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You were one of Hollywood's most prominent actors, landing leading roles left and right, plunging yourself into the soul-sucking void that is the spotlight. When you were nearly five, you were whisked away into a world of twinkling glar...
After making what felt like 90 rounds around his block, I found a parking spot somewhere near his house. I fix my outfit, making sure that my lashes weren't lifting and my mascara was running from my crying. I walk up to Miles's house and press the apartment buzzer as I hum quietly to myself.
*BZZ T!*
I smile to myself and bite back a laugh at the broken buzzer's call, letting whoever knows that the door's been unlocked. I swing open the door and make my way up the long spiral of stairs before reaching the second floor. door and patiently wait to be let in.
"Oh! Hola conejita!" I was greeted by Miles's mother. I had grown to love Mrs. Morales to death, she was like the mother figure I never had. Immediately after Miles introduced us, we clicked like missing puzzle pieces. said that I was like the daughter she never had, and empathized with me when it came time to explain my home situation and my subtle hated for my fame. She was a natural ray of sunshine where my world was solely illuminated by the artificial twinkle of the camera.
"Mamá Morales!" I exclaimed, wasting absolutely zero time falling into her embrace. "¿Ha visto Miles? I asked politely. "Yes, he's been in his room all day. I heard some scuffling earlier so I think he was just getting ready." she giggled as she made her way to the kitchen to begin dinner. "I'm so glad it's you and not that..." she sighed deeply, giving me the 'you know how it is' stare.
"Wait, what happened?" I questioned as my face contorted into confusion. There was someone that had managed to get on Rio's bad side? How in the hell do you do that?
She took a long, deep, 'I need a glass of wine' sigh. "There was this...girl named Gwen. And she got my son kidnapped- well, maybe I'm being too harsh," she corrected before continuing "She was a horrible influence on my son. When he came back around, he wasn't himself. He completely shut himself out from everyone around him. He stopped trusting people. It was like he had matured into a man in less than two days. And I know that's not what my boy needed, no not at all. He needed support. His 'friends' don't even come around anymore." She murmured as she chopped up some bell peppers. "I know he's been wanting to make new friends, I know. Which is why I'm so grateful you're here for him. Really." She commented with a warm smile.
"Thank you for telling me, mamá, re-" I begin before hearing a door swing open and making eye contact with Miles. Can this bitch sense when he needs to make an appearance?
"Aye, qué tal, Y/N?" He shouts as he makes his way up to me, dapping me up before pulling me into a hug. "Sorry I couldn't make it to the airport and the hotel with you, I was way too tired to get up" He chuckles as he stresses the 'y' sound in his sentence.
"You and your trash as- behind...sleeping schedule." I correct as I remember who's currently in the room with me. "You ready to go Bambi? I rode past a small lil' record store on the way here that I wanna check out" I continue as I examine his outfit. He was wearing a regular white tee and light blue acid-washed jeans alongside his red faux leather jacket. It said something on the front in dark red and ivory fleece, but I just couldn't 't be bothered to read it.
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