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Rumours Ruin Reputations

Even Boring Places Can Have Meaning

It was second date time. Jack and I continued to text back and forth in the couple of days we didn’t see each other. This time I was the one who got to organize the date. I thought for quite a while before settling on something I thought would be quite nice to do. No, it wasn’t some stupid thing everybody did. Plus, I still needed to be a bit undercover while doing this. I didn’t need people already bothering me about a relationship that was just starting. So, I decided to use my moviestar ‘privileges’ for this specific occasion.

I had dressed completely differently this time. It wasn’t as fancy as our last date, even though this could be considered a place that well dressed people often went to. But that wasn’t the reason why we the date was going to be there. Nope, nothing fancy about it, I actually meant for the complete opposite to happen. So, I just put on my plain white T-shirt, a flannel, light blue jeans, some black high heeled lace-up boots, and added some accessories just because. I just hoped Jack hadn’t overdressed. There was a likely chance that he had looked up the address I had sent him, and that he was now very confused.

I mean, who would take their date to an Art Gallery, am I right? Haha… ha… ha… umm… yes, that was where it was. But, I promise you it wasn’t because I wanted to look at the art! That would just have been the worst second date. Sure, it might have been fun for futher along the line, and only because it would be fun to make up bullshit deep meaning for each paintings, but not this early on. No, this was for a whole different reason.

You see, I had once been forced to go here for a press conference way back when I had just started out. I was already together with Travis back then, but I had decided to go out and explore all by myself. As I slouched through the many halls full of contemporary art, I found an unlocked door that never said I shouldn’t have gone through it. Or it might have, but I just ignored the whole ‘Staff Only’ bullshit. At least it was completely worth it. Nobody saw me go through, and I was able to climb the flights of stairs in peace. When I got to the top, there was another door to the roof, and I immediately claimed the spot as my favourite one. Since the place was just outside of town, you were able to look out and see quite a beautiful skyline. I could only imagine how beautiful it would have been if it was dark out and the buildings would light up and the stars would come out and shine. So, I spent most of the day there all by myself while nobody knew where I was.

Turns out it was all captured on surveillance cameras… My secret outing hadn’t been as secret as I had hoped. After getting in quite some trouble with my management at the time, not only for breaking in somewhere I shouldn’t have been, but also for not showing up at the mandatory meetings, I had managed to persuade the owner of the art gallery to let me go up there whenever I wanted. I didn’t know how I did it, but it ended with me getting the key to the door. I guess I was just good at emotional speeches about buildings? Don’t ask me how that works, because I seriously don’t know. There was just a big chance that the owner felt so honored to have such a big ‘celebrity’ wanting to come back to their venue on a regular basis. I try to tell myself it was the first option, though; I didn’t like thinking of myself as a superior to other people.

Anyways, the date, that’s what you guys want to hear about, right? You don’t really care about the other stuff. But, hey, I don’t blame you, it was the highlight of my day, as pathetic as that sounds. So, I was already at the Art Gallery with David, waiting for Jack to arrive at the back entrance. I couldn’t have him going through the front, because that would only be suspicious. It didn’t seem like Jack minded keeping our relationship on the down low, though. I mean, who the hell would want to be followed around by paparazzi the entire time? Well, definitely not me, but I didn’t really have a choice, did I. Jack still did, so that was going to be respected. Also, I didn’t exactly need to be seen dating anybody just yet. First we had to see how this whole relationship was going to go. I didn’t need to be called a slut just because a relationship didn’t work out.

As the time started approaching when Jack should have arrived, David opened the door and stood at the doorway to see if any cars were approaching. I was sitting on the floor, against a plain, empty white wall. Slowly, the time continued to pass, the thoughts in my head going crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking that this date was a mistake. Not because I didn’t want to see Jack, but because of what we were going to do. Maybe it was too early to do something like this. And maybe I had forgotten something, making the whole date fail. I was being stressed out, not having had to plan a date in years, convincing myself I had fucked up.

“Are you sure he’s coming and not going to stand you up?” David asked me as he checked his watch again. He was all about coming on time early, as obvious by the way he freaked out when I slept at Jack’s. Even if it was only two minutes past the set time, he would be flipping out. I told him he was allowed to leave as soon as Jack came here, but I knew for sure that he wasn’t becoming unsure because of that. He just didn’t want to see me heartbroken.

“David,” I groaned, wanting to run my hands over my face out of frustration, but knowing it would completely ruin my makeup, “it’s only two past seven, Jack said he’d be here at seven. He’ll be here soon. Not everybody is like you and arrives half an hour before for no fucking reason whatsoever.”

Yeah, that was also why I was waiting oh-so patiently for Jack to come. I wanted to be here an hour before he would so I could set everything up, but David was the reason why I had an extra 45 minutes left. So yeah, I had just been sitting on one of those weird black benches, staring at a painting that consisted of a blue background, a green outline of a triangle, and some weird squiggly red and yellow lines. It really makes you feel like you’re losing your mind if it’s all you see.

“I’m just sayin’,” David shrugged, taking a step outside to look around the small parking lot again, “he might be bad news. I mean, he’s a band dude, you never know how they are. For all you know, he could have girls lined up and is only using you to sleep with one more time.”

I rolled my eyes and stretched my legs out, crossing them over one another. “Yeah, and I’m a world famous actress. Who knows what I’m like? I could possibly just be abusing my fame to get together with random band dudes.”

“Are you, though?” He said trying to prove his point, pointing a finger at me. It was like that was going to have to solve it completely. Just because he knew me and didn’t know Jack, did not mean that Jack had the wrong intentions. He wouldn’t have asked me out if that was what he was going to do. If it was, then he would have just texted me and invited me over.

“Just trust me, ok?” I begged. It was times like this when I would rather have Judy with me, even though she would be jumping all over the place because I was going on a date again. She’d be going through all the things I should and shouldn’t do, and she’d keep grinning like a fool. David was just like that annoying older brother who would scare guys away with just one look. He really was the brother I never had.

You know what? While I’m at it, I’ll tell you a bit about my family. It’s not like Jack was going to show up soon anyways. Ok, so my mom’s name is Alexa and my dad’s is Chase. They were highschool sweethearts, but very ignorant. My mom was only 16 when she became pregnant with me. You know, it was the usual not using protection at a young age type of pregnancy. They obviously decided to keep me, and I was born just after my mom turned 17, my dad was 19 at the time and starting his second year of college. With me being in the picture, all their plans had to change. My dad had to get a job and stop going to school and my mom managed to finish school through homeschooling after having to redo a year. They stayed together the entire time, eventually getting married. We didn’t have a lot of money, but they always wanted the best for me. Then, when I was nine, my sister was born. We used to get along really well, until I moved away to start filming my first movie. It wasn’t because we fizzled out eventually, it was because she’d started to ignore me. Whenever I came home, we were good again. But when she turned 13 that all changed. She completely turned against me, being my number one hater. I was never able to figure out what I had done. I thought it might have been because I ‘left’ her, but apparently that wasn’t it. She wanted my lifestyle and take advantage of it, while I just wanted to go back to being an awkward high school kid. I do send my parents money every once in awhile to help out with my sister and to help them pay the bills during rough patches. They always feel guilty, but I was happy to do it. They were there for me in the beginning, trying to let me make my dreams come true, now it was my turn to return the favour.

“He’s here,” David sighed out in what sounded a lot like annoyance. He definitely did not like Jack, and I did not understand why. Jack was a good guy, no reason to hate me. But I guess David was not just a bodyguard for my physical safety, but also for my mental wellness. I still kissed Jack, though. It wasn’t like one person was going to change that.

I quickly stood up, brushing off any dust that possibly could be covering my ass. Before Jack was close enough to hear us, however, I looked at David with a hinting smirk. “Are you going to give us privacy, or…?”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll be in the car.” He breathed out heavily showing he still thought that what I was doing was a big mistake. Nonetheless, he still walked over to the large black car with tinted windows. I knew for sure, that no matter what happened, he was not going to let Jack take me home, nor would I be allowed to go to Jack’s. It was this date and then say goodbye, just like how dating was back in freshman year of school when your parents still had to drive you around.

I immediately brought Jack into a kiss when he finally stood in front of me. David could probably see it happening if he decided to keep an eye on me through the windshield, but I seriously couldn’t give a fuck. If this whole thing with Jack turned out to be a mistake, it was going to be my fault. I didn’t want people directing my every life choice anymore.

“Oh, hey,” Jack smirked as we both pulled away again. I pulled him inside further and closed the door so nobody would be able to go inside without a key. I was not going to be responsible for any of the paintings being stolen.

“Hey,” I smiled back, wanting to kiss him again, but deciding better off it. Instead, I took hold of his hand and started guiding him through the hallway, “come with me.”

He happily obliged, but still showed his confusion. “Umm, not to be rude or anything, but why are we at an art gallery… especially when it’s closed?”

“We’re not here for the art, don’t worry, I’m not that boring. I already ventured off completely the first time I went here for business.” I brought him to the sketchy stairway I had discovered those many years ago. The gallery had never bothered to make it look any better since the public would never see it, so everything still looked like concrete blocks. “We can always go and make fun of the art, though. It’s what I like to do on especially shitty days. Making up stories for each painting, making it all sound plausible, is actually really fun to do. Cheers you up in no time.”

“I’m just trusting you here,” Jack laughed just before I opened the door that lead us out to the rooftop, “for all I know, you could be taking me out somewhere secluded to murder me.”

“Won’t that be great for the papers? They’ll have something to bitch about other than the divorce. I don’t get why they blow it up so big, because it’s been a long time coming. Anyway, that’s not something to talk about during a date, especially not up on my rooftop.” I let go of his hand and walked up to the pillows and blankets laid down on the floor to make it as comfortable as possible.

Jack joined me, sitting down right next to me so he could put one arm behind me. He took away one of the cushions he was sitting on, and put it in his lap instead. “Your rooftop?”

“Well, technically not my rooftop, but I have a key to it and often go up here. I like being up here more than any other place in the world. Sometimes I manage to fall asleep here, and I’m lucky it rarely rains here. But it’s just a nice calm place to be. You can see the busy city, knowing you’re away from it for a while, the stars high up in the sky, but you’re still not completely alone. It’s just a nice place I found and claimed as my own.”

“You and Travis must have had some fun nights up here,” he chuckled, thinking of all the possible activities I could have done up here with my ex-husband. At least it wasn’t me bringing it up, but I also knew Jack and I were going to have to talk about it explicitly at some point. But right now? Maybe not.

I shook my head, not being able to imagine the same thing he was. “No, he’s never been up here. He knew about it, but I never allowed him to come. However, even then all he knew was that it was just a rooftop of a gallery. He never got to know the meaning behind it. You see,” I crawled forward, dangerously close to the edge, but having done this way too often to mess up. I pointed down at the ground which the parking lot was now occupying, “down there, I’m Stevie Elise Barrett, movie star, somebody who has to be careful with every single thing she does, no matter how small because it can be blown up. Up here… I’m just me. Nobody can get to me up here. Down there, is a movie star’s life; up here, it’s mine.”

“And I get to be part of this one?” He double checked, starstruck with what I had just said.

I nodded and removed the pillow from his lap, straddling him myself. “Yes, because I really do like you and I don’t care about all that shit that happens around me. I want you to be part of what I know is real, not something that has been forced upon me.”

“I’m happy I get to see you; the real you.”

Notes


One more chapter after this and then it's up to everybody to chose whether I finish this story or write a new one. Help make me chose (just read the lastest note on my story Opposites Do Not Attract).

Comments

I love that

Daydreamers Daydreamers
2/6/19

@aweirdkindofyellow
Haha well we all know that jack is kind, and goofy as shit, so you def got that down pat lol

hopeless1313 hopeless1313
1/15/19

@hopeless1313
I don't know shit, but at least you feel like I'm sort of doing them justice.

@Daydreamers
I am writing two different Jack right now and they are polar opposites xD

OMG JACK CHILL

Daydreamers Daydreamers
1/14/19