Acting was her passion. It always had been, since she was acting in third grade, school plays.
So, Parker was pretty happy when she found she was moving to Hollywood. Once she was there, it ate her up. She was nearly addicted to the spotlight at age nineteen.
She craved the attention. She was a party girl, notorious for her platinum-blonde hair and trendy clothes. She had an entourage who followed her everywhere, and equally-famous "media friends." She was a bigger media whore than Lindsay and three Paris'.
Parker had become relatively empty. The only way she was able to portray any real emotion was on screen, with a camera rolling and people grinning because of her glowing talent. Everywhere she went, she carried the same perfectly composed, expressionless face. She hadn't smiled since she got of the plane at LAX.
Three years later, on this particular night, she was at another hip, Hollywood party.
On the other side of the room, there were two guys. They were dressed casual, but had just enough in their outfits to be distinguished as someone who belonged at the party. Peter and Patrick.
One of the boys caught Parker's eye, so she made her way across the room to chat up the two rockers. Long legs padding across the floor were quickly halted when a certain Ashlee Simpson got to the boy first. They weren't exactly best friends, and constantly battling eachother for the spotlight. Parker remembered the headlines:
Parker Rivers vs. Ashlee Simpson, Calling all Cameras: Media Battle at it's Finest!
However, the second boy seemed distressed enough to be stuck hearing their incessant giggles. Parker concluded that there was no harm in talking to him.
"Hi," he said, as soon as he confirmed that she was there to talk to him.
"Hi, I'm Parker Rivers."
"I know."
"How?"
"Was that sarcasm?" He laughed. Everyone knew who she was.
"I guess," she said, still holding her expression. It was hard, though. There was something about this boy that was different.
"You're... not as bitchy as you seem in the magazines."
She almost lost composure. Did he compliment her? "You are one of the first people I've met here who hasn't kissed my ass. But... do you actually read those things?"
"You get bored when you're on tour," he shrugged.
Parker was sure she was about to loose her three-year, trained attitude when she was nearly knocked over by a certian, clumsy poser.
"Asslee," she sneered. Her attitude did a complete 360.
"Oh, hey, Pork-er."
Parker glared for about a minute, until Pete whirled around from his other conversation and pulled Ashley away to dance. Patrick didn't break eye contact from the floor.
"I never got your name," she muttered. He looked up.
"Patrick."
"Hey, Patrick?" She asked, voice innocent and oh-so very unlike her.
"Yeah, Parker?"
"Do you want to leave, and maybe go get something to eat?"
"I'd love to," he agreed. He extended his arm, and she took his hand, linking fingers with him.
Did Parker Rivers just smile? Yep, she did. All because of a boy named Patrick Stump. That boy sure was different.
'Cause the fame is blinding my eyes -->
Thanks, buddy. Now... blah, blah, blah. You know the drill.
Or do you? Hmm.
