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The heat might got the best of me, but it couldn't break away the cool air of laughter roaring from both Kyle and me. I found out that his name was Kyle and he was actually working at the bar where we were now heading. He worked as a waiter, a steamy waiter that I would like him to serve me whatever ways he wanted. But I doubted that he was gay though, everything about him from top to bottom yelled heterosexual. This truck he was driving was owned by one of his best friends, I was intrigued by his constant compliments for his friend. He seemed too happy on talking about him, still I made no comment.
The AC wasn't working but it was okay. I didn't care I was sweating like a pig, Kyle was the perfect distraction. Kyle was not only hot like Summer, he had a good sense of humor too. He cracked me up with his jokes and had me planted tomatoes on both of my smooth cheeks when he started to smile. His charm was irresistable, quite fascinating actually. It'd been awhile since someone had an affect on me, turning me on so wildly everytime he flashed his pearly white smile.
If every cowboys looked exactly like him, I was really passing out to Heaven.
"So tell me more about yourself, you didn't seem to be a local." He flashed his dashing smile again, trying hard to hide my blush. I cleared my throat and adjusted my position to cover up my excitement, damn he was good.
"I'm from Los Angeles, you do know where is that, right?" He laughed, nodding and chuckling to himself.
"I'm not actually clueless like the rest of the folks here, you know? I have internet and I know everything about the world, including your city, Los Angeles. So what do you do?" The truck bumped up a little as it ran over a big pothole on the road. I squeaked and clung to the seat using my bare hands, making Kyle laughed half-heartedly.
"Sorry for the road, are you okay?" Kyle asked concernly, looking at my way. I thought my heart couldn't melt any further, but it did.
"It's okay. To answer your question, I'm a music director and producer in Hollywood." I replied proudly, I wasn't ashamed to state that I was in love with my success. I loved the limelight ever since I stepped in, unable to untangle from it.
He whistled, impressed by my fame. I laughed a little, "I'm not exactly that good, just doing okay." Be humble, Tristan. Men digged that, or was it women?
"Which super stars have you worked with?" I thought deeply for a second, filtering through the names. I couldn't say Beyonce, he might suspect me as too awesome to be friend with. How about Maroon 5? They seemed to be okay. Or the Smith girl, the I whip my hair back and forth. Oh no, she was horrible. Kyle might think I made that song, hell no.
"Kelly Clarkson," I blurted out, speaking without thinking again. Shit, now he would think I was too highly to talk with. I looked at him, or rather stared at his bices. I snapped from his buldging hotness and went back to his face.
"Cool, cool. She is one fine lady, ain't no one can mess with her," he reaffirmed his statement by nodding frequently.
I didn't seem to agree, "except Reba, she is way awesome than Kelly though."
He laughed at me and I furrowed my brows, what's so funny?
"Tristan, I'm joking." I stunned for awhile before laughing with him.
He was such a heartthrob, I thought I might have falling in love, but not yet.
Kyle found an empty space at the very end of the parking lot and started to pull in when I noticed there was a beat-up mini van parked inside. Kyle cussed under his breath and pulled back out, he inched closer to the cinder block wall, then turned off the car, unhooked his seat belt, and grabbed his things from his side. He moved too fast for me to comprehend, he alighted out and left a clumsy me trying to unhook my seat belt.
|Andrew Garfield||as Tristan Rince|
|Chris Evans||as Luke Diamond|