This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidential.

 

     Copyright © 2015 by Trisha Mallari

  

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  Hey you! Whatcha doing here?

     Ok im kidding. Hi guyyys! Whats up? Its so awesome to see you here you know. Reading my Story. Yeah hah!

     Forgive all the typos and errors  that will come your way. Im editing through my phone and Im much comfortable doing it through this device than a computer/laptop. If there are errors, lemme know.

     Without further ado,lets dive in into the glamorous world of ashlee *wink*

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  I walk along the stone steps oblivious to where the path leads me. I follow the path and see that it leads me to a greenhouse.

     I am in a state of awe as I enter after I see how beautiful the place look. There are Yellow lights hanging above me twinkling brightly and a huge water fountain smack infront of me. The potted plants were arrange depending on its heights,  type and hues. Its The perfect definition of Paradise.

     Suddenly, I notice flower petals scattered on the floor. Except that, its not just carelessly thrown on the floor. It leads to the back part of the greenhouse. I followed the petals, and finally found where it leads me.

     There, stands a tall guy in black hoodies, tight black pants and a pair of sneakers. He holds a single rose on his hands.

      I can vaguely see his face. I think it was because of the hoodie but i can see his lips. And it curls up in the most adorable way.

     "Ashlee." He says in a low voice.

     He looks up but a ring rudely interrupts the moment.

      I search my pocket to grab my phone. Weird. The phone is not in my pocket.

    

      "Ashlee," he repeats.

    

      "Hold on. Im searching for my phone. Cant. Find it" i reply.

      Slowly he say, "Wake up. Youre late!"

       "Huh?" I look up at him and suddenly his face creepily turned into Aly's face.

       Before I can scream in horror, I feel the ground shaking-the flowers starts to fall on the ground and the hanging lights sways violently. Everything is swallowed in a black hole that formed on ground and I was being vaccumed. I fell into the blackhole and fell onto my New York Apartment bed... And there is Alyssa with her red hair in high ponytail, shaking me to wake up.

    '"You are late for your Vogue cover shoot!" Alyssa's  muffled voice calls as I lay beneath my floral comforter which was given to me by one of my first mentor, Tyra Banks.

     "I went shopping the other day. I saw this and immediately thought of you" I remember her say during our lunch the other month.

      I wipe the sleep of my eyes and see Alyssa through my blurred vision, searching through piles of unread magazines and heap of clothes for my cellphone."Beatrice has been trying to call you but you werent picking up so she asked me to check you just to make sure you're still breathing." She says sarcastically. "Now get up".

      "Why do I have to wake up this early? Its only..."

  

      I check the digital clock on the top of my bedside table.

      9:15am. Oh my god.

      I stare at her wide-eyed, "oh no I didn't" I ask in horror.

      "Yes you did. You are suppose to be there in 35 minutes"

       I throw the sheets on my side and rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, hoping that the "I-just-woke-up" evidence will be erased.

       I Printed your schedule for today!" She yells from my bed room.

       I went back inside the room to check my schedule: I have a Vogue photoshoot first thing, a pre interview for The Ellen Show and then I'll have my final taping for my Next Movie, 'Kid in love'.

      I am NOT that excited for the shooting of my movie. Don't take this the wrong way. I love my job, I really do but its my co-star and supposed "bestfriend", Alessandra, that makes me want to not go to the shooting. That would be unprofessional. ofcourse im coming to the shoot. The best thing about it is that I got the lead role. We were both up for the same role but I brought the bacon home. Hah!

      Someone should've told me that Alessandra and I will have a bad relationship the moment that we met in the make up room right after she accidentally-on-purpose poured coffee on my outfit for our first scene together.

       You may think that i'm weird for fighting with my co-star. You may probably think that everyone in the biz would be thisclose right after they do a project together because that's what the magazine and TV feed you. No. Sometimes, everything is just for good publicity.

      "You can't bash your costar honey." I recall Beatrice tell me during our car ride to Premium- a famous steak house down town after I give her a rant. "Children and teens look up to you as their role model. Ashlee McHarris would never do such thing."

     Guess who's having a grand time acting in real life. Alessandra and I have never been friends. It's only been fourteen months since we started to work together, when we were cast to play besties for a Disney Movie, 'The adventures of Riley Brown' and we never hang out out when we're outside(nor did we attempt to). Just incase you've read the December issue of J-14, the one with our pictures on the pages acting all happy baking sugar cookies, opening the gifts that we supposedly got each other under the christmas tree and us hugging-again, its for good publicity.

      "I am so excited to see her again after three weeks" I  gushed during the Golden globes award when one reporter asked me if how we're doing.

      Im excited to hear her rants when we're in the make up room as we get our faces done and more so, I can't wait to hear her complain about how little lines she get and throws a fit if I get better and longer lines. I say in my head. I know better than to say it infront of the reporter with a cameraman and boom mic with her.

Pfft. In her face.

     I dash over to my walk-in closet to find something to wear. I grab the first thing that I see- a pink collared dress that stops just above my knees, its sleeves stopping on my wrist and my Salvatore Ferragamo ankle boots. I guess this works because if not, my stylist, Anne, can easily do her magic.

      I grab my phone and shove it in my Chanel shoulder bag as Alyssa ushers me down to the grand staircase and out the front door.

      "Good morning, Ash!" Joe greets sharing the goodvibes that he always have with him.

       I label 'Joe' as my teddy bear. At six foot three, Joe looks like he could smack a Wrestler l. Joe's been my Driver/bodyguard for three years now. Beatrice hired him for me, right as I started my career in the concrete jungle-back when I was so young and so naïve.

        As I settle into the black leather seats, I grab my phone to text my best friend, and model, Taylor Harding. She's the daughter of Pamela Harding, CEO and founder of Harding Cosmetics.

      Taylor texted me last night, inviting me to go lunch with her but I wasn't able to reply since I was asleep by then.

      Ashlee: I just left the house for  photoshoot. wasn't able 2 rep last night bc I fell asleep. Im still up for lunch U?

      TayHarding: morning! I have a commercial shoot to do RN, I'll be free at 11:30. See you at Bistro Isabelle's by then?

     Joe pulls over infront of the studio where we'll have today's shoot.

      We grab our stuffs and walk inside the grand entrance at exactly 9:45am.

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      The shoot ends after an hour, so I have enough time to do my pre interview for The ellen show before meeting Taylor.

    

       Unexpectedly, the pre interview took longer than usual. They wanted the detailed story of my trip to Africa for the Helping Hands org.

        At 11:45pm, I walk inside Bistro Isabelle's and spot Taylor's blonde hair popping on our usual corner table. She sees me and taps her watch.

       "sorry!" I blush.

      

       "Paparazzi?" She asks knowingly.

     

       "Pre interview. It ended longer than usual."

      

       We order our food to the waitress who patiently waits for our order.

        Bistro Isabelle's is one of our fave hangouts. They serve World-class dishes and high quality products. The ambience is wonderful and not intimidating. The walls are covered with black thread-like art and there's a hanging dim lamp on each table.

The dream I had this morning is still stuck in my head. The faceless man kinda scared me.

       "You should totally check them out."

       "Check who?" I ask, suddenly distracted from my thoughts.

  

        She rolled her eyes."You're zoning out again"

       I apologized for the second time.

        "I said, there's a new boyband in California, called the 'boyband project'."

       "What about them?"

       

       "I heard mom talk about them on a phone call last night." She gushes. "I overheard her say that they will be the new face of Harding Cosmetic!"

       "But I thought you guys sell cosmetic?"

       "Well, mom said that our company is going to go beyond what we do. We're starting a new fragrance line I guess"

        The waitress arrive with our food. Thank God, i'm starving!

         "So anyway, i search them up and Oh my gosh! They are so HOT" she giggles. "I am totally smitten over Chance but I heard he already has a girlfriend. Major bummer for me" she pouts pointing at herself.

        That's one of the weirdest characeristic of Taylor. Yes, she's rich, she works in Tinseltown and have a huge cosmetic empire. But one thing that not everyone know about her is that shes a major Fangirl- from One Direction, the Vamps, Before you exit to Ed sheeran, Sam Smith and Taylor Swift. She knows it all!

       I feel my phone vibrates. I check it out. Alyssa.

      "What is it?" Taylor ask as she stuff a forkful of Greek Salad in her mouth.

      "Uhm, its alyssa. She wants me to call Beatrice"

      She nods knowingly and i stand up and dial Beatrice's number.

"Hey whats up?"

"Ashlee meet me in 60 minutes at my office," she demands

''What? Why? Im out with Taylor for lunch"

"Something important. See you in an hour,"

       She hungs up the phone.

       I return to our table and explain to Taylor about the urgent call. After 45minutes, we left the restaurant and I headed to My publicists's office.

    

 

 

 

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  I think this chapter is srsly lame. Especially with the Tyra part. Haha! But still, thanks for making it to the first chapter of the story. I hope you will continue to read this. I'll make 10 chapters more and see if people will like it.  If you do, please vote and comment(it would mean so much) sharing this will be a lot of help too. if not, Message me, maybe?

       I would also like to know your suggestions and your expectations for this story. I know im in control of the events, but i would like to hear your side too, awright? :)

       Lastly, if you are not familiar with the 'boybandproject', I want you to know that I didnt made them up and that they do exist. They live in California and if you'd like to stalk them(I would greatly appreciate it)  go subscribe on their youtube account(www.youtube.com/user/boybandproject)

      If you are already a projector, I'd love to be friends with you fellow pineapple!

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