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Kitster629
lol that’s definitely his maid tho
ishipbeeler
um why is this even a question? they’re obv not
dating if she weighs over 100 lbs… which from the looks of these pictures she
deffffinitely does….
It was like pulling teeth as Ian sat across from
Amanda at a crowded French bistro on Spring Street. She only laughed at his frustrations as she poured extra
milk and sugar in her coffee.
“There had to be one thing that you dreamt of as a kid,” Ian said, his chicken liver and foie gras mousse untouched as he interrogated
her. “One thing that you always,
always dreamt of being. Anything. Something stupid,
like an actress.”
“What’s stupid about wanting to be an actress?”
“Low probability of success?” he answered. “Degrading yourself by auditioning for
tampon commercials? Selling your soul or doing something stupid like reality
TV?”
“Ah,” Amanda nodded, opting not to ask if he was
talking about Natalie. She sighed
and gave a helpless shrug. “Well,
I still don’t know. I’ve honestly
never known what I wanted in a career. I guess I’m talentless?”
“No, we’ll find something. Something interesting to say you do,” Ian said adamantly before
finally taking a bite of food. “Because when a blog finally identifies you and everyone in the world
Googles your name, you should have something to show them. If you’ve got no results, they start
forgetting about you right there and then.”
“I feel like I ask you this a lot, but how do you know all this again?”
Ian shrugged. “It’s just a matter of being prepared for opportunity,” he said. “I carry my camera with me everywhere
in case there’s something interesting to film, and I’ve had my own website
since I was eighteen, in case someone important checks out a trailer and is
interested in giving me a job.” He
laughed. “Of course that hasn’t happened in the six years that it’s been
up, but at least I’ll have it once someone identifies the kid in the hoodie and
sunglasses. Which better happen.”
Amanda raised her eyebrows, impressed. “That does make sense.”
Ian smiled, relieved by her agreement. “We’ll just start slow. We’ll make you a website and a Twitter
today because by the end of your date tonight, someone’s bound to have you identified.”
“True,” Amanda nodded, surprised that her own mother
hadn’t already called the press to confirm her name. Or even Tandy Mueller, who probably would do so and then try
to sell additional stories about alleged meth use.
“You know what,” Amanda said suddenly. “If no one identifies me by tonight,
we’ll leak the info ourselves on HDU. They’ll believe that we got an exclusive, we’ve done it before,” she
pointed out, though the only other exclusive HDU had ever published was a post
of an underage starlet drinking, the photo having been snapped personally by
one of their users. The site wasn’t
known for having the scoop, but it certainly wasn’t out of the question that
they could.
“Al right , I’m
with you on that plan,” Ian said, raising his champagne pick-me-up only to
remember that Amanda wasn’t drinking. He clinked his glass against her coffee cup, the giddy smile returning
to his face. “Then here’s to the
start of our fame by tonight.”
~
The date at Lilac was scheduled for eight-thirty in
the evening, but by seven, Amanda still hadn’t heard from Liam. It was still unknown as to when he planned
to pick her up or whether they would be “figuring out” what to do with her
wardrobe. She had decided not to
make Ian shop with her because Liam had alluded to helping with that situation
the night before. Amanda figured
he would tip off the paparazzi to make a shopping trip with her worth it. But by 7:30PM, Liam was still MIA and
she was
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COMMENTS:
Kitster629
lol that’s definitely his maid tho
ishipbeeler
um why is this even a question? they’re obv not
dating if she weighs over 100 lbs… which from the looks of these pictures she
deffffinitely does….
It was like pulling teeth as Ian sat across from
Amanda at a crowded French bistro on Spring Street. She only laughed at his frustrations as she poured extra
milk and sugar in her coffee.
“There had to be one thing that you dreamt of as a kid,” Ian said, his chicken liver and foie gras mousse untouched as he interrogated
her. “One thing that you always,
always dreamt of being. Anything. Something stupid,
like an actress.”
“What’s stupid about wanting to be an actress?”
“Low probability of success?” he answered. “Degrading yourself by auditioning for
tampon commercials? Selling your soul or doing something stupid like reality
TV?”
“Ah,” Amanda nodded, opting not to ask if he was
talking about Natalie. She sighed
and gave a helpless shrug. “Well,
I still don’t know. I’ve honestly
never known what I wanted in a career. I guess I’m talentless?”
“No, we’ll find something. Something interesting to say you do,” Ian said adamantly before
finally taking a bite of food. “Because when a blog finally identifies you and everyone in the world
Googles your name, you should have something to show them. If you’ve got no results, they start
forgetting about you right there and then.”
“I feel like I ask you this a lot, but how do you know all this again?”
Ian shrugged. “It’s just a matter of being prepared for opportunity,” he said. “I carry my camera with me everywhere
in case there’s something interesting to film, and I’ve had my own website
since I was eighteen, in case someone important checks out a trailer and is
interested in giving me a job.” He
laughed. “Of course that hasn’t happened in the six years that it’s been
up, but at least I’ll have it once someone identifies the kid in the hoodie and
sunglasses. Which better happen.”
Amanda raised her eyebrows, impressed. “That does make sense.”
Ian smiled, relieved by her agreement. “We’ll just start slow. We’ll make you a website and a Twitter
today because by the end of your date tonight, someone’s bound to have you identified.”
“True,” Amanda nodded, surprised that her own mother
hadn’t already called the press to confirm her name. Or even Tandy Mueller, who probably would do so and then try
to sell additional stories about alleged meth use.
“You know what,” Amanda said suddenly. “If no one identifies me by tonight,
we’ll leak the info ourselves on HDU. They’ll believe that we got an exclusive, we’ve done it before,” she
pointed out, though the only other exclusive HDU had ever published was a post
of an underage starlet drinking, the photo having been snapped personally by
one of their users. The site wasn’t
known for having the scoop, but it certainly wasn’t out of the question that
they could.
“Al right , I’m
with you on that plan,” Ian said, raising his champagne pick-me-up only to
remember that Amanda wasn’t drinking. He clinked his glass against her coffee cup, the giddy smile returning
to his face. “Then here’s to the
start of our fame by tonight.”
~
The date at Lilac was scheduled for eight-thirty in
the evening, but by seven, Amanda still hadn’t heard from Liam. It was still unknown as to when he planned
to pick her up or whether they would be “figuring out” what to do with her
wardrobe. She had decided not to
make Ian shop with her because Liam had alluded to helping with that situation
the night before. Amanda figured
he would tip off the paparazzi to make a shopping trip with her worth it. But by 7:30PM, Liam was still MIA and
she was
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