True Beginnings: While in Toronto

To all of you who don’t know the Duchess Avari, she is a normally, ridiculously innocent Canadian actor and a good friend of mine who wrote While in Toronto. Embarrassed that she’d written a fan fic while she was drunk, she asked me to take on the torch and write her ideas for her. This is actually the second part of While in Toronto...more good stuff to come when I’ve got some time and she’s not filming...

Per her own disclaimer: We do not know anyone in here depicted. This is not for profit or industrial gain. The fiction disclosed, herein, is for entertainment purposes only.

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Interesting, indeed.

Truth be told, it started out great. Here I was...young, new and on the edge of something. There he was, young, established, and just over the brink...

He found me an agent in the US...and I became his most trusted friend on all accounts. I'd worked for him on a W shoot; picking up a James Dean theme I figured he’d love. At the end of it all, it was the picture with Marisa Miller that saved the day.

I’d surfed with her a few times in Malibu when my girlfriend, Kaity, was busy sleeping with Jerry Cantrell. When I’d asked Marisa to pose with Hayden, she’d giggly accepted, asking when I would next be able to grab a board and surf with her again. Nothing X rated had happened between us, but I’d filed the experience away, in the event I’d feel for a woman at some point.

I think she might have wanted me more than him. This was all my own speculation, of course, but that’s how it looked from my point of view. A point of view that I found to be ridiculously skewed. The kind of point of view that, in the end, could grow to love his family and him.
It would be so easy to say that Hayden and I found happiness ever after...

We didn’t.

It was more the guys than the girls...in all honesty. Nothing like walking in on your lover getting treated to an ass pounding by another rather attractive brunette...

Male brunette, clearly...Trevor Blumas, but who was counting? This was Hollywood, after all. It wasn’t about preference, it was about conquest.

How many times had he said that?

Riiight...like fucking a guy was totally the same thing. As if it wasn’t enough to worry about every hott blonde chick that walked by on the street. Add all males to the mix. Who wouldn’t want to play that game?

Me.

Then again, after he wrapped on Star Wars, nothing was the same. He’d been the same bratty, skinny kid some of my friends had claimed he was. I never expected any of it. The boy who stood before me now, was not the same man that I had fallen in love with in Toronto months before.

Alcohol or not, I was pissed when I confronted him. “One question hade...why? Why me? Why did I make the cut of cute women you’d actually sleep with?”

“Issy, don’t make this about you. This isn’t about you. I like boys and girls. You should know that.”

I held on to every shred of my own pride. “Boys maybe...” I looked into the blue eyes that had rocked me to my core, that day, so long ago. “Why me?” I repeated, tired of all the crap and bullshit. “Why then?

He shrugged, hard and cold features flashing at me. “Everyone wanted you. I was drunk enough to take the challenge.”

“And every time since?” I asked, honestly wanting to know...unfortunately for me.

“You were a nice distraction.”

“For a gay man?” I suggested, mad enough to mean it.

“Yeah, Issy... You’re the type of girl a gay man loves to fall for. You pretend better than most.”

I threw an angry glare at him. “No girl likes finding out she’s a beard. I hope at the end of the day, this is what you want Hade, ‘cause it’s over for us. The Ringer is out in a few months and then I’ll have my own, legitimate, fame. I won’t be Isabella, Hayden’s girlfriend. I’ll be Isabella Parker, costar of Johnny Knoxville and Katherine Heigl. And you, my friend, after Angels & Virgins is done with you, will find yourself alone and talentless.”

“Nice, Issy, nice. Now, be a sweet girl and tell me how you really feel.”

I stood up, off the red micro-suede couch we’d bought together, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. “I feel like, while in Toronto, I should have looked out for losers like you.”

“Isabella, no matter what you do or become, I will never be a loser for you. I’ll always be that guy you wanted...The guy you could never have.”

At that I laughed. A pure laugh, really, because I knew far more than he ever could suspect. “I saw you with your first boy three months ago now. Again...that was your first. Do you honestly think I’d never been with another?”

Hayden sneered at me...actually sneered, thick lip up, perfect teeth exposed. “I guess the question now is, is your boy cuter than mine?”

“Brendan Fehr,” I murmured offhandedly.

For the first time in the four months we’d known each other, he scowled at me. ‘Fuck you, Issy.”

“Oh, honey,” I smiled, “Trust me, I get it from a much better source now.”

...to be continued....