Hollywood Ending? Part 8
At the age of 15 Jason Donowitz went to Hollywood to pursue his dreams at acting, leaving behind his friends, family, and his first love. 5 years later and Jason now 'JD' has become a teen heart-throb and house-hold name. Pursued by screaming fans and casting directors alike he seems to have left his old life behind..........until a chance encounter changes everything.
JASON'S POV:
"What?......Why?" I stared at her in disbelief, I couldn't believe she had turned me down.
"Because I don't trust myself with you, I can't let myself fall back in love with you , or even let myself like you, when I know that you're just going to break my heart all over again."
Then she turned around and walked away, leaving me to wallow in my disappointment and confusion.
EMMA'S POV:
It had to be one of the hardest things I've ever done; to look at Jason and know that he wanted a second chance, but at the same time knowing that it could never happen, not in the way that I wanted. Briefly an image flashed before me; Jason and I happy and laughing like we used to, a private moment, the image swam before me and it changed to one of me sitting at home waiting for Jason, while he was out at a movie premier or Hollywood party. I wouldn't let myself fall back into the trap of loving him, I can't survive having my heart broken again.
1 Week Later
JASON'S POV:
"So, JD what's like to land the lead role in the most anticipated movie of the year?"
The red carpet equals glitz, glamor, and a whole lot of nosy reporters.
"Well......it's a great opportunity, one that I'm really excited to have, and I can't wait until we start filming."
I spoke as though on auto pilot, ever since Emma had walked away from me, from us I hadn't been able to concentrate on anything except why I couldn't shake the empty feeling inside me that told me I should have fought for her and I didn't. I just let her walk away.
"Speaking of which, is there any truth to the rumor that you're involved with the famous socialite Annabelle Rochelle?"
I groaned internally, why could no-one understand that just because everyone thinks that she is so perfect she really isn't. She just wants me for the publicity and as a trophy boyfriend.
"No, there isn't. Annabelle is a friend who I have known a long time, but we're not romantically involved at all."
"So there's no-one significant in your life right now?"
I opened my mouth to refuse and tell the nosy reporter that there was no-one significant in my life right now. But an image of Emma swam before my eyes;
"Actually, there is a girl I'm pretty crazy about." I saw the reporters eyes widen in interest, surprised that I had actually said something of interest. I could already for see Mack having a field day over this, but I had to make Emma see that I really want her.
"Really? Is she one of your co stars?" The reporter said eagerly, I could practically see the gossip mill in her head start to turn.
"No , I've known her since we were kids, we used to be together but....I screwed it up."
Her eyes got even wider.
"An old flame really? So you say that you want her back?"
I nodded "Emma is the most amazing person I've ever met, she's beautiful, and kind and caring, and makes me feel like the world just slips away when I'm with her." I held my breath, desperately praying that Emma was watching and by some miracle believed me.
"Wow, and how does she feel?"
"I honestly couldn't say, I just hope she's watching and believes me when I say; 'Emma I'm sorry and I don't want anyone other than you.' "
The reporter was still in shock, so I walked away and into the premier of some movie I couldn't care less about, I didn't even notice what was happening on the screen, my mind was filled with imaginations of what my confession would do to Emma.
EMMA'S POV:
My mind was in turmoil, I had been flicking the through the channels determined not to watch the Premier of that movie where I knew Jason would be. It failed, I had found myself turning to the channel and watching him. He looked amazing, all cool male elegance and charm. And then he had told the world that he wanted me.
ME. The hottest young actor in Hollywood who was adored by millions and had some of the world's most beautiful women practically laying down at his feet. And he told the world that he wanted me, I didn't know whether to dance with joy, or cry.
The idea that Jason and I could actually be together, and be happy like we used to, was the most beautiful idea in the world to me. I wanted him, and he wanted me. Was I willing to risk my heart again? Did I still love him?
I looked at the clock, the Premier would be over by now, I hadn't realized that I had been sitting here for two hours as the minutes slowly trickled by.
My mind made up , I grabbed my jacket and keys, and ran out of the apartment. The rain made no difference as I drove over to his house.
I parked the car and ran towards the house, I knocked on the door. No answer, I knocked again louder, praying that he could hear me over the heavy rain.
With a jerk the door opened, he stared at me, not saying a word. Needing no words between us, he hauled me against his chest and brought his lips down onto mine.
Heedless of whether the water across my cheeks was tears of joy or the rain. I tightened my arms around his neck, needing to be even closer, wanting to feel him across every line of my body, desperate to memorize everything and know everything I didn't. His arms circled my waist and ran across my back. I shivered, whether from cold or ecstasy I don't know, but it made him pause and pull back the slightest bit.
"Emma I -" I stopped him with my finger on his lips.
"Don't. Just kiss me." His lips came crashing back to mine without a moment's hesitation, in the next instance he had lifted me up into his arms without even breaking the kiss, and headed for the stairs.
He crossed the threshold of his bedroom and laid me down across his bed. I looked up at him in awe, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. My breath caught in my throat at the perfection of his chest and six pack, I felt him straddled my hips as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. In the next instant he had my shirt off and was running his hands down my neck and across my collarbone burning a trail of desire as his hands moved lower. I closed my eyes and put my head back, relishing every moment of his touch. His lips took over and were soon trailing along the curve of my breasts leaving a burning desire in their wake.
Desperate to make him feel the same, I rolled over until I was on top of him. Anticipation glittered in his eyes as I worshiped his chest with my lips and touch. He groaned as I kissed his stomach and moved even lower. I unbuckled his pants and drew them off, amazed at my own boldness. He law there in boxers and nothing else, as we simply stared at each other, he slowly moved his hands down to my jeans and drew them off my legs. He rolled me over until he was on top of me again, the light from the street lights and the rain made strange patterns across his skin. I slowly traced them across his arm and down his chest. He was beautiful.
He pulled me up slightly and drew off my underwear, feeling nervous I raised up slightly and took off my bra. His eyes hungrily took in the sight off me, I felt a hot blush creep up my neck, and belatedly tried to cover myself. He stopped me from covering my breasts with my arms.
"Don't. Don't hide from me, you're beautiful."
I kissed him with renewed enthusiasm as I helped him pull off his boxers. He looked at me once, silently asking. I just smiled a secret smile and kissed him, he returned the kiss with renewed vigor as he slowly slid into me. I felt no pain just a welcome fullness, it felt so right to have him here, he began to move slowly, and then faster. I felt the tension build, when I felt like I was about to scream then the elastic band snapped and pleasure burst through me at the same instant that he groaned and fell against me. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as he rolled off of me and pulled me close into the circle of his arms. He pulled the blanket over us and kissed my forehead as I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Just before I fell fast asleep I heard my thoughts spill over;
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"Always."
Content I fell asleep in the circle of his arms, feeling for the first time in 5 years like the world was perfect.
"What?......Why?" I stared at her in disbelief, I couldn't believe she had turned me down.
"Because I don't trust myself with you, I can't let myself fall back in love with you , or even let myself like you, when I know that you're just going to break my heart all over again."
Then she turned around and walked away, leaving me to wallow in my disappointment and confusion.
EMMA'S POV:
It had to be one of the hardest things I've ever done; to look at Jason and know that he wanted a second chance, but at the same time knowing that it could never happen, not in the way that I wanted. Briefly an image flashed before me; Jason and I happy and laughing like we used to, a private moment, the image swam before me and it changed to one of me sitting at home waiting for Jason, while he was out at a movie premier or Hollywood party. I wouldn't let myself fall back into the trap of loving him, I can't survive having my heart broken again.
1 Week Later
JASON'S POV:
"So, JD what's like to land the lead role in the most anticipated movie of the year?"
The red carpet equals glitz, glamor, and a whole lot of nosy reporters.
"Well......it's a great opportunity, one that I'm really excited to have, and I can't wait until we start filming."
I spoke as though on auto pilot, ever since Emma had walked away from me, from us I hadn't been able to concentrate on anything except why I couldn't shake the empty feeling inside me that told me I should have fought for her and I didn't. I just let her walk away.
"Speaking of which, is there any truth to the rumor that you're involved with the famous socialite Annabelle Rochelle?"
I groaned internally, why could no-one understand that just because everyone thinks that she is so perfect she really isn't. She just wants me for the publicity and as a trophy boyfriend.
"No, there isn't. Annabelle is a friend who I have known a long time, but we're not romantically involved at all."
"So there's no-one significant in your life right now?"
I opened my mouth to refuse and tell the nosy reporter that there was no-one significant in my life right now. But an image of Emma swam before my eyes;
"Actually, there is a girl I'm pretty crazy about." I saw the reporters eyes widen in interest, surprised that I had actually said something of interest. I could already for see Mack having a field day over this, but I had to make Emma see that I really want her.
"Really? Is she one of your co stars?" The reporter said eagerly, I could practically see the gossip mill in her head start to turn.
"No , I've known her since we were kids, we used to be together but....I screwed it up."
Her eyes got even wider.
"An old flame really? So you say that you want her back?"
I nodded "Emma is the most amazing person I've ever met, she's beautiful, and kind and caring, and makes me feel like the world just slips away when I'm with her." I held my breath, desperately praying that Emma was watching and by some miracle believed me.
"Wow, and how does she feel?"
"I honestly couldn't say, I just hope she's watching and believes me when I say; 'Emma I'm sorry and I don't want anyone other than you.' "
The reporter was still in shock, so I walked away and into the premier of some movie I couldn't care less about, I didn't even notice what was happening on the screen, my mind was filled with imaginations of what my confession would do to Emma.
EMMA'S POV:
My mind was in turmoil, I had been flicking the through the channels determined not to watch the Premier of that movie where I knew Jason would be. It failed, I had found myself turning to the channel and watching him. He looked amazing, all cool male elegance and charm. And then he had told the world that he wanted me.
ME. The hottest young actor in Hollywood who was adored by millions and had some of the world's most beautiful women practically laying down at his feet. And he told the world that he wanted me, I didn't know whether to dance with joy, or cry.
The idea that Jason and I could actually be together, and be happy like we used to, was the most beautiful idea in the world to me. I wanted him, and he wanted me. Was I willing to risk my heart again? Did I still love him?
I looked at the clock, the Premier would be over by now, I hadn't realized that I had been sitting here for two hours as the minutes slowly trickled by.
My mind made up , I grabbed my jacket and keys, and ran out of the apartment. The rain made no difference as I drove over to his house.
I parked the car and ran towards the house, I knocked on the door. No answer, I knocked again louder, praying that he could hear me over the heavy rain.
With a jerk the door opened, he stared at me, not saying a word. Needing no words between us, he hauled me against his chest and brought his lips down onto mine.
Heedless of whether the water across my cheeks was tears of joy or the rain. I tightened my arms around his neck, needing to be even closer, wanting to feel him across every line of my body, desperate to memorize everything and know everything I didn't. His arms circled my waist and ran across my back. I shivered, whether from cold or ecstasy I don't know, but it made him pause and pull back the slightest bit.
"Emma I -" I stopped him with my finger on his lips.
"Don't. Just kiss me." His lips came crashing back to mine without a moment's hesitation, in the next instance he had lifted me up into his arms without even breaking the kiss, and headed for the stairs.
He crossed the threshold of his bedroom and laid me down across his bed. I looked up at him in awe, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside. My breath caught in my throat at the perfection of his chest and six pack, I felt him straddled my hips as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. In the next instant he had my shirt off and was running his hands down my neck and across my collarbone burning a trail of desire as his hands moved lower. I closed my eyes and put my head back, relishing every moment of his touch. His lips took over and were soon trailing along the curve of my breasts leaving a burning desire in their wake.
Desperate to make him feel the same, I rolled over until I was on top of him. Anticipation glittered in his eyes as I worshiped his chest with my lips and touch. He groaned as I kissed his stomach and moved even lower. I unbuckled his pants and drew them off, amazed at my own boldness. He law there in boxers and nothing else, as we simply stared at each other, he slowly moved his hands down to my jeans and drew them off my legs. He rolled me over until he was on top of me again, the light from the street lights and the rain made strange patterns across his skin. I slowly traced them across his arm and down his chest. He was beautiful.
He pulled me up slightly and drew off my underwear, feeling nervous I raised up slightly and took off my bra. His eyes hungrily took in the sight off me, I felt a hot blush creep up my neck, and belatedly tried to cover myself. He stopped me from covering my breasts with my arms.
"Don't. Don't hide from me, you're beautiful."
I kissed him with renewed enthusiasm as I helped him pull off his boxers. He looked at me once, silently asking. I just smiled a secret smile and kissed him, he returned the kiss with renewed vigor as he slowly slid into me. I felt no pain just a welcome fullness, it felt so right to have him here, he began to move slowly, and then faster. I felt the tension build, when I felt like I was about to scream then the elastic band snapped and pleasure burst through me at the same instant that he groaned and fell against me. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as he rolled off of me and pulled me close into the circle of his arms. He pulled the blanket over us and kissed my forehead as I felt myself drifting off to sleep. Just before I fell fast asleep I heard my thoughts spill over;
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you be here when I wake up?"
"Always."
Content I fell asleep in the circle of his arms, feeling for the first time in 5 years like the world was perfect.
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