Smitten by the Playboy: Crush

I learn that Rhys is single in the long run. I don't know how true that is. If I were staying that long enough in his presence, I would have checked and verified it myself. Not so just I can become his date and truest love. I just want to know how far he would go on lying if I were with him and for what exact purposes and motives exactly. Duh! Men and their sweetie pie form of white lies! Even women and olden people lie too—are you not aware, Tori? It is Mirth, you are right. Always listening and paying attention to whatever thing it is that I am doing.

Before I drop out of his car, Rhys gives me this long and absorbed-like look that I can't easily explain and tell up. It is just there. Exquisite, friendly, and desirous and deliriously-achy too on the other hand. I don't know what it is exactly...but I feel like there is more truth and aim to his words and moves. I don't really care. A celebrity is waiting somewhere, or is not she, huh? Keyshawn Gibson.

The way she seats on her chair in the packed and busy inn. It is almost like she is a princess of beauty and loveliness itself. No. She isn't that proud or pompous type. She is just amazingly and achingly beautiful. Ash! I wish I looked just like her. Huh—huh! I am not any serious with all of this stuff, guys. I love who I am and what I am, and I wouldn't change it for anything else in this world. What I mean to symbolize is that each person is lovely and magnificent in a way of their own that can relate well to the others, or badly worse still. That is just life. It is not all about similarity and distinctness alone. But also variance and indistinctness on the other face of the wide, broad mirror.

I sit down before her and stretch out my hand to shake hers. I have sent her my picture and bio before. I trust that she remembers and knows me. Her hand is slightly warm but snugly comfortable to touch and stroke about. Eish! Her palms are enjoyably soft and smooth just like mine, meaning that we rarely do that very hard laborious but enjoyable grade of work. Work in any form is enjoyable—and I love, love, love it.

"What drink would you like to take?" Keyshawn asks me.

I don't know which one to choose. There are so many wonderful and beautiful bottles to choose here. From the quietly and ever fizzing Glen Ellen type to the bubbly, sweetly-mantic Vendange, and also the darkly and roseate-like La Terre, to the loved and adored Stone Cellars and Ecco Domani and Chateau Ste. Michelle—I don't one which particular brand it is that I should opt for here. "I will take Blackstone," I finally and at long last mouth out to Key. She smiles kindly and gestures me to proceed ahead and serve myself. Even the small cup-cake scones served with chocolate and fried eggs are delicious and luscious to taste and gobble. Hmmnnnnnnn! I am not going to miss Courtney Schroeder's talkative kitchen tonight. Not in any way thinkable.

"So tell me, Keyshawn, how did you get started here in Hollywood? You have grown this big and popular. Was working in the movies something that you have long wanted to do all your life? Or it was life and its unpredictable chain and series of events that got you tossed and started in this whole movie deal thing?"

"It is quite funny and unbelievable to look back and see how long I have come in all of this thing. As you are aware of, I am only 23. And I began acting in small TV serials and films as way back as 10 years far past. It was something I did because my mom and family thought that I had great acting talent. It turned out truthfully so. And following my first three years of specializing only in TV, I switched on to movies. That was not in fact how I planned it out to be. The TV company I acted for shut down and I had to look for other acting work somewhere. By this point in time, I was addicted and drugged on into acting. I didn't want spending a week not being captured and filmed on camera. If there is anything that I am heavily addicted to in this wide whole world of ours, it is the dearest camera itself."

"Fine then! I will fetch out mine so that I can relieve and loosen up your obsession and mania," I am saying this merely as a way of joking and we both snigger and laugh out madly at it.

"The Paparazzi don't drag bags and bunches of cameras with them for movie filming, Tori. They only use them to do the snap-dap, snap-dip, and snap-captcha exclusive sort of thing. You should get a filming license. Only then will I authorize you to film me for this interview."

We laugh again and I add this time around, "Well heard and understood, Keyshawn. So how did you get to snub up this latest movie role of yours?"

"It was tough competition honestly speaking. There were about 13 well-known actresses contending for this Suey Eastwood role, and I kept on thinking each time, 'I am going to miss it...I am going to lose it.' I was totally shocked and horrified when the producer phoned me in person to tell me that I had been picked up to play nasty Miss Eastwood. At the 'Clawed' auditioning, there were about a hundred and thirty unknown aspiring actresses who all wanted to land this big role too, and a handful of them eventually snubbed roles in the movie as third and fourth class characters."

"What inspired you to especially go for this movie?"

She giggles out happily and excitedly, "I have never done an action movie blended with horror and science-fiction pieces before, and I was like, this is my perfect and most rightful opportunity to go for this. It turned out I had been stirred by that mentality right and appropriately."

"What else are you filming besides this?"

"Lilith: Bride of the Devil. In this one, I play Lilith, the demon queen of the Succubus. This is a horror movie releasing next month by Farrell Pictures. I have only just finished filming it along with 'Goose Camp' a cartoon movie done for some Baltimore-based television station. They are 'Kids' Fun' by name and title."

"How has been enormously famous in the last six years changed your whole life and acting career?"

"To be honest with you, I was not really that popular until about four years ago with the release of 'Queen on The King's Throne.' But my life hasn't changed that much frankly. Maybe only that I have not much time to hang out with my friends and family, and I don't get to kiss my boyfriend out in the public anymore. He only goes out with me on private dates and the like. He is allergic to fame and popularity, especially all those negatives things that can come from sleepless haters. I am all used to it now and I perfectly know how to handle it very well indeed."

"Last month, there was a rumor that you are secretly lesbian and that you had behind shut doors married fellow Lilith co-star, Jeanie Campbell. Well, those spreading the rumor mentioned that your being with your two-year boyfriend, Adrian, was to cover and conceal things up about your gay orientation. How did that affect you and your reputation and even your work much more importantly?"

"I was shocked and terrified at first to learn that it was what people were talking and preaching about. I was like, 'That is what everyone is thinking of me? Fine! I will take no notice of it and concentrate on tackling a few couple projects that I presently have at hand.' You know what? Those rumors are now dying all out of nowhere. I don't have to prove how true or false everything is that God-knows-exactly-wh-ch-exact-person brought and hatched up to do me and my influence bitter harm. I just leave rumors and without fail they sort themselves out with a brand new one. I have fans to cheer up and not let down, or have not I?"

"What was the best ever movie role in all your big screen career?"

"Playing a young beautiful Queen Elizabeth in the crisis-time 1900s in 'Queen on The King's Throne.' I love Queen Elizabeth and I really and deeply valued playing her. It was like the most beautiful thing ever."

"Are you expecting?" I question her whilst laughing and giggling out.

She first looks at me angrily and rudely first and then suddenly softens her expression to laugh and snigger out as well. "That is how rumors begin, Tori. I hope that you are not bent and intent on starting another newest one about me being pregnant. For goodness' sake, I am not expecting, Madame Wolf."

"I know...I know...this was merely a joke from me, for this night especially."

"Where do you see yourself five years from now if God gives you that blessing and privilege to live that long enough? Don't get me wrong here. It is not like I am saying that you are not meant to last that long on Earth either. We all know that we live by the will and power of God, right?"

"That's very true, Tori." At least she is not that tad bit provoked or angered by any of this statement. "In five years if I were to live more by God's grace and wish, I will probably be an actress-turned-mother of two or three who has for the time settled down to raise and look after her kids with her loving and adoring boyfriend. I hope we would have tied the knot by then. But I shall still be returning and appearing on the big silver screen. Only time is sacred and the accurate most seer to tell all that."

"Are there any surefire signs that your man, Adrian Spencer, is as of late willing and very much eager to tie the knot with you? This is my final question for you."

"I should give him a little bit more of time for the moment, I think. My poor buddy is kind of stuck and spent up trying to complete his Art and Humanities course at Wotton University back there in our beloved Los Angeles city. Maybe after he has completed school we are going to marry and settle down. For the moment, he is occupied in entertaining his books and lecturers. For the nonce, I am playing and having great fun with my audience and the entirety of Tinsel-town at large."

Whew! This is a great relief and pleasure on my part. Following our meal and interview, I go on to take ten or eleven photos of Keyshawn here at the Sugar Spray Inn. She is wearing blue jeans, a pink top, a long furry white jacket that everyone seems to be admiring and ogling at. On her feet are black and sturdy-looking-like ankle-high boots. Her light blond hair, today dyed a lovely and precious black for Divinity-knows-what specific purpose, is curled and frizzled and twisted up nicely. Celebrities and their glamour!

As I step my way out of Sugar Spray Inn, I notice Rhys hovering outside there on his car as he waits and keeps looking out for me. Wait a second, Tori! Who told you that he is waiting for you here? He is probably in a patient wait for his most ever beautiful girlfriend. And not some cheeky, naughty, and Paparazzi sliced-time worker like you! Yah! Mirth is always good at cheering and annoying me at the same time—duh!

I wave at him kindly and then proceed to walk my way down the street. It will probably take me twenty minutes to reach the Four Pizzas Junction and then hire a cab there to take me to my apartment. While walking and strolling down the street quietly, I hear a vehicle humming and buzzing loud after me. I swerve around quickly just in time for the darkly window to wind down and Rhys himself to peek direct at me from the other farthest-off seat, from where he directs and bids me, "Get in quickly, will you?"

I do like he tells me to. It is enjoyable and comfortable inside here. I bet that it is high time I get a car of my own and stop bothering Courtney about how I have to go to some place all in the flattery and deceit of her own lavish car made to look in the eyes of the scrutinizing public like it is a very expensive automobile of my own ownership and possession. When I glance at Rhys, he at length last tells me:

"You haven't let me know that you work for the Paparazzi?"

Oh. So he was spying and keeping a watchful eye on me right back there in the Sugar Spray Inn. I should have known. Alternatively, I tell him, "This is something that I do part-time and not on a full time basis, mind you. Are you really surprised and bothered by it?"

"I was stunned to see you with that celebrity—Keyshawn Gibson."

The windows all over Spray Sugar Inn are all made of clear and apparent glass. It is so obvious that Rhys had been monitoring my activity with Keyshawn all along. Hmmnnnnnn...who could have thoughtlessly foresaw or forethought that happen? Not I myself in any way thinkable!

"What time do you usually get home? I mean it is late already, and I will be responsible for it if you arrive home late. Do you want to get in trouble with your—"

"My what? My wife, you want to say?"

I am shocked, dead-faced even. "No. That is not what I was going to say to you."

"Then what word did you mean to place just there?"

"The poor dog! It hasn't eaten anything, and you have kept it locked and shut up in this automobile of yours for so many hours. I only feel sorry and pity for it. That is only what I wanted to say, and nothing about your whatever-her-name-is special wife."

He looks guilty and conscious-punched. I am not to blame for that, or am I? I AM NOT, TORI! That must be Mirth without denial. "I will take care of little Bruce, don't worry about him, Tori. He is such a nice and loving dog of mine. Only that he has gone missing and strayed for the last few days and I wasn't willing to chill out and take things easy without ever finding him. He means the entire world to me. If he were a woman, he would be the only wife that I would have in my possession."

How's that ever possible? I am wondering to myself...quietly and soundlessly still indeed.

"He is the only family you have—is that what you are trying to mean?"

"Kind of. Animal family that is, and not my human one." We have already arrived at my place. Rhys stops the car and I look at him quietly to tell him finally, "Thank you for everything that you have done for me. I hope that you take the good most and best most ever care of your little Bruce. He deserves all things good and so much more to this."

"You are welcome, Tori Wolf." Rhys says with a very big and truly handsomely and hypnotizing smile.

"Good bye, Rhys. Journey well." I am out in the cold again. I hurry my way straight into the house and find Courtney already sleeping in her bed. I wish I could give her just a good night kiss, but then I will have to spare and reserve it for tomorrow. I love her. Sweet dreams, Schroeder! It is also my turn to fall asleep as well, right? Definitely so! I don't know what tomorrow will bring...I wonder...I only wonder what will come off next after all this...