The Celebrity and Me

I'll update tomorrow :c

 

It took what seemed like forever to arrive at Dante's house. I looked outside the car window as we approached a large black gate. I gulped. It was at least 15 feet high and looked intimidating.

"What's with the gate?" I asked and I turned to look at Dante.

"Do you have a problem with it?"

His voice sounded harsh and I shook my head. "N-no I have no problem with it," I said and I looked back out the window. I watched as the gates opened and I looked at all the scenery on his land. How many acres did he own? His house... mansion was much larger than I thought and my mouth dropped open.

"Is something the matter?" he asked.

"Y-your... house... it's s-so big," I stuttered. "For a celebrity... y-your house is pretty large."

"The money isn't just because of my fame. My father owned an insurance company before it the business was passed down to me. However I didn't want the business so I handed it over to my uncle who isn't that much older than me."

"That doesn't make sense... if the business isn't yours then why did you get the money?"

"Is this twenty questions?"

I bit my lip. "No."

"Then don't ask me anymore questions unless they are related to our little contract. You're not someone I would care to reveal my life upon. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded. What a jerk. I had just begun to regret signing that contract but then again, it meant I had a home in which I didn't have to worry about abuse from my sister or forcing myself to pay Daniel for rent. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

Once we entered the house/mansion he led me upstairs and down long hallway to the end where two doors were. He opened them both to reveal a sitting area with a television, treadmill, grand piano, two arm chairs, a couch, a coffee table and a shelf full of books. My mouth dropped open and I could see a small smug smile on Dante's face.

"This is your space. Do what you want with it for the next six months."

I could feel a small smile creep up on my face. "A piano?" I asked him.

"I researched you. You played at the concert hall when you were eleven years old? Were you some sort of prodigy child? Not just anyone can play there unless they are very talented."

A small blush tinted my cheeks a deep red.

"I take that as a 'yes'" said Dante.

"I'm not a prodigy! Th-that's just... no... I mean..." I stammered. It was rather embarrassing to be called a prodigy. It also hurt a little... once my mother became sick, I stopped playing. "I stopped playing," I murmured.

"Why?"

"When my mom got sick I didn't have the time. I ended up having to sell our piano so I could pay hospital bills," I said and I laughed nervously. "But it's no big deal. I mean, sometimes I would go to the piano store on Main Street and they would often welcome me there."

He was silent before he frowned and cleared his throat. "I see. Well anyways, I'll show you your bedroom," he said and he walked towards another two door entrance and opened them.

My eyes widened at the sight of the large room. The bed was definitely king size and had a canopy that was attached to the four bed posts. It was a beautiful royal blue and the ties that held it around the bed posts were a golden yellow. The room was a lighter blue and the room had two very large windows. There was a mahogany desk and dresser with a mirror in the room. There was a door to the left that led to a balcony which occupied a lounge chair and a side table.

"This room is..."

"Meets your standards?"

"Yes!" I shouted. "I swear this room is bigger than my own apartment!"

"You are really this excited over a room?" he snorted. "You're that poor?"

I scowled. "At least I'm modest and know I am. I know I won't ever be rich so things like really make me happy. I don't care what you think. If I can live in this room like a princess for six months... I could honestly care less about what you say to me."

"Don't be so defensive. I'll show you the last thing." He led me over to a door on the right and opened it. "Your closet."

I covered my mouth when I saw it. It was larger than my own room at my apartment. More than three times the size! It had rows and rows of bars to hang clothes and lots of shelves for shoes and whatever else.

"Good enough?"

"Good enough? This is more than enough. I bet my clothes will only fill one tenth of this closet!"

He frowned. "Then I guess we'll have to buy you more clothes. I've seen the way you dress and I can guarantee you that if you keep dressing that way, I will never show my face in public with you."

I pouted. "What's wrong with the way I dress?"

"It's so plain. It makes you look even plainer then you already do," he said and he walked towards me. He gently lifted some of my hair up and examined my face which made me feel both uncomfortable and embarrassed. "You need a make over if you want to be seen with me in the future."

I blushed. "I don't think it's about looks..."

"Idiot. Just shut up. You don't know the celebrity world at all. If you continue to look the way you do, it'll make me look bad."

"You don't have to be so mean about it... I just don't mind how I look to others."

"Well... starting now, you have to."

I bit my lip. Damn... I was fine with the way I was. I didn't want to have to change myself just so I could be accepted by the public and the world Dante belonged to. I sighed and nodded. "I understand... but I don't really know how to do make up or make myself look better."

He let out a laugh before he shook his head. "You are not a normal girl, are you?"

I blushed. "W-well..."

"Tomorrow we are going out. First we're going to shop for clothes and then to the beauty salon where I will find you a trainer and for the next week or so she will teach you how to present yourself when you are with me."

"Oh... okay," I said.

"If you can't learn in fourteen days, may rethink our little deal. So prepare yourself and work hard or it's over."

Panic filled my insides. Fourteen days?! That's all? I nervously looked down at the ground and began thinking over things before I looked at him. "Yes. Understood."

"Good," he said and he turned to leave. "Oh and to the left of the sitting room is your bathroom. I'm sure you'll find it equally as impressive as the rest of your living space."

"Alright."

"Then. I will leave you," he said and he continued on towards the exit.

I watched him leave before I ran back to the bed and jumped on it. I squealed. This was sure going to be an interesting six months.

 

Please forgive my late update! I originally had it finished for Tuesday but I accidental deleted it and I was too lazy to re write it :c but here it is. Yay!