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The City of Angels.

A promise fulfilled.

"I'd advise you not to touch me, Kim!" I said to Kim as she tried to remove me from my bed the following morning.
"We're going to be late for work, miss. And we're opening up this morning so we gotta move!" She said, fresh as a daisy.
"Die!" I groaned in reply.
"I made you coffeeeeee!" Kim sang and I could smell the beans, not too far from my reach.
"It's a start. Do you have a loaded gun too? Will you shoot me right in the face please?" I turned over to look at Kim.
"No, but if we leave now, we'll have time for a McDonald’s breakfast..." Kim knew my kryptonite.
"Fine. I'm up. But if at some stage today I ask you to shoot me in the face, you will oblige. Do you hear?" I shot Kim as I pulled myself from my cosy bed.

After a long shower and choosing a hangover and work friendly outfit, I applied some makeup and tamed my hair enough to consider myself appropriate and Kim and I were on our way to work via McDonalds.

"This is the longest day of my LIFE!" I said to Kim later that day with my head resting on my arms on the bar.
"Still not feeling any fresher, I take it?" She asked, with an eyebrow raised.
"Not to be dramatic, but I think this is the end. I think I'm actually on the way out." I replied, minor panic in my voice.
"Well I sure hope it's not. Couldn't let you go without upholding the last promise you made while alive." I heard a voice say.

I lifted my head to be greeted by Austin's smiling face. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, one of my white "Cheer the fuck up" tees and a grey beanie which hid just about all of his curly hair. He was holding up a brown paper bag in one hand and a light blue plastic bag in another.

"Am I the only dickhead that's hung over today?" I asked, feeling even sorrier for myself than before.
"Thai!" Austin nodded to the brown paper bag. "Of course I'm hung over. But you made a promise!" He chuckled and waved the Thai takeaway in front of my face.
"Is that..." I started and stopped getting the smell coming from the takeaway food. "Is that..." I tried again, yet the smell took over me once more.
"Pad Thai? Yes it is!" Austin finished, clearly proud of himself.
"That's my favourite!" I looked at him and felt tears pooling in my eyes.
"This hangover is destroying her. Take her home, Austin, I can close up." Kim said as both she and Austin tried to hold back the laughter.
"Kim, are you sure?" I looked to her, emotions soaring now.
"Please. Go!" She said, her hands on my shoulders leading me to the staff room to collect my things.
"This is the nicest thing anyon-"
"GO!" She shouted pointing to the door.

I collected my things from the staff room, thanked Kim again and left the record bar with Austin. When Austin told me the reason he parked his car right outside the door of the record bar was so that our dinner wouldn't go cold I had been shot head first into another minor emotional break down and I was 97% sure he had entirely regretted his words. Although he cooed and laughed the entire time.

“So what’s in the blue bag?” I questioned Austin as we were just minutes from his house.
“Movies!” He replied simply, with a smile.
“What movies?” I asked, amusement evident in my voice.
“21 Jump Street and the Batman trilogy. Favourites of both of ours!” He replied, turning into his building.
“How did you know I love those movies?” I asked, highly impressed.
“I asked around!” He shrugged as he parked the car and I shot him a thankful smile.

Austin and I gorged ourselves on our Thai takeaway and engrossed ourselves in Austin’s fantastic movie choices. Half way through the Dark Knight Austin reached for his phone.

“Oh…” he said unknowingly.
“Is everything okay?” I asked him, concerned and intrigued.
“I just got an e-mail inviting the band and me to a Young Hollywood party.” He said with a laugh.
“What? Aren’t those run by Vogue?!” I asked in pure awe. Now sitting up-right, staring straight at Austin.
“Uh, I guess.” Austin said re-reading the e-mail.
“Well are you going?” I asked him as if he were from another planet.
“I’ll go if you come as my date.” He said with a big grin.
“Do I have to walk the carpet?” I asked with an uneasy face.
“Yes.” Austin replied simply. “But only for a minute. Then you can ditch me for interviews.” He said, trying to coax me into agreeing to attend.
“Please don’t make me!” I pleaded.
“Hell yes you’re walking that carpet. I want to make every man in LA jealous.” He finished, flashing me his pearly whites and widening his deep brown eyes.
“Austin!” I gushed. What the fuck is going on here, Fiona. You never gush.
“I’ll take that as a yes. It’s on Friday night.” Austin said to me with the cheekiest grin I had ever seen on his face.

We finished watching our movies and then Austin drove me home. He asked me if I wanted to stay over for the night, but my mind was already in over drive thinking about what I was going to wear for this party and how many salon appointments I was going to have to make. I was excited about the party itself. Being a huge fashion lover, I couldn’t wait to see who would be in attendance and, more importantly, what people would be wearing. However, on the flip side, I was dreading the red carpet. My stomach turned just thinking about it. I had never been great for big crowds of people I don’t know. (Good thing I moved to LA…) I also hated the idea of being the center of attention. Hence why I want to make clothes as opposed to model them. I just hoped my nerves would live up to the occasion. Having Austin by my side would be a huge help.

I went to bed that night anxious, excited and confused. Why would Austin ask me to go to the event with him? All he had to do was open his front door and shout out he needed a date. Plenty of women would come flocking. I know we share a vibe and we can both sense that there is something big between us. Had Austin stopped feeling it? Or was he making the next move? All these questions ran through my head. That was until my phone sounded, making me jump. I opened a text message from Austin.

“From: Austin;
Stop stressing and go to sleep, little doll. Xo”


I threw my head back in laughter. That fucking guy!

Notes

Technology hates me, but I got to update!
Hope you like this one! x

Comments

@eiramkanker
Thanks sweets :) xxx

Heffipie Heffipie
2/21/14

oh gosh. getting intense. can't wait for your next update.

taxigerm taxigerm
2/21/14

@Heffipie
No problem lovely!!!

@thefinestdedication
hahahah thank you lovely :D xxx

Heffipie Heffipie
2/2/14

Each update makes me happier hehe <<<<333333