Chasing The Runner
Usually when two people are destined for each other, their love story unravels with very little restraint. Normally they would find their way to each other in some sappy love-fest with Unicorns – that fart pixie dust and shit Neapolitan ice cream - frolicking on rainbows while letting tiny butterfly-fairies braid their colorful ‘Maybe it’s Maybelline’ hair. The two lovebirds typically end up together and live happily ever after. With a tinsy-winsy addition of drama, of course.
But this...this is not that type of story.
This story has more than half a cup of drama and quite frankly makes you chuckle and shit...
If you’re into that sort of stuff.
FAIR WARNING! This pair needs serious therapy.
Nathaniel Park – one half of the doomed pair – is a Hollywood actor with a stadium of screaming fans, the sexiest smile to have ever graced our screens and a laugh that could surely churn butter.
Appearance: DAAAAAAMMN-Hot Diggity Dog With Five Jalapeño-Poppers on the side.
He’s annoyingly persistent, sarcastic and charmingly awkward with a hint of emotional detachment and he has a knack for being the most confusing person in all of existence.
Personality: I don’t- I think- Maybe he’s- I’m at a loss for words…
Moving on.
Oh. He also had a super hot blonde girlfriend.
What a perfect life right?
Yes?
Let’s check the polls...
No!
And then you had Riley Andrews - the other half - one of LA’s most sought after dancers. Her dark hair and dangerous hazel eyes matched her dark past.
Appearance: YASSS HONTEY! GET IT!
On the outside Riley had an air of a dancer’s confidence but way, way deep down she was just like everybody else. Hiding her truest self behind, leotards and sarcasm.
Personality: GOLD!! If only she’d let people see.
Running from her past, her problems and her fears seemed to be the only thing - other than dancing - she was good at.
One thing can be guaranteed; When it comes to this, seemingly botched pairing - hearts will be broken, tears will be shed and dreams will be crushed.
But maybe out of all that, love could bloom?
