Ashley is used to being in the spotlight due to her dad's fame as arguably the best actor of our time. She knows what the cameras want: perfection. Perfect hair, perfect outfit and most importantly perfect body, and Ashley will do any means she thin...
As I run up the stairs I feel my body start to get slightly dizzy, making me hold onto the railing for support. Besides the pasta I haven't had anything really substantial to eat recently. If Drew wasn't here I would make a small smoothie with low-fat Greek yogurt and some strawberries, but no way am I eating with him watching me.
I hold onto the railing until the dizzy spell passes then make my way into my room.
I pull off my sweatpants and put on ripped skinny jeans. Leaving the t-shirt on I take out my bun and let the waves from Yasmine's braid roll down my back. I add on some makeup and grab my purse before heading back downstairs.
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As I run up the stairs I feel my body start to get slightly dizzy, making me hold onto the railing for support. Besides the pasta I haven't had anything really substantial to eat recently. If Drew wasn't here I would make a small smoothie with low-fat Greek yogurt and some strawberries, but no way am I eating with him watching me.
I hold onto the railing until the dizzy spell passes then make my way into my room.
I pull off my sweatpants and put on ripped skinny jeans. Leaving the t-shirt on I take out my bun and let the waves from Yasmine's braid roll down my back. I add on some makeup and grab my purse before heading back downstairs.
Gotta look good for the public. I find Drew on the couch playing with his camera.
"Ready?" I ask while slipping on my converse. He gets up from the couch and comes over to me.
"Yes, your majesty."
"Will you cut that stupid princess crap? I'm so sick of it! I'm not a freaking princess and I find it highly annoying and rude when you call me that!" I yell, my anger flaring.
"Mm feisty." He says with a smirk. How can he possibly not see how his attitude is affecting me? Or maybe he does and he doesn't care.
Either way he's a jerk.
"Let's take my truck." He suggests walking over to his rusty, old, not safe looking truck.
I lock up the front door behind us. "No way," I say walking over to my convertible.
"Nope. If we're not taking my truck then we're walking."
"What do you have against my car?" I ask with my hand on my hips.
"Nothing." He says with a shrug. "I just wanna take my truck."
"Fine." I give in. He instantly smiles and runs back over to his truck. I roll my eyes at his childless and follow him. He opens the passenger door for me.
"After you." I hop up, sliding into the seat and Drew slams the door. He rounds the car and comes to sit next to me in the driver's seat.
Surprisingly his car is actually pretty clean. All his CDs are sorted neatly. There's no trash on the floor and everything is dusted.
"What?" He asks, noticing my surprise.
"Nothing. Just wasn't expecting your car to be so clean."
"I take good care of my baby." He pats the dashboard. "So where should we go to take these opposite pictures?" I have no idea. I was thinking we could just drive around until we got inspiration but I rather spend as little time as possible in his rusty car that could break down at any moment.
"The beach?" I suggest.
"Sure." He puts the key in the ignition and pulls out of the driveway. "And off we go."
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One of the benefits of living in California is that the beach is always available. I can't imagine living inland and not being able to go to the beach whenever I want.
When Drew finally finds a parking spot we hop out of the truck. We walk down to the beach in silence.
Since it's a Saturday, the beach is full of people, some tourists and some locals. There are swimmers, tanners, bikers, roller skaters, shoppers and people just here for the atmosphere.
If we're going to find opposites this is the place to do it.
"So where do you want to start?" Drew asks, breaking the silence.
"Um.. we could just walk along the beach and wait for inspiration."
"That sounds an awful lot like a date, Barbie."
"Get over yourself. It's only in your dreams." He starts shaking his hand as if to say I burned him. "Mature."
"I try," he says, matter of factly. I roll my eyes. We start walking along the beach looking for inspiration. I watch as Drew's eyes dart to every semi-attractive female that walks by and and continues to look after them at their behind. Guys are so gross.
But I find myself sucking in my stomach and wrapping my arms around my waist to help cover up my fat.
"So what kind of opp-"
"Hey! Are you Ashley Roberts?" Some girl cuts me off. I give her my camera ready smile.
"Yes I am."
"Oh my gosh! Your dad is, like, amazing! Can I have your autograph?" So she loves my dad but wants my autograph? Typical.
"If you love my dad so much then go get his autograph." I snap and push past her. Drew runs to catch up with me.
"Whoah, you didn't have to be so rude." I stop and turn to look at him.
"You have no right to say that to me. I'm sick of people only looking at me as Matthew Roberts' daughter. I'm my own person. And as soon as people want me for me, then I'll be giving out autographs."
"Alright. I can respect that. But hey, does that happen a lot?"
