CHAPTER 13

natasha bedingfield is cracking me up. a mosquito planning its attack. who knows what chap 13 is about? and the guy who natasha ends out with is hot. AHH. wish someone like him served ME coffee. haha. MOSQUITO IS ATTACKING!
posted 4/18
it's now the 23rd and the mosquito is no longer attacking me. BUT JOHN LEGEND IS IN MY HEAD. AIYA!
posted 30th april
im taking a damn long time to write this no?
Chapter 13 Awards, anyone?
Jason was worrying. As much as he tried to bring himself back the present, his mind just kept straying to what the reporter had said. He kept wondering what Amber was thinking right now. Was she okay with it or was she tossing it around her mind? Jason wanted to turn to her and apologise and make sure she was alright. But if she had forgotten it, doing such a thing would only remind her. So the best thing to do was shut up. And worry.

Hands gripping on the arm rest, Jason was putting in much effort to listen to the presenters. He didn't know that they were giving out the award for Best Male Actor and that one of the presenters was a very well-dressed Kaine.

But his mind told him to clap along as the crowd around him applauded loudly and he did. Then someone nudged him and shouted into his ear. Then more nudging and shouting... and and a hand shake?

"What the-"

All eyes were on him now. Not in anger but in a sort of creepy smiling congratulations way. His legs forced him to stand. Then he looked to his side and Amber was giving him a go-up-there look.

"What?"

But his feet were already moving. And his hands were shaking the hands that grabbed it. And his lips were smiling to complete strangers. Thankfully, the rest of his body had realised what happened because his mind was way behind.

Then the pieces were falling together to form a big picture. Okay not really. He merely realised he had won a Golden Globe which was a big thing already and by the time this thought settled in he was on stage being held in a tight embrace by Kaine.

"Good job, mate. I better win something to make us even." He whispered. Then Kaine winked and walked to the side leaving Jason holding the award and staring blankly at the black microphone in front of his mouth.

Many times Jason had found the microphone funny looking because it was so small and black and sort of furry and it reminds him of weird things and bunnies. He stared at it for awhile then looked up and almost died from the lights shining in his eyes.

ARGH! Don't look there.

He turned his attention to the people at the fourth row. Then he saw Amber. She was smiling at him. So he smiled.

Concentrate Jason. Get your freak on.

Jason almost laughed out loud but forced himself to retained composure.

"I just want to say... I have no idea what happened."

A murmured laugh from the crowd.

"No, seriously. I didn't know. Okay I admit I wasn't really paying attention but something happened earlier that kind of well, never mind. ANYWAY... I just want to thank God. Because without him I would not be here. You would not be here. No one would be here. Also I wanna thank all my friends, family, the crew," He took a quick look down at the Golden Globe. It read: Best Male Actor.

Best Male Actor. Wait, what movie it again? Oh yes!

"And also thank to Gregory, a good director makes a good movie and a good movie helps me win awards."

It was more a than just a murmur now. Jason was gaining confidence. He wrecked his mind for people to thank and after doing that, made a final word and walked off stage. Behind him was Kaine and the female presenter, holding hands. As soon as they were away from the sight of millions upon millions, Kaine let go of her hand and rushed up to Jason.

He ruffled his best friend's hair only to find that it was full of gel and conveniently wiped it off Jason's tux. Then he smiled and gave him a pat on the back and exclaimed, "CONGRATS JASON MUH MANNN."

Jason smiled and thanked him and they hugged for a second. "Well," Said Jason, taking a breath, "I really didn't expect this."

"But it happened."

"Yeaa."

"Yea."

The two men stood in silence, with cheesy smiles pasted on their faces. Then some stage manager guy came out with a lot of gadgets attached miraculously on his head. He called Kaine and Jason and directed them back to their seats so they could continue watching the awards show.

As soon as Jason reached his seat, Amber stretched her hands out and gave him a big hug. Perfume wafted into his nose; The sweet scent of vanilla. They held each other for awhile (Jason had lost track of time) before she drew back and gave him a smile and a pat on the back. Then they settled into their seats and watched the performing rock group. Some band named Fall Out Boy.

4 hours later, Jason was back in his limosine. Amber was beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was tired, it was obvious. Her eyes were closed but she smiled slightly, her hands wrapped around his arm. His other arm was wrapped around four boxes with items Jason was very proud of.

Best Male Lead, Best Male Supporting Actor, Best Male Actor in a Drama Series, Best Series...

Kaine had joked that if Jason did music and directing he would have to write speeches for all of the awards.

"I'm surprised! I thought I was going to get more than you but I guess you won..." Kaine had said. He had taken away 2 awards.

"Well I guess that makes the both of us even."

"You owe me a beer, dude."

Now it was close to midnight. Jason had left Kaine at the after party (after much arguing) worried that he might get all drunk and do something to land himself in jail. Other than that he was feeling positively elated. It was a good night. He had altogether forgotten about the run in with rude reporter. The night sky danced with stars and fatigue was getting to Jason. Knowing Lance would wake him when they got to Amber's house, he relaxed and shut his eyes.

Back in some club, the celebrities were partying. Seated in a corner, stiring and staring at his martini was Kaine, all alone. Usually he was on the floor, dancing with all the girls and trying to get them home with him but as he reminded himself every second, he was a long-term relationship man now. So alone with a martini was the right thing to do.

Once in a while one of those hot socialites came up to him to ask for a dance. But he smiled and, along with some flattering lines, refused. The disco music made its way into Kaine's ears but he ignored it. He took another sip of martini. And another. And another.

Then leaving the glass there, walked out of the club and pulled out his cell phone.

"Hello? Jenn? We... need to talk. Or at least I have to tell you something."


im ending it here. chap 13 is short. and i was running 0ut of wat to write for it. SO YA. sorry ppl that its not up to standard. but at least its here. i took such a long time(i took a month i think). haha. AIYO. ok. i needa go mug/play guitar. byebye. thanks for reading PLS COMMENT.