There's a Fine Line COMPLETE
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Singers/Bands/Musicians › Robbie Williams
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
1,416
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Robbie Williams. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Rob was late. He had a big interview with Rolling Stone Magazine. This was probably going to be his big break in America. It was going to be a 4 page article with pictures and an in depth interview. He threw on his jacket and got into the car and his driver immediately began to drive to the Four Seasons, where he had to meet Shannon Carter, the reporter for the magazine.
He got there and was brought to the table, where Shannon was already waiting.
"Sorry I'm late." He apologized.
"It was only a few minutes. Mick Jagger once kept me waiting almost four hours." Shannon said to him. She was probably in her 40s. Tall, blonde hair with a warm smile.
'I'll just turn on the Robbie charm and I will be a big hit in America.' He thought to himself. He sat down and they ordered some lunch and chatted while they waited for their food. Shannon took out a cigarette and searched through her purse for her lighter.
"Where is the stupid thing?" She muttered.
"Here I got it." Rob said as he reached into his jacket pocket, his usual spot for his lighter. But his hand encountered something else. Wet and slimey.
"What the..??" He asked pulling it out of his pocket. It was a condom. And it looked used. There was a thick white substance in it.
"Oh my God." Shannon said with disgust.
"Jesus Christ!" Rob said wrapping it in a napkin, and then running to the bathroom where he washed his hands for 5 minutes with hot water. When he got back, Shannon was putting on her coat.
"Look Rob, let's meet up next week, at the photo shoot. Okay?"
"Shannon, I don't know how that got there. Its not mine." He said. Shannon just looked at him with a disgusted look and said good-bye.
"Shit." Rob muttered before he dropped a few bills on the table and walked to his car.
Lex was sitting on the front steps when he got home.
"How was lunch?" She asked with a smirk.
"You fucking bitch! You put a God damned used condom in my pocket! You are crazier than I thought." Rob said, forgetting all about his not letting her get him rule.
"Oh relax. It was powdered coffee creamer with some water." Lex said standing up and heading for the doors. But Rob wasn't letting her off that easilly.
"This was my big chance. Now she will probably write a really shitty article about me." Rob said following her. Lex ignored him and walked into her bedroom and sat on her bed, picking up the current issue of Rolling Stone. Rob knew she had that magazine just to torment him further. He was silent and then he left her room.
"That was easy." Lex said to herself. She was still reading when she felt something cold land on her.
"What the fuck?" She screamed. Rob was standing beside her bed with a bucket that was now empty. And she was covered in a wet combination of mud and fertilizer.
"We still aren't even." Rob said as he left her there stunned sitting in horse shit.
He got there and was brought to the table, where Shannon was already waiting.
"Sorry I'm late." He apologized.
"It was only a few minutes. Mick Jagger once kept me waiting almost four hours." Shannon said to him. She was probably in her 40s. Tall, blonde hair with a warm smile.
'I'll just turn on the Robbie charm and I will be a big hit in America.' He thought to himself. He sat down and they ordered some lunch and chatted while they waited for their food. Shannon took out a cigarette and searched through her purse for her lighter.
"Where is the stupid thing?" She muttered.
"Here I got it." Rob said as he reached into his jacket pocket, his usual spot for his lighter. But his hand encountered something else. Wet and slimey.
"What the..??" He asked pulling it out of his pocket. It was a condom. And it looked used. There was a thick white substance in it.
"Oh my God." Shannon said with disgust.
"Jesus Christ!" Rob said wrapping it in a napkin, and then running to the bathroom where he washed his hands for 5 minutes with hot water. When he got back, Shannon was putting on her coat.
"Look Rob, let's meet up next week, at the photo shoot. Okay?"
"Shannon, I don't know how that got there. Its not mine." He said. Shannon just looked at him with a disgusted look and said good-bye.
"Shit." Rob muttered before he dropped a few bills on the table and walked to his car.
Lex was sitting on the front steps when he got home.
"How was lunch?" She asked with a smirk.
"You fucking bitch! You put a God damned used condom in my pocket! You are crazier than I thought." Rob said, forgetting all about his not letting her get him rule.
"Oh relax. It was powdered coffee creamer with some water." Lex said standing up and heading for the doors. But Rob wasn't letting her off that easilly.
"This was my big chance. Now she will probably write a really shitty article about me." Rob said following her. Lex ignored him and walked into her bedroom and sat on her bed, picking up the current issue of Rolling Stone. Rob knew she had that magazine just to torment him further. He was silent and then he left her room.
"That was easy." Lex said to herself. She was still reading when she felt something cold land on her.
"What the fuck?" She screamed. Rob was standing beside her bed with a bucket that was now empty. And she was covered in a wet combination of mud and fertilizer.
"We still aren't even." Rob said as he left her there stunned sitting in horse shit.