Celebrity Boyfriend
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Written by S.A
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Episode 1
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~~Crystal~~
Stretching my limbs as far and satisfying as I possibly can, i slouch uncomfortably on the chair waiting for my best friend.
Well, other strangers were also sitting in the waiting area too.
I sigh whilst staring at the clock on the far wall.
1:29AM
Shouldn't she be here right now ?
Her name is Denise and she's the closest thing to being a sister.
I glance around staring at the strangers waiting.
Seems like they are boarding late flights.
I grab the cup of coffee next to me taking small sips to keep me from falling asleep.
A grumpy voice coming from behind me however cuts me from my relaxation.
"I'm fine with leaving the airport alone, there hardly seems to be anyone here ".
I hear footsteps from behind me growing louder and I turn around out of curiosity.
The guy comes into view.
He wears a grey t-shirt, ripped jeans, bandana on his head, white mask, black tinted glasses and holding a duffel bag.
He stands not so far from speaking to whosoever on his phone.
"I don't even know why you are worried, I can drive myself".
Silence ensues as I assume he's listening to the person on the phone.
"Fine. You can come pick me up". He groans and walks over to poop down on the chair beside me.
I shoot my face back to the cup of coffee in my hands pretending to read the label.
"I'm waiting, just hurry up wherever you are. If I'm not careful enough, people will start to recognize me if they stare long enough ".
Recognize him ?
Who's this guy, a celebrity or what ?
I stare at him trying to take a closer peek at his face wondering if I would maybe know him.
His words make me believe that he's someone popular.
But his face didn't ring a bell.
"Don't worry, I won't take my mask off. How long will you be ?". He asks and pause before letting out a gasp. "30 minutes? I don't have 30 minutes, what should I do while you are coming to get me ? Play fetch with my shadow ?".
I smile at what he said finding it amusing.
I restrain my laugh glancing sideways to look at him before snorting loudly.
Realizing what I did, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand but my laugh didn't go unnoticed as the boy looks at me, probably shooting me a glare through his tinted glasses.
I try to stop silently laughing and take another sip of my coffee but I remembered his words again, and I end up choking on the drink, coughing loudly.
He tilts his head staring at me. "Am I, by any chance, amusing you ?".
I cleared my throat and glanced at him with tears in my eyes, stopping my cough fit. "Maybe ".
He shakes his head and looks away.
We both go silent for a couple of minutes and I then speak up.
"Why did you say to whoever you were talking to that you'll be recognized if people stare long enough ?".
His eyebrows furrows as he completely stares at me before clearing his throat and looking away. "Oh no reason ".
"I doubt that ". I retort.
"Don't you know who I am ?".
I shake my head negatively. "Am I supposed to know who you are ?".
"Well yes ".
He's getting me more curious.
Who is he ?
If he's that famous, why don't I know him ?
"Who are you then ?". I ask him.
"I'm going to ask you one question which will explain why you don't know me ". He leans towards me. "Do you know Sugar ?".
I scoff. "Who ?".
"Ah! That's why ". He holds backwards in his seat. "If you don't know who that is then don't bother".
Well who's Sugar ?
An actor ?
A musician ?
A businessman?
"Don't think about searching it up too". He says interrupting my thoughts.
It's not like I want to search what it means anyways.
Silence is filled between us once again.
I take out my phone to check the time.
1:59AM
Sighing, I place it back in my pocket already tired of waiting around.
"What's your name ?".
Hearing his voice, I look sideways at the man.
"Why do you want to know ? ".
He shrugs. "Because I want to know ".
"Well if you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine ".
"Really ?". He chuckles.
"Yes. But first, take off the mask. You might be a serial killer, who knows ?".
He takes one long look around the airport before settling his gaze back on me.
His hands reach up to his glasses and he takes them off setting them to one side as he removes the mask revealing his face.
"Now you know what I look like. Can you tell me who you are ?". He asks with a small smile.
I sigh giving in. "Crystal ".
He opens his mouth to speak when another voice cuts in.
"There you are!! Come on, let's go, the car is waiting outside ". A taller man wearing a mask approaches us.
He groans and stands to his feet wearing his glasses and mask again.
"Come on, we have to be quick ". The tall man said turning around to walk away.
He didn't even give me a glance.
Am I that ugly ?
The guy next to me, sighs raking his hands in his hair before giving a nod to me as he walks off.
And then he's gone.
And I'm surrounded by silence, once again.
I drop my face on my clasped hands resting on my lap.
But a tap on my shoulder makes my head shoot up and it's him standing there.
"Vanquish ".
I blink staring at him with a blank look on my face. "What ?".
"My name is Vanquish ".
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~~Vanquish Hampson~~
"What was all that about ?". My manager asked as I jogged back to him.
I shrug. "Nothing much for you to worry about ".
"You were talking in public with your mask out, I remember telling you to always wear it ".
"Jackson, come on, she didn't even know who Sugar was. That's why I was comfortable with taking off my mask in front of her ".
My manager scoffed. "She didn't know who you were ? That's impossible. You are on every billboard and magazines in this city, how much she doesn't know who you are ".
"Maybe she doesn't have money to buy magazines or television, or she doesn't go out of her house so she couldn't have seen those billboards ". I said joking with him.
"Yeah right ". He rolled his eyes in response. "Or maybe she's a fan who pretended not to know who you were so you would notice her even more ".
"No, I don't think that's what it is". I said remembering her facial expression when I took my mask off. "When I revealed who I was, she didn't seem fazed or excited or anything of that sort, even when I asked her if she knew who Sugar was. She didn't have a single clue so there's no way she could have been faking not to know me ".
"It's just an assumption, Sugar. You know your fans would usually do crazy things to see you nowadays, so that's why I have my doubts about her ".
"She's cool, I guess ". I said concluding the conversation as we finally got to our ride.
Jackson unlocked the doors as we stepped in dropping my bags at the back seat.
"You came all the way here alone just to pick me up. How sweet!". I said teasing him as I put on my seatbelt.
He rolled his eyes. "I did that because I knew there would no sight of paparazzi anywhere by this time unless they would be jobless to appear at the airport in the middle of the night just to take a photo of you ".
"They do crazy things these days, who knows if they are capable of that. We can't be too sure of what they can't do ".
"Right but arriving in the country in the middle of the night to avoid the media's attention, that's smart thinking".
"What can I say, I'm smart ". I said praising myself.
He scoffed. "Shut up ".
I chuckled.
My manager and I has a good friendship.
We are usually closer that most people think we are.
I think it's a good way to keep a healthy business relationship.
"Are my schedules tight ?". I asked fearing the answer to that.
"Not that tight. You have interviews and events but the week after that is free. Why are you asking ?".
"Nothing". I glanced outside the window of the car staring at passing houses. "I just want to get some fresh air maybe later ".
"Tell me when so I'll assign bodyguards to you ".
I groan not liking the idea. "Without the protection, please? I just need to be alone ".
"You can be alone in your house, I don't mind. But going alone outside, that's not possible and you know that".
Yeah, I know that.
I know that the moment I step my foot outside in the public eyes without protection or bodyguards of any sort, I would be bluntly attacked by fans asking for a picture, an autograph and stuffs like that.
Or I'll be attacked by stalkers.
Or even worse, the paparazzi.
Remembering all that made me sigh as I began wishing for when I would be able to live my life peacefully away from all the scrutinizing eyes of my fans and haters.
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TBC
By S.A