Chapter 1: The First Meeting
Following her employer -- Ginger Sands -- a host on 'Celebrity Ramblings', a show about Hollywood scandals and gossip , Paige took notes. "Paige, I want Yon-Pierre Caron for my manicurist, not one of his underlings and Hector Pedro for my hair, no exceptions," commanded Paige's beautiful boss. Ms. Sands had blonde medium length styled hair and tan skin, she was tall and lean, but not the brightest light on the Christmas tree. "Yes, Ms. Sands," answered Paige, "You're on in five with Nolan Carson, you're supposed to ask about his newest movie, based on the book, 'Unlikely Killer' and the producer says he doesn't want you to flirt with this one."
"Thanks, Paige, you're such a dear," she said patting her assistant's head, "Oh, and could you get me a low-fat cappuccino and a fat free doughnut from that little café down the street, thanks," said Ginger going to her seat before the camera. In front of her sat the tall Nolan Carson with his silky, chin length, sandy-blonde hair that fell perfectly in place after he ran his hand through it.
Paige quickly strode down the Hollywood street to the café to fulfill her employer's order. An elderly Italian lady greeted her as she came in, "Good afternoon, Paige, the usual?"
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Angelino." She sat down on a stool at the counter to wait on the order. She twisted one of her long, dark brown, braided pigtails around her finger, and then tossed it away from her face. Paige Matthews had been coming here everyday for the past two years for Ginger, it had been three years since her arrival in this land of the stars. She had come here with her high school sweetheart, Justin Kelly, who had come there for his dream of stardom, was soon consumed by that dream and hi s relationship with his girlfriend fizzled out.
Mrs. Angelino came and looked into Paige's tired hazel eyes that were partially covered by the glasses she wore, "Paige, dear, this job is running you haggard. You are young yet, you don't need this kind of job, to go around being at that woman's beck and call. Go get a good job, or I can give you a job here." The little Italian woman smiled, "Every day you come here, every day you sit there, and every day you look more and more wearisome. You need to quit, perhaps even settle down or go to college."
"I don't have the money to go to college, my parents didn't even want me to follow Justin here, and they took all the money from my college fund to prove it. So now I am the rich Atlanta-born twenty year old who got cut off by her parents and now works as a personal assistant to Ginger Sands, America's newest blonde bombshell. And besides there isn't a guy who ever looks twice in my direction."
"I could fix you up with my son Tony."
"No, thank you, but I'm sure his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that."
"But that girls such a little whore, I would much rather see him settled down with a girl like you."
"Thanks," she said grabbing the order, "I'll see you tomorrow."
She greeted everyone by name, from security guard to camera man, at the studio. She went quickly to Ginger's dressing room and gave her the doughnut and low fat cappuccino. "I don't know how I can live without you, Paige. You know what I want before I do, but I'm sorry to say this," Ginger took a sip of her hot, foamy drink, "I'm going to have to let you go. I am so sorry for such short notice," she reached out to touch her employee's hand, "It's just that I need someone cheaper and you're just to valuable to dock you're pay." The blonde woman took another sip and looked at Paige, "You need not to report to work tomorrow I already have someone lined up for the job. But before you go I need you to get me Nolan, I want to show him the real 'Celebrity Ramblings'"
Nolan sat in the guest dressing room talking with his manager, George Russom, about the premier of his new movie. "I don't want to go to the premier," explained Nolan playing solitaire.
"We go through this every time you do a movie," commented his tall, dark and handsome manager with his smooth British accent.
"It's sort of embarrassing to watch yourself on screen, commenting to yourself, 'You should've done this or that'."
"It isn't my fault you chose this line of work, if you don't like it maybe you should think about quitting."
"That's not a bad idea. Then I could retire peacefully in my California villa."
George slapped his hand to his head, "That's not what I meant. And somehow I very much doubt that you could even dream about retiring peacefully. You would probably have some crazed fan chained to your porch in the nude."
"A female fan I hope," said Nolan before getting up to answer the knock at the door. George rolled his eyes and started going over the next days schedule.
Thinking it would be some more flowers or champagne from the producer he casually opened the door and began to direct the package to be set on the table. But then when he opened the door he saw a five foot, three inch, curvy woman, with long brown hair and deep hazel eyes hidden by glasses. She wasn't dressed very stylish but he assumed her to be one of his freakishly loyal fans. "I'll see all fans tomorrow at the press conference."
She smirked and rolled her eyes, "I'm not a fan, I'm here to inform you that Ms. Sands wants to see you," she started to walk away, "I know this probably won't bother you in the least but she is gonna try to seduce you for a publicity stunt. Just thought I would give you fair warning." The woman left leaving him to go to Ginger's room.
Her room was filled with the scent of lilacs, Nolan noticed as he entered the door she had opened for him. Ginger was dressed in a sheer, red robe and she led him to the couch and began to kiss him forcefully. Nolan pulled away and got off the sofa. "What's wrong?" asked Ginger.
"This," he said motioning between them, "I don't even like you."
"So, but you still want me, right?"
"No."
"Are you saying I'm ugly?" sniveled Ginger.
"No, I'm saying I need to go." And he walked out the room before she could follow but he heard he yell, "Where are you going?" He smiled, 'Away from you,' he thought.
Nolan found himself outside the studio when he finally stopped walking. He looked around to study his surroundings and saw a girl talking to the security guard. It was her, wasn't it? The one who said she wasn't a fan? Hey, what did she mean by that? "Hey you!" he called from a distance. She looked away from the chubby guard. They both walked towards each other meeting somewhere in the middle. Taking a sip from the coffee he had grabbed before leaving the building, "Thanks for the heads up."
"You're welcome. I see you made it out alive."
"Very much so, it was very nice for the heads up from someone who's not a fan," he took another sip, "I mean how can you not be a fan of me."
"It's sorta like not being a fan of pain."
"So I take it I'm a pain to look at."
"Could be."
"Do you ever give straight answers?"
"I don't know, do I?" she asked purposely annoying him.
Now he was getting frustrated.
"I gotta be going, now." She turned on her heel and took a step dropping her purse. Nolan, being the gentleman that he is, stooped to help the woman. She was first to grab it but coming up she hit his coffee which spilled all over his white shirt.
She gasped as he cursed, "Damn it, woman. I knew you were infuriating but I didn't think you were a klutz."
"It's not my fault you were in my way. And besides you probably have tons of shirts, why worry about this one."
"I have an interview in the next ten minutes."
"That's not my fault."
"I don't suppose your looks are either."
"What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Besides looking like a complete nerd, I couldn't guess."
She bit her lip before she could say anything she might regret causing her to make a low growl and she stormed off.
Paige made her way down the street for the third time that day, she walked in the familiar café and plopped down at the counter. Mrs. Angelino inquired, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, but that job you talked about wouldn't happen to still be available, would it?"
A smile appeared on the elder woman's face, "You quit?"
"No, actually I was fired, but what does it matter I'm got out of that job forever."
"Good, you can start Monday."
Paige ordered coffee and asked, "Mrs. Angelino, how would you like to go shopping for the new me tomorrow?"
"What time?"
Paige smiled and sipped her drink and conversed with the elder woman.
Hey thanks for reading but this is only the beginning of Paige-ing Nolan. Please stick with me the next chapter might be a little dull but it's necessary. It takes place six months later. I shouldn't give away a lot of details so I won't but please review and look me up Sunday or Monday for the new chapter.
Following her employer -- Ginger Sands -- a host on 'Celebrity Ramblings', a show about Hollywood scandals and gossip , Paige took notes. "Paige, I want Yon-Pierre Caron for my manicurist, not one of his underlings and Hector Pedro for my hair, no exceptions," commanded Paige's beautiful boss. Ms. Sands had blonde medium length styled hair and tan skin, she was tall and lean, but not the brightest light on the Christmas tree. "Yes, Ms. Sands," answered Paige, "You're on in five with Nolan Carson, you're supposed to ask about his newest movie, based on the book, 'Unlikely Killer' and the producer says he doesn't want you to flirt with this one."
"Thanks, Paige, you're such a dear," she said patting her assistant's head, "Oh, and could you get me a low-fat cappuccino and a fat free doughnut from that little café down the street, thanks," said Ginger going to her seat before the camera. In front of her sat the tall Nolan Carson with his silky, chin length, sandy-blonde hair that fell perfectly in place after he ran his hand through it.
Paige quickly strode down the Hollywood street to the café to fulfill her employer's order. An elderly Italian lady greeted her as she came in, "Good afternoon, Paige, the usual?"
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Angelino." She sat down on a stool at the counter to wait on the order. She twisted one of her long, dark brown, braided pigtails around her finger, and then tossed it away from her face. Paige Matthews had been coming here everyday for the past two years for Ginger, it had been three years since her arrival in this land of the stars. She had come here with her high school sweetheart, Justin Kelly, who had come there for his dream of stardom, was soon consumed by that dream and hi s relationship with his girlfriend fizzled out.
Mrs. Angelino came and looked into Paige's tired hazel eyes that were partially covered by the glasses she wore, "Paige, dear, this job is running you haggard. You are young yet, you don't need this kind of job, to go around being at that woman's beck and call. Go get a good job, or I can give you a job here." The little Italian woman smiled, "Every day you come here, every day you sit there, and every day you look more and more wearisome. You need to quit, perhaps even settle down or go to college."
"I don't have the money to go to college, my parents didn't even want me to follow Justin here, and they took all the money from my college fund to prove it. So now I am the rich Atlanta-born twenty year old who got cut off by her parents and now works as a personal assistant to Ginger Sands, America's newest blonde bombshell. And besides there isn't a guy who ever looks twice in my direction."
"I could fix you up with my son Tony."
"No, thank you, but I'm sure his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that."
"But that girls such a little whore, I would much rather see him settled down with a girl like you."
"Thanks," she said grabbing the order, "I'll see you tomorrow."
She greeted everyone by name, from security guard to camera man, at the studio. She went quickly to Ginger's dressing room and gave her the doughnut and low fat cappuccino. "I don't know how I can live without you, Paige. You know what I want before I do, but I'm sorry to say this," Ginger took a sip of her hot, foamy drink, "I'm going to have to let you go. I am so sorry for such short notice," she reached out to touch her employee's hand, "It's just that I need someone cheaper and you're just to valuable to dock you're pay." The blonde woman took another sip and looked at Paige, "You need not to report to work tomorrow I already have someone lined up for the job. But before you go I need you to get me Nolan, I want to show him the real 'Celebrity Ramblings'"
Nolan sat in the guest dressing room talking with his manager, George Russom, about the premier of his new movie. "I don't want to go to the premier," explained Nolan playing solitaire.
"We go through this every time you do a movie," commented his tall, dark and handsome manager with his smooth British accent.
"It's sort of embarrassing to watch yourself on screen, commenting to yourself, 'You should've done this or that'."
"It isn't my fault you chose this line of work, if you don't like it maybe you should think about quitting."
"That's not a bad idea. Then I could retire peacefully in my California villa."
George slapped his hand to his head, "That's not what I meant. And somehow I very much doubt that you could even dream about retiring peacefully. You would probably have some crazed fan chained to your porch in the nude."
"A female fan I hope," said Nolan before getting up to answer the knock at the door. George rolled his eyes and started going over the next days schedule.
Thinking it would be some more flowers or champagne from the producer he casually opened the door and began to direct the package to be set on the table. But then when he opened the door he saw a five foot, three inch, curvy woman, with long brown hair and deep hazel eyes hidden by glasses. She wasn't dressed very stylish but he assumed her to be one of his freakishly loyal fans. "I'll see all fans tomorrow at the press conference."
She smirked and rolled her eyes, "I'm not a fan, I'm here to inform you that Ms. Sands wants to see you," she started to walk away, "I know this probably won't bother you in the least but she is gonna try to seduce you for a publicity stunt. Just thought I would give you fair warning." The woman left leaving him to go to Ginger's room.
Her room was filled with the scent of lilacs, Nolan noticed as he entered the door she had opened for him. Ginger was dressed in a sheer, red robe and she led him to the couch and began to kiss him forcefully. Nolan pulled away and got off the sofa. "What's wrong?" asked Ginger.
"This," he said motioning between them, "I don't even like you."
"So, but you still want me, right?"
"No."
"Are you saying I'm ugly?" sniveled Ginger.
"No, I'm saying I need to go." And he walked out the room before she could follow but he heard he yell, "Where are you going?" He smiled, 'Away from you,' he thought.
Nolan found himself outside the studio when he finally stopped walking. He looked around to study his surroundings and saw a girl talking to the security guard. It was her, wasn't it? The one who said she wasn't a fan? Hey, what did she mean by that? "Hey you!" he called from a distance. She looked away from the chubby guard. They both walked towards each other meeting somewhere in the middle. Taking a sip from the coffee he had grabbed before leaving the building, "Thanks for the heads up."
"You're welcome. I see you made it out alive."
"Very much so, it was very nice for the heads up from someone who's not a fan," he took another sip, "I mean how can you not be a fan of me."
"It's sorta like not being a fan of pain."
"So I take it I'm a pain to look at."
"Could be."
"Do you ever give straight answers?"
"I don't know, do I?" she asked purposely annoying him.
Now he was getting frustrated.
"I gotta be going, now." She turned on her heel and took a step dropping her purse. Nolan, being the gentleman that he is, stooped to help the woman. She was first to grab it but coming up she hit his coffee which spilled all over his white shirt.
She gasped as he cursed, "Damn it, woman. I knew you were infuriating but I didn't think you were a klutz."
"It's not my fault you were in my way. And besides you probably have tons of shirts, why worry about this one."
"I have an interview in the next ten minutes."
"That's not my fault."
"I don't suppose your looks are either."
"What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Besides looking like a complete nerd, I couldn't guess."
She bit her lip before she could say anything she might regret causing her to make a low growl and she stormed off.
Paige made her way down the street for the third time that day, she walked in the familiar café and plopped down at the counter. Mrs. Angelino inquired, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, but that job you talked about wouldn't happen to still be available, would it?"
A smile appeared on the elder woman's face, "You quit?"
"No, actually I was fired, but what does it matter I'm got out of that job forever."
"Good, you can start Monday."
Paige ordered coffee and asked, "Mrs. Angelino, how would you like to go shopping for the new me tomorrow?"
"What time?"
Paige smiled and sipped her drink and conversed with the elder woman.
Hey thanks for reading but this is only the beginning of Paige-ing Nolan. Please stick with me the next chapter might be a little dull but it's necessary. It takes place six months later. I shouldn't give away a lot of details so I won't but please review and look me up Sunday or Monday for the new chapter.