Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boy

Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boypart35

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Chapter 34

( sorry it’s been so long guys –I just got so tired and everything just seemed so crap whenever I wrote that I didn’t.  That whole – my stomach –feels –like it’s- made –of – lead – and my- brain – is slow- happened but now it seems to be clearing up :D happy days. Anyway, I want to say THANK YOU to all the readers who have patiently waited and posted me very cool, supportive comments about my annoying mind block. The Readers Best EVER!!!!  Hopefully it wont be very long til my next upload – but I have to update my other much neglected stories too. )

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I exhaled a breath I hadn’t even known I was holding, my while body seemed to relax and uncoil, feeling like I had submerged aching muscles into a warm, relaxing bath.

‘You’re my best friend and I don’t think I would make sense without you’.

Then Marissa’s mum knocked on the door softly, then I heard the door open and I kept my eyes closed, smiling to myself. “ Isabel, dear. There’s someone downstairs for you.” She said quietly and my eyes snapped open.

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“ There’s someone at the door for me?” I asked, looking back at Marissa who sat on the bed with her cereal and shrugged in confusion.  She bit down on her captain crunch, making a resounding cracking across the expectant silence in the room.

I felt my stomach knot, dropping like a ton of bricks.

What if it was Taylor?

I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself it wouldn’t be her.

How would she have found me?

What would she even come back for?

Act 1 scene 2 of Crazy Psychotic Pop Star Run Wild?

“ Yes sweetheart, she’s quite insistent that you see her.” Marissa’s mum said, holding the door open.

A she?

It wasn’t Ari?

What the hell?

Who else knows that I’m here?

“ It’s a she?” Marissa burst out, echoing my thoughts perfectly. “ It’s not Ari?” she practically shouted.

Her mum shot her a scolding look at her loud voice,“ Yes, sweetheart, and she looks very pleasant, if I do say so myself. She seemed very polite and perfectly harmless. She’s even wearing this seasons Chanel Bag.” She finished, in the admiring tone that only women like Marissa’s mum, who practically live in tastefully expensive Chanel bags and pantsuits say.

Because obviously owning something from this seasons Chanel line made her trusts worthy.

NOT.

For a second, I seriously doubted the security of me staying at Marissa’s.

“ Oh, ok. Uh she doesn’t have scary bleached blonde hair, a killer glare and wielding a half spilt wine glass is she?” I asked, trying to make for humorous description of Taylor Cutter.