his last mouthful.
Before he
had chance to answer and leave a tip, I was already in the car waiting.
We drove
down a nice residential street and pulled over in front of a house with several
cars parked on the driveway.
“You’re
going further down the road but I can see a lot of reporters on the street. I
thought I’d give you a chance to prepare yourself. Tell me when you’re ready.”
The driver said.
I checked my
make up in a compact mirror then used Dad to check my overall appearance. He
made sure everything was firmly in my bag before handing me my sunglasses.
“Ready” He
told the driver. “We’ll call you when we want a lift home then.
We went
slowly down the street and had to wait several moments for reporters to move
out the way. The driver stopped the car and climbed out, opening the door for
me and shielding me slightly from the reporters. Dad walked in front of me
pulling me to a house that the driver pointed to. The reporters were reasonably
quiet until some complete moron at the back decided to identify me as ‘Kaitlyn
Fox, that hot chick from England.’
“Why are you
here?”
“What
happened to Jamie?”
“How long
have you been sleeping with him?”
“Are you
aware that he may be in a secret relationship with his agent?”
I somehow
managed to keep a straight face, while we waited for somebody to answer the
door. After at least ten minutes, where the reporters shouted more and more
random questions, my favourite being ‘what do you think of carrot cake?’, which
confused the hell out of me, a young man answered the door in pyjama trousers.
He didn’t say hello just motioned for us to come in, while he stood back from
the door.
“Jamie, get
out here.” He called through a doorway with a northern English accent.
The house
was nice but completely neutral like a catalogue had exploded inside. There
weren’t any pictures on the walls and everything was white or cream apart from
the flooring and oak furniture.
The man took
us into the kitchen and pointed to a breakfast bar. He boiled the kettle and
made two strong cups of black coffee.
“Morning,
Ryan. Kind of early isn’t it?” A voice grumbled from the left of me.
Jamie stood
in a doorway, I hadn’t noticed at first. His clothes were creased and he looked
rough.
He looked at
Ryan, and then spotted us sitting in his kitchen.
“I didn’t
think you’d be here for another couple of hours.”
“She
couldn’t sleep. Sorry if we’re bothering you.”
“Jake said
something like that on the phone. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go shower and Ryan
here will keep you company.”
He walked
passed us grabbing his coffee and a few minutes later we heard him go upstairs.
“We had a
late night.” The man explained. “Sorry. I’m Ryan a friend of Jamie’s from
school. You must be Kaitlyn.” He looked at me and then drew a blank at my dad.
“I’m her
father.” Dad had never been comfortable talking to new people. He always left
that to me or mum, so I spoke instead.
“So you knew
Jamie in school? What was he like?”
“Pretty much
the same as now only fewer people paid attention to him. How are you finding
LA?”
“It seems
nice. We only got here last night though so I haven’t had any chance to explore
yet. What about you? Do you live out here?”
“Nah, I’m
just visiting for the summer. I’m a student so I usually get a free holiday
visiting Jamie.”
Jamie walked
in looking a lot better than earlier, but still rough. I’d bet he’d have a
hangover for the rest of the day.
“That’s
because you’re a scrounger” He laughed to Ryan.
“Am not.
Just remember who was your partner in early days of drama classes. I taught you
everything you know.”
“Sure thing.
Now go put some clothes on while I teach Kaitlyn everything you taught me.”
“Did you get
in ok? If I’d have known you were coming early I would have pushed the paps
back.”
“Paps?” Dad
asked.
“Paparazzi.
They’ve been a
Before he
had chance to answer and leave a tip, I was already in the car waiting.
We drove
down a nice residential street and pulled over in front of a house with several
cars parked on the driveway.
“You’re
going further down the road but I can see a lot of reporters on the street. I
thought I’d give you a chance to prepare yourself. Tell me when you’re ready.”
The driver said.
I checked my
make up in a compact mirror then used Dad to check my overall appearance. He
made sure everything was firmly in my bag before handing me my sunglasses.
“Ready” He
told the driver. “We’ll call you when we want a lift home then.
We went
slowly down the street and had to wait several moments for reporters to move
out the way. The driver stopped the car and climbed out, opening the door for
me and shielding me slightly from the reporters. Dad walked in front of me
pulling me to a house that the driver pointed to. The reporters were reasonably
quiet until some complete moron at the back decided to identify me as ‘Kaitlyn
Fox, that hot chick from England.’
“Why are you
here?”
“What
happened to Jamie?”
“How long
have you been sleeping with him?”
“Are you
aware that he may be in a secret relationship with his agent?”
I somehow
managed to keep a straight face, while we waited for somebody to answer the
door. After at least ten minutes, where the reporters shouted more and more
random questions, my favourite being ‘what do you think of carrot cake?’, which
confused the hell out of me, a young man answered the door in pyjama trousers.
He didn’t say hello just motioned for us to come in, while he stood back from
the door.
“Jamie, get
out here.” He called through a doorway with a northern English accent.
The house
was nice but completely neutral like a catalogue had exploded inside. There
weren’t any pictures on the walls and everything was white or cream apart from
the flooring and oak furniture.
The man took
us into the kitchen and pointed to a breakfast bar. He boiled the kettle and
made two strong cups of black coffee.
“Morning,
Ryan. Kind of early isn’t it?” A voice grumbled from the left of me.
Jamie stood
in a doorway, I hadn’t noticed at first. His clothes were creased and he looked
rough.
He looked at
Ryan, and then spotted us sitting in his kitchen.
“I didn’t
think you’d be here for another couple of hours.”
“She
couldn’t sleep. Sorry if we’re bothering you.”
“Jake said
something like that on the phone. Don’t worry about it. I’ll go shower and Ryan
here will keep you company.”
He walked
passed us grabbing his coffee and a few minutes later we heard him go upstairs.
“We had a
late night.” The man explained. “Sorry. I’m Ryan a friend of Jamie’s from
school. You must be Kaitlyn.” He looked at me and then drew a blank at my dad.
“I’m her
father.” Dad had never been comfortable talking to new people. He always left
that to me or mum, so I spoke instead.
“So you knew
Jamie in school? What was he like?”
“Pretty much
the same as now only fewer people paid attention to him. How are you finding
LA?”
“It seems
nice. We only got here last night though so I haven’t had any chance to explore
yet. What about you? Do you live out here?”
“Nah, I’m
just visiting for the summer. I’m a student so I usually get a free holiday
visiting Jamie.”
Jamie walked
in looking a lot better than earlier, but still rough. I’d bet he’d have a
hangover for the rest of the day.
“That’s
because you’re a scrounger” He laughed to Ryan.
“Am not.
Just remember who was your partner in early days of drama classes. I taught you
everything you know.”
“Sure thing.
Now go put some clothes on while I teach Kaitlyn everything you taught me.”
“Did you get
in ok? If I’d have known you were coming early I would have pushed the paps
back.”
“Paps?” Dad
asked.
“Paparazzi.
They’ve been a
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