The Truths Behind the Life of Maeve Sun Lively

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I THINK I SHOULDN'T HAVE been so surprised that we weren't having some kind of meeting dinner in public. I mean, what would people say when they see their sweetheart actor, Cameron Li, with two nobodies? May or may not make headlines, but certainly it would raise some kind of questions and awareness that I was pretty sure the spoiled guy wouldn't like.

We went at midnight, sneaked in the huge apartment Cameron Li owned. Or, one apartment out of the many other grand ones he and his family owned.

I knew about him. He was kind of like a sweetheart of China's, in the acting business since he was a little boy was what I knew. The kind of guy that you would at least have heard his name a few times if you lived in China, just that famous. His father owned some company, and his mother was some '90s actress who sold big money; therefore also the reason he got to and began acting as a child. He was basically born with a privilege I both envied and loathed.

The virus was gone but me and Mason wrapped ourselves with masks and garments. And I knew it wasn't very likely, but I wished to see Klarise.

To the very top floor of the apartment, right below the penthouse, we reached a wide wooden door and when Mason knocked, it immediately opened.

Everyone all think the first time I met Cameron Li was on the film set for that famous Chinese drama we acted in together, but this was the actual first time I met him. Four years before that show happened, I stood, next to Mason, a ball of mess before him.

Online pictures and words about his looks did not lie, he really was good looking. He stood at about 5'11", broad shoulders towering over us. His hair was such a deep, dark, black, that under the fluorescent light it was reflecting a flashing glow. The comb over hairstyle, a little longer to the tip of the ear was like the blacked hair version of Leonardo Dicaprio from that titanic movie. He had some sharp features, face of a god probably if you were going for a fangirl, lips not too thin or full, a tall but not too big forehead, and he had a small mole near the left side of his cheek which somehow made his whole face even more strikingly attractive. His jaw was angular and clean-shaven, eyes as dark as the shadows created in silhouettes, and yet angled partly but also big in a way to be visually pleasing. He was tall yet thin, but in a good way of thin. It's the perfect amount of muscles for an entitled actor like him, not too big enough to be called "too tough" but also not so small to be called "wimpy"; in which so you can really just call him the sweetheart. You could tell he must've had some real gym trainers spend hours with him to perfect just the right amount of muscles on those arms, legs, and the abs that I was seeing through the thin white tank top he was wearing. He grinned when his eyes landed on Mason, completely ignoring my presence, his dimples deepened acutely on both sides of his cheeks, flawlessly symmetrical and proportioned, the small mole being swallowed into the holing of the smiling indentation. And the first thing that came to my mind was, it's not summer, the weather is cold, put some goddamn clothes on. I already didn't like him.

"Mason," his voice wasn't as deep as the one over on the phone, but exactly a gratifying, somehow also both manly and caring voice, that was shown on the many films he was in. The way he said Mason's name, two simple syllables, was like no other way. As hateful as I was, as much as I scorned myself to admit it, I knew that he was the right guy for Mason. The way he was looking at him, the way those dark eyes glittered in reflection of us, I couldn't deny my best friend his right to love this man.

Next to my sideview, I could see the never-ending grin playing on Mason's face. "Cam."

They had what this seemed to be ceaseless eye-talking, and secretly I was jealous. Who wouldn't be?

"Ahem." My voice came out small, and I did feel small with their love being broadcasted in front of my face.

Cameron's eyes finally left Mason's half-falling-of-starstruck-love face and he gave me a one second up and down look, not so much caressingly. "Right, you must be Maeve, let's talk inside."