So I have one of those story prompt journals that you can get at Barnes and Noble and I am trying to get in the habit of actually using it. I find it's a good exercise to do to get in the habit of writing more, working the creative muscles if you will, and I'm excited to share some of it here for thoughts and feedback. I'd also love to know what you'd have written for each prompt because I'm fascinated by the ways different people approach the same idea.
So, without any further rambling...
This is Creative Fiction Prompt #1: A superfan becomes their idol's assistant.
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So when a friend of a friend knew someone who worked as his assistant, news travelled quickly to me when said assistant quit. I should have asked why. Instead I had asked for his agent's number so I could apply for the position. Stupid Brenna making stupid choices like always.
Because even though Austin Moore is hot like the sun, all golden muscles and scruffy beard, he is also a tremendous asshole. And now I’m stuck with him, personal assistant to a Hollywood jackass who won’t even let me actually assist him with anything. It’s been two weeks and I’ve almost walked out of the job at least three times. Three times of being so raging mad that it’s a miracle I didn’t shove a one of my heels in his stupid, handsome face.
But then I remember all the bills that had been stacking up during my brief stint of unemployment, bills that I had been using my credit card to pay, and well, here I am. Money rules the world and the credit card company doesn’t care that my boss is a dick or that my old job laid me off for filing a sexual harassment complaint against my supervisor.
The only upside to the whole gig is that the pay is amazing. Maybe Austin knows he’s awful and that’s why he pays so well. Or maybe he has no concept of money at all.
“You have an interview with People at ten,” I say as the man in question stalks across the penthouse, clearly gym ready. I try not to stare at his arms and definitely don’t think about what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. It should be illegal to be that attractive if you have the attitude of an angry wasp.
“That interview is tomorrow,” he says, still moving towards the door and not so much as sparing me a glance. I resist the urge to throw my planner at the back of his head.
“Nope,” I reply, dropping the planner loudly on the table in front of me instead. “It’s today. A car will be here to pick you up in an hour.”
He turns sharply and pins me with one of his menacing stares, wielding his icy blue eyes like daggers. That look had been intimidating for a few days but now it just sends a shot of heat through my body, much to my annoyance. A lock of dark hair hangs loose over his brow and I’m torn between wanting to sweep it off his face and yank it really hard until he yelps in pain. It’s confusing and just makes me more irritated.
“Check the calendar yourself if you want,” I continue, “but it’s not going to be my fault if you walk out the door right now and miss it.”
“It’s just an interview.”
“An interview that Helen has already had to reschedule twice.”
Helen is Austin’s agent and has been for years and he doesn’t make things easy for her. I have no idea how she puts up with him. I get the sense that they’ve known each other a long time but I would hope he would at least treat his friends better.
Neither of us says anything for a long moment, me scrolling through my Twitter feed and trying to act nonchalant, him staring at the wall behind me like it insulted his mother.
“I’m going to change,” he says finally, stalking back the way he came.
“Hallelujah,” I mutter, sagging back into my seat now that the standoff is over.
“I heard that!” he yells from halfway up the stairs.
I can’t help the grin that crosses my face. “Good!”
The only upside to the whole gig is that the pay is amazing. Maybe Austin knows he’s awful and that’s why he pays so well. Or maybe he has no concept of money at all.
“You have an interview with People at ten,” I say as the man in question stalks across the penthouse, clearly gym ready. I try not to stare at his arms and definitely don’t think about what it would be like to have them wrapped around me. It should be illegal to be that attractive if you have the attitude of an angry wasp.
“That interview is tomorrow,” he says, still moving towards the door and not so much as sparing me a glance. I resist the urge to throw my planner at the back of his head.
“Nope,” I reply, dropping the planner loudly on the table in front of me instead. “It’s today. A car will be here to pick you up in an hour.”
He turns sharply and pins me with one of his menacing stares, wielding his icy blue eyes like daggers. That look had been intimidating for a few days but now it just sends a shot of heat through my body, much to my annoyance. A lock of dark hair hangs loose over his brow and I’m torn between wanting to sweep it off his face and yank it really hard until he yelps in pain. It’s confusing and just makes me more irritated.
“Check the calendar yourself if you want,” I continue, “but it’s not going to be my fault if you walk out the door right now and miss it.”
“It’s just an interview.”
“An interview that Helen has already had to reschedule twice.”
Helen is Austin’s agent and has been for years and he doesn’t make things easy for her. I have no idea how she puts up with him. I get the sense that they’ve known each other a long time but I would hope he would at least treat his friends better.
Neither of us says anything for a long moment, me scrolling through my Twitter feed and trying to act nonchalant, him staring at the wall behind me like it insulted his mother.
“I’m going to change,” he says finally, stalking back the way he came.
“Hallelujah,” I mutter, sagging back into my seat now that the standoff is over.
“I heard that!” he yells from halfway up the stairs.
I can’t help the grin that crosses my face. “Good!”
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