chilled water and placing it to my lips pausing before taking a drink "what do I have to talk to you about?" I sipped the water and set it down beside me, Pete sat down on the floor cross legged and shrugged. A piercing ringing rang through the small alcove in which we sat, I opened my bag and checked my phone it was ringing, taking it out I flipped it open and smiled apologetically at Pete before taking the call.
"Hello Ela speaking" I answered as I walked out of the room on to the balcony. The fresh air that hit my face was a relief.
"Ela, its Marilyn" the person replied, I chewed on my thumbnail and looked down at the gardens "turns out you are not meant to be at Petes house but at a Mr Iero's place" she continued, I looked over my shoulder into the room as Pete bent down and picked up my bottled water, screwed the cap on and then set it back on the floor. OCD I thought to myself as I brought my attention back to the phone call.
"A Mr Iero?" I questioned thoughtfully, I had heard the name before but couldn't place the face. "Do I know him?" I asked Marilyn, I could hear her shuffling papers around before she answered.
"Not personally" she concluded, I leant against the railing of the balcony and looked directly into the house. Standing in the living room next to Pete was someone I had seen before. Mr Iero.
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Grasped in his hand was my bottled water. On his head was a black hat. Tucked beneath his arm was a newspaper. I watched as he took a swig of my water and set it down on the floor beside him. Wrinkling my nose slightly I bit my lower lip and watched as Pete and Patrick discussed me. As if I was invisible.
"I don't really see how a model turned actress turned TV host is going to do anything for our record sales" Pete hissed, Patrick looked uneasily over at me; I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms.
"Don't ask questions Pete; just take what we are given." Patrick reassured Pete who did not look convinced. Taking a sip of the beer that was growing warm Pete swallowed loudly and clutched the bottle tightly. I watched as his hands went from a warm pink colour to an almost faint white. Tucking my legs beneath me I listened intently to Pete and Patrick.
"All I am saying Patrick, is that she could be a little less beauty queen a little more punk rock princess" he concluded. I let air out of my mouth.
"Please." I said aloud rolling my eyes, Patrick and Pete both looked at me. "What?" I asked them both, if Pete was pissed before; it was nothing to compare to now.
"What is your issue with this?" Patrick spoke directly to me, the first time he had since he arrived on the scene. I stood up and brushed my fringe out of my eyes so I could look at them clearly.
"A little less Beauty Queen, a little more Punk Rock Princess?" I pulled in air quotation marks, "could you be any more cliché?" I retorted, Pete rolled his eyes and pointed at me.
"See?" he stated as if what he was saying was the end all of all things. I groaned and decided to let it go. If I had learnt anything in the uncomfortable two hours I had been here. Rock boys do not take well to girls putting their ten cents in. Picking up my bag I walked towards the door. As I left I heard an eruption of arguing arise. Pushing open the solid door I left it open and walked down the sharp incline to my car. Beeping off the alarm I opened the door and slid in deftly.
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