#ehrpstarters

stan had overdone it, he knew he had. working out for three weeks straight, doing full body workouts, core workouts and cardio was exhausting, but he was slowly starting to get the build he wanted. pushing his long hair back, the boy winced as he moved in his seat, looking at the person who sat beside him on the couch. “well so many open seats and you come near me. you must want something,” he teased, grabbing his drink and taking a sip. “tell me, have you finally realized how much you need me in your life?”

Robbie had lost who he had came with after the movie and he did really intend on finding them anyways. It wasn’t Darcy. It was just kinda someone he had met on the way in and they had agreed to sit together. He didn’t really get a chance to watch the movie because that person wouldn’t stop talking and so he wasn’t really upset that he had lost them. He headed straight to the after party as soon as the movie was over and headed over to the bar. He sat down and looked at the bartender. “A beer, please.” He started and then looked over at the person next to him. “How’d you like the movie?”

Applauds filled the room as Anastasia finished her speech. If they were real or only for show, she didn’t know nor care about. Her feet were aching and her hands were shaking and she was having trouble breathing in her tight dress but she was enjoying herself. Which was a surprise, because she hadn’t at first. The crowds, the cameras, the people. She'd been in the limelight for years, so she was used to it, but she’d been keeping out of the public eye for some months now so it all felt new again. She liked it. As she stepped off the stage, she managed to spot a familiar face in the crowd and ran to them, hooking her arm around said persons shoulders. “The hostess with the mostess, at your service.” she said cheerily, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “Enjoying yourself, I hope? If not, we can totally sneak into the possibly non-existent broom closet.” A playful smile sprayed across Ana’s lips.

The movie he just watched was enough to make his knuckles a little ashen, imperceptible under the glare of the lights in the after-party. The shakes in his hands made him feel unsteady, resentment rocking him to his core. How unfortunate it was to have his worst enemy memorialised in a representation that did her more justice than she deserved. Worse even was the fact that in his hurry to make quick and polite greetings, he’d lost sight of his date and anyone he could stomach talking to. Summoning whatever patience he had, he approached someone with their back turned. He fixed the sleeves of the flattering white blazer and cleared his throat to alert them to his presence. Painting a clever little smile on his face he added, “Could you point me into the right direction of the bar?”

The persistent flash of cameras in every corner of the attendees’ vision seemed less like glittering stars and more like hot stage lights, but it was something to bear and grin, and boy were there some thousand-watt smiles out there tonight. Jaxon Jameson of Voulez magazine attends himself, dressed to the nines in a flattering suit as he stands tall and proud in his spot by the red carpet, attended on by his camera man. As soon as he spotted someone/people worth speaking to, he waved his hand to alert the attention of his camera man and stepped forward, swinging his mic around in his hand as a smile graced his handsome face. “Hey there. It’s Jaxon J. Jameson from Voulez and I was wondering if you’d honour me with a quick interview. You look fantastic.”

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"You know, you really don’t have to keep coming here.” he stated as he sat on the couch, his leg up on the table as it rested. The cast on his left foot and right hand - since hurting them once he crashed into the car that hit him. It still surprised him, how the doctors kept on saying that it was a miracle he got out with the minor injuries he got out with. They said others in his situation would be worse off, and it made him wonder if that meant anything. “I’m fine really, you don’t have to keep burdening yourself over me.”