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Wow...I really waited WAAAAY to long to update. Ill try to blandly sum up the story in a couple sentences. Stella Florence meets Blake Wesley. After a party following Blake's concert, his ex-girlfriend ends up throwing glass at Stella. She stays the night at Blake's hotel where paparazzi get a break and catch them on a balcony. The next morning, Stella wakes up to a new lifestyle. They get as far from the paparazzi as they can- an old home/playground on the side of the interstate.
He was one inch from kissing me when my conscience finally decided to just pop in at the most convenient time. Instead of Blake's god-like face approaching me, I saw a blurred TV. The entertainment channel host, Giuliana Rancic, was voicing another rumor to the viewers.
"Blake Wesley seems to be quite the playboy these days," she echoed through her smiling teeth.
This was obviously my conscience flashing me the consequences in my head; I wasn't physic. I knew for a fact that I had not inherited magical powers from my parents- like the wizards and Witches from the movies.
"It was just last Christmas when Blake Wesley was spotted romantically kissing his ex-girlfriend, Tiffany in front of the paps. Stella Florence better get out of the spotlight ASAP if she wants to get back a normal life!"
The image of Guiliana pixelated out of my head until I blurred back into reality. The reality was that I happened to be in mid-kiss with Blake.
Giuliana, stop it!
Turn the TV off! I can't take it!
DON'T QUESTION ME! TURN OFF THE TV!"
"Stella, what on earth are you talking about?"
I suddenly snapped out of my dream and was poked on the cheek and back into reality.
"Oh....uh-uhm, Giuliana kept saying that- well, the TV was showing all this-"
Before I could finish, my words abruptly met with Blake's lips again. Being interested in hearing my voice had to be the last thing on his mind. We were the only two people on the world- we finnally had the comfort of no one watching. I found myself opening up my mounth and letting the kiss deepen. It was like an innocent kiss- one that was purely experimental and wouldn't lead on to anything.
Stella Florence, you aren't kissing a just a regular high school boy. This is Blake Wesley; desired by millions and watched by almost every civilian in America. This would lead on to something, no ifs ands or buts about it. Just a couple seconds of kissing would turn into a major thing with the press.
Seconds, I repeated to myself. This fun will only last for seconds.
What will my parents think when they return? I quickly imagined one week in advance. My mom would be upstairs in the bedroom unpacking her Loui Vuitton suitcase: 'Stella, in a couple of months, you will already be in senior year. You don't need a celebrity boyfriend to take your focus off your grades. Think about your future! Think about college! Think about what your parents want! Your father and I have worked this hard to give you what you want- please, just meet us halfway."'
I really had to stop having these deep thoughts while kissing people.
"Blake, I can't. Please...this isn't what I need right now." , I confessed after parting away from his lips.
Rather than pestering and nagging me for a reason why, he moved his knees back into a standing position and waved his hand into my face.
"Grab it. I'll walk us back to the car. Stay behind me."
I took his hand and uncouthly stood behind him- not being so sure of his intentions anymore (that kiss really did take me by surprize). The car wasn't that far away, the only problem was that the visibility in the night was awful. Blake stood in front of me and blindly kicked away any brush that would be in our way. Good intentions.
"You know, about this time is when the scorpions and snakes come out."