Childhood Bestfriends with Hollywood's Golden Boy

whos back in Town?

Chapter 1

"OMG! OMG! OMG! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! HE'S HERE!" 

Barbie no#1 squealed

"OMG! NO WAY!" Barbie no#2 screamed

"YES WAY!" Barbie no#1 shrieked

I cringed listening to their scream-a-conversation; turning up the volume of my I pod, praying the sweet chords of muse would drown out the girls behind me in the very long morning queue in Starbucks. And by the way they are the type of girls who, when they screamed 'OMG!' they do it phonetically - spelling it out like five-year olds. Urghhh!

If this was about whom I thought this was about, I was going to endure about ten more minutes of mindless screaming until I eventually got to the counter. 

My mum had told me that he might be back soon from location yesterday - of course I knew this already- he'd told me two weeks ago himself when he would be arriving back at LAX.

"HE'S HERE! OMG! WE COULD TOTALLY BUMP IN TO HIM ANY MOMENT!! HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW POSTERS?? TOTALLY OMG RIGHT?" Barbie no#1 just wont give up!

"YEAH, AND DID YOU SEE THAT ARTICLE IN VANITY FAIR?! HE SAID HE LIKES BRUNETTE GIRLS AND HE'S ALLERGIC TO PEANUT BUTTER!!!"  

Barbie no#2 screeched

And the scream -a - thon continued ... Urghhh Muse wasn't drowning them out!

God I think what I hated the most out of the whole thing was that they talk about him- well scream actually- like he's an object not a real person.

I smiled to myself about the peanut butter comment cause when we were five we were playing at his Gran's house and she made us both peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - within minutes his skin got so itchy and red his mum had to practically smother him in savlon. I chuckled at the memory of him standing in Spiderman boxers in the kitchen smothered in savlon like a little snowman!

This was the same guy they where practically having nervous breakdowns over.

I felt my converse tap on the floor impatiently. Why couldn't they just stop? It's seven in the freaking morning and I haven't got my morning tea yet!

"OMG HE'S SO GORGEOUS! I LOVE HIM!" Barbie no# 1 screamed.

Urghhh. Love him? They don't even know him!!!!!

I sighed and turned around, popping my earphones off, " Will you please be quiet. He's not that amazing. He's just a guy." I said frustrated.

The girls looked at me like I'd been blasphemous.

"OMG! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" Barbie no#1 squealed.

Very easily seeing as it's the truth I thought to myself, taking a deep breath.

"NOT AMAZING?! HES PERFECT!" Barbie no#1 continued screaming at me, now whipping out her hot pink diamante encrusted blackberry - EEWWW- and shoved her wallpaper picture in my face.

His familiar bright blue eyes, flecked with hazel stared back at me, his sand colored hair was mussed to perfection and he was topless. Whatever jeans he was wearing were incredibly low, revealing those stomach-hip muscle line thingies of his that all his fans seemed to love so much. His whole torso looked like someone had smothered it in some kind of oil, making his six-pack shine slightly as he stared, almost glared back at me from the phone. It looked like some sort of army style photo shoot cause he had a dog tag chain on.

These were the kinds of pictures I studiously avoided my eyes ever coming into contact with. Looking at your childhood best friend aka : Americas new sex god , with their shirt off , covered in some sort of grease hit my list of creepily disturbing sights.

Yep , you heard correctly.

I, Isabella Marant, am best friends (and have been since childhood) with Aaron Fox, Hollywood's golden boy, labeled 'The New Brad Pitt', and the most coveted guy by teen and adult females all over the Northern Hemisphere - possibly the world.

Somehow, I am in the 0.5 percent of the population somehow immune.  

Though sometimes I feel like I'm the only one apart from his mum, Linda and my parents.

"Good god. Now you've put me off my breakfast muffin" I muttered under my breath as I stomped out of Starbucks and headed down the street towards my black convertible comet with it's lovely red leather lining.  

I had originally gotten the car as a fix-er upper and with Aarons help we had got it running just before he left.

As I slid into the drivers seat, starting up the engine, I couldn't help but smile as I turned on the radio to hear the presenter announce;

" And it looks like Aaron Fox is finally back from filming on location in Australia and back in LA! So to all LA guys listening, hold onto your girls... "