bombed then it could all disappear just as quickly as it had happened. That was the reality out here.
Stepping up onto the porch of her home - because that’s what it was now, home, the U.K. nothing but a distant memory - she threw her shoes down on the decking and leaned back against the wall, looking out to sea again. The first surfers were starting to arrive and she smiled as she remembered Kenny’s first attempt to get her on a surfboard. She’d go give him a call, see if he was up yet. They had a photo shoot together later that morning but he had a habit of not using alarms and sleeping in for everything, especially if he’d been out the night before.
He’d been out on a few dates with a young Spanish actress lately so she hadn’t seen him for a couple of days and she felt a strange stab of jealousy as she pushed open the French doors and went inside. She’d thought it hadn’t bothered her. Reece had taken her out to dinner and she’d had a few of her new friends over, but she suddenly realised she missed Kenny. More than she’d thought she would.
She left the doors open behind her – she liked to hear the sounds of the beach as the day progressed – glancing at Kenny’s guitar propped up in the corner of the small living room, his leather biker jacket draped over the back of the chair.
Sitting down and leaning back against his jacket she closed her eyes and pulled her knees up. She’d give him a few more minutes then call him. For the time being, though, she was quite happy where she was.
***
He was bored of her now. Anna was young and extremely pretty with the hottest Spanish accent but she was doing nothing for him. She’d left quite early that morning, probably sensing he wasn’t in the mood for conversation and he wasn’t. Not with Anna, anyway.
He flung himself back onto the bed, throwing his arms up above his head, staring at the ceiling. He hadn’t seen or spoken to India in days and that didn’t feel right somehow. They spent so much time together that not seeing her for even just a couple of days now felt alien to him. Still, he’d be seeing her soon, at the photo shoot.
He smiled to himself at the thought. It was going to be one of those black and white wearing-not-a-lot-of-clothes shoots and the thought of seeing India like that, well; he couldn’t deny he wasn’t going to enjoy it, could he? He had a feeling Reece would be hanging around again though. He kept such a close eye on India that half the time Kenny felt as though he should be asking his permission before they did anything or went anywhere. He’d sorted her out with a house, an agent, a management team, made sure everything was done for her. Kenny couldn’t quite work out what was going on there but he figured Reece must feel some kind of responsibility towards India , he being the one who’d brought her over to L.A. in the first place, completely changing her life.
He jumped out of bed and started looking for something to throw on amongst the pile of clothes on his hotel room floor, still thinking about India as a sudden stab of guilt washed over him. India didn’t know about his Malibu hideaway, he still hadn’t told her. There was still something stopping him from letting her in somehow. From letting anyone in.
As he pulled on his jeans and ran a hand through his black hair he knew that he was still keeping up this image, still putting up that barrier that stopped anyone from seeing the other side of him but that’s the way he wanted it, for now. That part of him was just too sacred to open up to anyone else, even India - his beautiful best friend. Even with her he still couldn’t find it in him to expose that part of himself. Maybe he never would. Did that make him weak? Or just scared? Or were they the same thing?
He looked in the mirror, running his fingers over the stubble on his chin,
Stepping up onto the porch of her home - because that’s what it was now, home, the U.K. nothing but a distant memory - she threw her shoes down on the decking and leaned back against the wall, looking out to sea again. The first surfers were starting to arrive and she smiled as she remembered Kenny’s first attempt to get her on a surfboard. She’d go give him a call, see if he was up yet. They had a photo shoot together later that morning but he had a habit of not using alarms and sleeping in for everything, especially if he’d been out the night before.
He’d been out on a few dates with a young Spanish actress lately so she hadn’t seen him for a couple of days and she felt a strange stab of jealousy as she pushed open the French doors and went inside. She’d thought it hadn’t bothered her. Reece had taken her out to dinner and she’d had a few of her new friends over, but she suddenly realised she missed Kenny. More than she’d thought she would.
She left the doors open behind her – she liked to hear the sounds of the beach as the day progressed – glancing at Kenny’s guitar propped up in the corner of the small living room, his leather biker jacket draped over the back of the chair.
Sitting down and leaning back against his jacket she closed her eyes and pulled her knees up. She’d give him a few more minutes then call him. For the time being, though, she was quite happy where she was.
***
He was bored of her now. Anna was young and extremely pretty with the hottest Spanish accent but she was doing nothing for him. She’d left quite early that morning, probably sensing he wasn’t in the mood for conversation and he wasn’t. Not with Anna, anyway.
He flung himself back onto the bed, throwing his arms up above his head, staring at the ceiling. He hadn’t seen or spoken to India in days and that didn’t feel right somehow. They spent so much time together that not seeing her for even just a couple of days now felt alien to him. Still, he’d be seeing her soon, at the photo shoot.
He smiled to himself at the thought. It was going to be one of those black and white wearing-not-a-lot-of-clothes shoots and the thought of seeing India like that, well; he couldn’t deny he wasn’t going to enjoy it, could he? He had a feeling Reece would be hanging around again though. He kept such a close eye on India that half the time Kenny felt as though he should be asking his permission before they did anything or went anywhere. He’d sorted her out with a house, an agent, a management team, made sure everything was done for her. Kenny couldn’t quite work out what was going on there but he figured Reece must feel some kind of responsibility towards India , he being the one who’d brought her over to L.A. in the first place, completely changing her life.
He jumped out of bed and started looking for something to throw on amongst the pile of clothes on his hotel room floor, still thinking about India as a sudden stab of guilt washed over him. India didn’t know about his Malibu hideaway, he still hadn’t told her. There was still something stopping him from letting her in somehow. From letting anyone in.
As he pulled on his jeans and ran a hand through his black hair he knew that he was still keeping up this image, still putting up that barrier that stopped anyone from seeing the other side of him but that’s the way he wanted it, for now. That part of him was just too sacred to open up to anyone else, even India - his beautiful best friend. Even with her he still couldn’t find it in him to expose that part of himself. Maybe he never would. Did that make him weak? Or just scared? Or were they the same thing?
He looked in the mirror, running his fingers over the stubble on his chin,
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