believe him? His life is full of fame and celebrity. Although
I have witnessed for myself that he drives his Harley along the streets of LA
without being accosted.
Feeling reaction begin to set in, I clench
my trembling hands together, desperately trying to regain control, before AJ notices.
Leaving the city lights behind, it’s not
long until we arrive at the big gates guarding his home. We glide through them,
and soon AJ is pulling up outside the front door.
Trying to avoid him noticing the state I’m
in, I decide to exit the car as soon as the engine stops. However, as I open
the car door, and attempt to climb out, the shaking has become so strong, that
I’m worried my legs won’t hold me up. Gripping onto the top of the door for
leverage, I pull myself out and lean with my side against the car; watching as
AJ folds himself out of the car, and turns to look at me. Whatever he sees,
alarms him enough for him to slam his door shut, and run around to my side of
the car.
“What’s wrong?” He questions as he reaches
my side, looking at me with concerned eyes.
“I’m alright honestly, it’s just nerves. I
feel a little shaky that’s all. I’ll be fine in a moment. I feel so stupid.”
Without further ado, AJ slams my door
closed, positions an arm around my waist for support, and walks me into and
through the house to the lounge.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he
presses me down onto the sofa and momentarily leaves me, before returning with
a glass of brandy. Sitting on the sofa next to me, as my hands are still
shaking, he holds the glass to my lips for me to take a sip.
“It’s shock, drink this it will help. Damn
those reporters, why can’t they realise the stress they cause to the people
they target? You said you were okay, you should have told me the truth Birdie.”
“It only just hit me, honestly, and I
didn’t want to worry you when you were driving. Truly, I feel better already,
the brandy has helped.”
“You have to be honest with me Birdie. Promise
me, you’ll always be honest with me.” He says looking at me intensely.
“I promise.”
It’s an easy vow for me to make. I don’t
know why he is so intent on my promising, I just know I feel compelled to put
his mind at ease.
“How do you feel now?” he
asks.
“Better thanks.” I answer and when he
frowns “Honestly, look no more shakes!” I say holding my hands out flat.
AJ stands and pours himself a drink. Returns
to the sofa, and sits down next to me, draping one arm along the back of the
sofa.
“I’ll do my best to see that never happens
again. You have my word on that Birdie, please don’t be worried.”
“I’m fine honestly. You said it’s a rarity
and I believe you. I’ve witnessed that you don’t usually have any hassle.” I
reply. Thinking to myself, that as I’m not going to be here much longer, it
doesn’t really come into the equation anyway.
“You’ve witnessed me?”
Damn! Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Or at
least think before I speak. Now I have to admit that I saw him out on his
Harley. Something that I was hoping to avoid.
“Umm… I saw you when I was at a café in
town.” I reply hesitantly.
“Oh yeah, sitting with your head down,
scribbling on a pad.” He acknowledges.
Right, so he’s admitted that he saw me. So
why didn’t he speak to me? Once again my mouth goes into overload, and without
thinking, the question pops out of my mouth.
“May I ask you
something?”
“Sure, anything.”
“You
said you wanted to hook up with me, and you just admitted that you saw me at
the café. So why didn’t you speak to me? You didn’t even glance in my
direction. Until Razor informed me that you had seen me, I really thought that
you hadn’t.”
“I’m not
going to approach you in the open like that babe. Firstly, I was worried about
being shot down. Secondly, I knew about the party, so I was biding my time;
and thirdly, I
I have witnessed for myself that he drives his Harley along the streets of LA
without being accosted.
Feeling reaction begin to set in, I clench
my trembling hands together, desperately trying to regain control, before AJ notices.
Leaving the city lights behind, it’s not
long until we arrive at the big gates guarding his home. We glide through them,
and soon AJ is pulling up outside the front door.
Trying to avoid him noticing the state I’m
in, I decide to exit the car as soon as the engine stops. However, as I open
the car door, and attempt to climb out, the shaking has become so strong, that
I’m worried my legs won’t hold me up. Gripping onto the top of the door for
leverage, I pull myself out and lean with my side against the car; watching as
AJ folds himself out of the car, and turns to look at me. Whatever he sees,
alarms him enough for him to slam his door shut, and run around to my side of
the car.
“What’s wrong?” He questions as he reaches
my side, looking at me with concerned eyes.
“I’m alright honestly, it’s just nerves. I
feel a little shaky that’s all. I’ll be fine in a moment. I feel so stupid.”
Without further ado, AJ slams my door
closed, positions an arm around my waist for support, and walks me into and
through the house to the lounge.
Placing his hands on my shoulders, he
presses me down onto the sofa and momentarily leaves me, before returning with
a glass of brandy. Sitting on the sofa next to me, as my hands are still
shaking, he holds the glass to my lips for me to take a sip.
“It’s shock, drink this it will help. Damn
those reporters, why can’t they realise the stress they cause to the people
they target? You said you were okay, you should have told me the truth Birdie.”
“It only just hit me, honestly, and I
didn’t want to worry you when you were driving. Truly, I feel better already,
the brandy has helped.”
“You have to be honest with me Birdie. Promise
me, you’ll always be honest with me.” He says looking at me intensely.
“I promise.”
It’s an easy vow for me to make. I don’t
know why he is so intent on my promising, I just know I feel compelled to put
his mind at ease.
“How do you feel now?” he
asks.
“Better thanks.” I answer and when he
frowns “Honestly, look no more shakes!” I say holding my hands out flat.
AJ stands and pours himself a drink. Returns
to the sofa, and sits down next to me, draping one arm along the back of the
sofa.
“I’ll do my best to see that never happens
again. You have my word on that Birdie, please don’t be worried.”
“I’m fine honestly. You said it’s a rarity
and I believe you. I’ve witnessed that you don’t usually have any hassle.” I
reply. Thinking to myself, that as I’m not going to be here much longer, it
doesn’t really come into the equation anyway.
“You’ve witnessed me?”
Damn! Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? Or at
least think before I speak. Now I have to admit that I saw him out on his
Harley. Something that I was hoping to avoid.
“Umm… I saw you when I was at a café in
town.” I reply hesitantly.
“Oh yeah, sitting with your head down,
scribbling on a pad.” He acknowledges.
Right, so he’s admitted that he saw me. So
why didn’t he speak to me? Once again my mouth goes into overload, and without
thinking, the question pops out of my mouth.
“May I ask you
something?”
“Sure, anything.”
“You
said you wanted to hook up with me, and you just admitted that you saw me at
the café. So why didn’t you speak to me? You didn’t even glance in my
direction. Until Razor informed me that you had seen me, I really thought that
you hadn’t.”
“I’m not
going to approach you in the open like that babe. Firstly, I was worried about
being shot down. Secondly, I knew about the party, so I was biding my time;
and thirdly, I
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