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Authors: Nicole Stewart
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She hit Follow to join the many thousands of other Asher fans, which made her feel like the groupie she told Ashley she wasn’t. She scrolled through his Twitter page and looked at the content he had published over the prior weeks. It was mostly superficial. There were pictures of his wardrobe and pictures from his shows. However, there were also insightful comments on social justice that occasionally punctuated the otherwise predictable stream of celebrity posing.
Ashley Terrence wasn’t afraid to be provocative. It took no time for her to realize that. He spoke his mind and was vocal about a number of different topics. Cee-Cee thought it was kind of cool. Soon, she found herself disappearing down the rabbit hole of the Internet, searching out his music videos, interviews and anything else she could dig up.
She learned he had been born and raised in Australia and was homeschooled. He was an only child. He was single after an ugly break-up a year ago from supermodel Gretchen Holiday. Cee-Cee shivered at the sheer volume of gossip that existed on the man. It had to be horrible being a celebrity.
She tabbed to another screen and did some work until she heard the ping of a response back to her message on Twitter. Ashley had finally gotten back to her:
Trying to convince my manager to find us a central location so we can get some hotel rooms instead of hanging out on a tour bus. Road life is not the life for me.
Cee-Cee typed: I can imagine that’s gotta be tough. Just got done with your set?
Yep. Exhausted. Asleep on my feet. I just wanted to get back to you before I go to bed.
Awesome. I had a chance to read up on you. I watched some of your music videos. You’re pretty dope.
Thank you. I never did get to give you two the private show I promised. How’s your boy Phoenix?
As far as I know, he’s at his house and I’m at mine. I’ve got some homework to finish. Glad you reached out to me. Most people say they’ll keep in touch and don’t.
Yeah, well, you can have hundreds of thousands of followers and not many real friends. I try to keep the ones I make.
You don’t know me well enough to call me a friend yet. She grinned as she typed it. Hanging out for twenty minutes before your show does not a friendship make.
You’ve got a point. I guess that means we have to clock some friendship hours. All the more reason for me to stick around your area for a few weeks. I’ll let you get back to your homework now. Can we talk tomorrow?
Call me. I’m a techie, but it’s always easier to reach me by phone than text. Talk to you then?
Talk to you then. I miss you already. If I get hung up on work or something and forget to call, don’t be a stranger. You call me. Here’s my personal cell number.
She saved his number in her cell, and she sent him a text so he could save hers. Cee-Cee got to work on her homework, a task made harder by the fact she couldn’t stop thinking about the two sexy men she had spent the evening with. She fell asleep remembering Phoenix’s unexpected kiss and Ashley’s lips against the back of her neck.
The next day Ashley sent her a good morning text, and Cee-Cee rolled out of bed and stared at her phone in wonder. Something to wrap her head around—a man with thousands of followers was sending her a good morning text. Maybe he sent stuff like that to every girl he talked to. She shrugged and texted him good morning back, showered and got dressed to start her day.
When she came out of the bathroom, she checked the phone hidden in the rumpled sheets of her unmade bed and saw she had another message, this time from Phoenix Briton. Her breath caught in her chest as she picked up the device and read the text:
Business and pleasure don’t mix, but I think we make a great pair. I had fun with you last night. We must do that again sometime, minus the part where you pitch me something. Care to go out with me next weekend? I know a place.
She reread it with mixed feelings.
She hit Follow to join the many thousands of other Asher fans, which made her feel like the groupie she told Ashley she wasn’t. She scrolled through his Twitter page and looked at the content he had published over the prior weeks. It was mostly superficial. There were pictures of his wardrobe and pictures from his shows. However, there were also insightful comments on social justice that occasionally punctuated the otherwise predictable stream of celebrity posing.
Ashley Terrence wasn’t afraid to be provocative. It took no time for her to realize that. He spoke his mind and was vocal about a number of different topics. Cee-Cee thought it was kind of cool. Soon, she found herself disappearing down the rabbit hole of the Internet, searching out his music videos, interviews and anything else she could dig up.
She learned he had been born and raised in Australia and was homeschooled. He was an only child. He was single after an ugly break-up a year ago from supermodel Gretchen Holiday. Cee-Cee shivered at the sheer volume of gossip that existed on the man. It had to be horrible being a celebrity.
She tabbed to another screen and did some work until she heard the ping of a response back to her message on Twitter. Ashley had finally gotten back to her:
Trying to convince my manager to find us a central location so we can get some hotel rooms instead of hanging out on a tour bus. Road life is not the life for me.
Cee-Cee typed: I can imagine that’s gotta be tough. Just got done with your set?
Yep. Exhausted. Asleep on my feet. I just wanted to get back to you before I go to bed.
Awesome. I had a chance to read up on you. I watched some of your music videos. You’re pretty dope.
Thank you. I never did get to give you two the private show I promised. How’s your boy Phoenix?
As far as I know, he’s at his house and I’m at mine. I’ve got some homework to finish. Glad you reached out to me. Most people say they’ll keep in touch and don’t.
Yeah, well, you can have hundreds of thousands of followers and not many real friends. I try to keep the ones I make.
You don’t know me well enough to call me a friend yet. She grinned as she typed it. Hanging out for twenty minutes before your show does not a friendship make.
You’ve got a point. I guess that means we have to clock some friendship hours. All the more reason for me to stick around your area for a few weeks. I’ll let you get back to your homework now. Can we talk tomorrow?
Call me. I’m a techie, but it’s always easier to reach me by phone than text. Talk to you then?
Talk to you then. I miss you already. If I get hung up on work or something and forget to call, don’t be a stranger. You call me. Here’s my personal cell number.
She saved his number in her cell, and she sent him a text so he could save hers. Cee-Cee got to work on her homework, a task made harder by the fact she couldn’t stop thinking about the two sexy men she had spent the evening with. She fell asleep remembering Phoenix’s unexpected kiss and Ashley’s lips against the back of her neck.
The next day Ashley sent her a good morning text, and Cee-Cee rolled out of bed and stared at her phone in wonder. Something to wrap her head around—a man with thousands of followers was sending her a good morning text. Maybe he sent stuff like that to every girl he talked to. She shrugged and texted him good morning back, showered and got dressed to start her day.
When she came out of the bathroom, she checked the phone hidden in the rumpled sheets of her unmade bed and saw she had another message, this time from Phoenix Briton. Her breath caught in her chest as she picked up the device and read the text:
Business and pleasure don’t mix, but I think we make a great pair. I had fun with you last night. We must do that again sometime, minus the part where you pitch me something. Care to go out with me next weekend? I know a place.
She reread it with mixed feelings.
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