Description: A fanfiction based on the actor Toby Hemingway. Multi-chapter fiction, rated M for sexual content and language. (Excerpt from story) “You’re cute when you’re drunk.” His heavy breathing against my neck was setting my skin on fire. My vision is blurred, but I can still make out his perfect blue eyes. “You’re cute when I’m drunk too.” Somehow I don’t think that was much of a compliment.

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I don’t know why I came here to L.A. California. I guess maybe it was to reinvent myself. But did I really need to come this far away from home? It was an understatement to say that it was a hasty move on my part to leave behind my hometown along with everyone I ever knew. Bleh. Although my reasons are still debatable, I am happy that I came. The last five days have been the best in my entire life. But then again maybe that’s not saying much; after all I’m only twenty years old.

All my life I lived in little New Jersey. Born and raised. Not that it was a bad place to live or anything. It was just… I’m looking for more. More excitement I guess. For a twenty year old I really lacked in the ‘enthusiasm’ department. It was kind of pathetic to admit, but my own grandmother knew how to party harder than me. I’m not that vain that I would base a life changing such as this on my partying ability. No. This move was something I wanted to find.

Sigh.

Is it so bad to want something more? To want more than what you have, to want more than you can have. It wasn’t bad; it was just delusion.

Maybe it was the thick Latin blood in me but I wanted to find love. I was the sore thumb who was still single out of all my friends. It was not something I would normally mind; however, after a while it does get lonely sitting at home on a Friday night while your friends are out on dates. But finding a guy was easier said than done. The boys I knew were just not my type – physically or mentally. There was something more I was looking for in a mate and honestly so far I hadn’t found it.

But before I could get too caught up in the search for Mr. Right there was one thing I needed more. A job. Looking over to the alarm clock on my nightstand I notice that it is getting close to noon. It was getting late and I knew I had to get up from bed. Again, that is easier said than done. In one fast movement, I sat up on my bed and tried to rub away the sleepiness from my eyes. Needless to say that never works.

Staring blankly ahead, I noticed my reflection in the full-length mirror hanging from the wall. At least I don’t have to do my hair. I stayed up late last night straightening it out; otherwise I would have a giant curly ball of fluff right now. Thank god I picked out my clothes last night or else that would be more time wasting away. I stand up and grab my clothes from my beanie bag.

As I walk out of my bedroom I notice all the lights are on. Weird. Usually all the lights are off unless someone is in that specific room. Whatever, I have bigger things to stress about. Standing only a few feet away from the bathroom, I hear someone knocking on the door and the bell ringing. Oh well, too bad for whoever it is. Besides I’m sure Autumn can just get up and answer that.

“Can you get that?” Autumn yells out from the inside of her bedroom down the hall. So much for that idea.

Autumn is my roommate and my very first L.A. friend. Actually we talked for months on myspace and when I told her I was moving she immediately wanted us to be roommates. That was just the push I needed at the time since I was basically coming here blind. That’s right I was actually moving from across the country with no place to live or job lined up. Stupid much? Yeah I know.

Anyway thanks to Autumn my living arrangement was taken care of. All I needed now was a job, which I am currently going to an interview for. That is if I ever manage to get changed on time. I put down my things on the nearby table and walk over to the door. I don’t bother asking who it is before opening it. I figure Autumn must be expecting someone.

Opening the door, I felt my heart come to a complete stop. A gorgeous blond haired, blue-eyed boy was leaning against the frame of the door. He looked amazing, from the dimple on his cheek to his incredibly muscled arms. Not to mention the boy was very tall - I’ve always had a thing for tall boys.

I noticed his face slightly fall when I opened the door, as if he was expecting it to be someone else. I waited for him to say something but nothing came out. He just kept staring at me and I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his gaze. Noticing his eyes leave my face and scan over my body I realized he must be looking at my attire. I was still only in my white tank top and pajama shorts. I could feel myself slightly blush when I noticed him smiling. Damn that dimple of his.

“Who are you?” He asked me in the cutest accent I have ever heard. It sounds British.

Taken by back his question, I cocked an eyebrow at him. Even though the accent sounded cute, the tone of his voice didn’t. It was as if I had somehow annoyed him by opening the door. Suddenly the excitement I felt when I first saw him went plummeting down.

It was the story of my life.

Gorgeous Guy = Asshole Personality

I placed a hand on my hip and, on default, rolled my dark eyes at him. “You’re the one who knocked, so shouldn’t I be asking that question.” I wasn’t trying to be cute or flirty. Nope, I was using the same annoyed tone he used on me.

His mouth opened to answer me, but he froze on the spot. Those blue eyes were now looking past me instead of at me. I could hear faint footsteps from the living room become louder with each move. Autumn was approaching where we both stood by the door, which answered the question of what he was looking at.

“Who is it?” I heard Autumn ask from what appeared now to be the living room.

“Some arrogant blond guy.” I said, smiling when I saw his expression flinch at my words. I felt Autumn coming up behind and before I could even ask if she knew him, she let out a high pitch squeal and ran past me.

“Toby!” she yelled and jumped on the boy as she held him in a tight embrace. I’m going to take a wild guess and say she knows him.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him into the apartment and towards the couch where she began babbling. I guessed they hadn’t seen each other in awhile by the way they were talking. Closing the still open door, I let out a sigh. I’d wish she had told me she was going to invite someone over. That way I wouldn’t have opened the door half naked.

I didn’t bother waiting to be introduced. I grabbed my things off the table and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

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The shower wasn’t nearly as long as my body wished it had been. There is nothing better than a long hot shower to ease the troubled mind. Too bad I didn’t get that. Autumn used up all the hot water and I only had about ten minutes to shower. Today was definitely shaping up be one of those days. Stepping out from the bathroom, I quickly gave myself a one over in the hallway mirror. Black slacks and brown blouse – I was fully in business mode and ready to begin another day of job hunting.

Oh happy day.

Someone pinch me please and let me wake up with a job. Heh. Too bad I couldn’t put excessive sarcasm user on my resume. That would certainly catch more attention than what was really written on my resume. You’d think a grad student with a degree in Business Management would have more opportunities knocking on her. Unfortunately there were over hundreds of other grad students with my exact qualifications. Or worse yet, they had better ones.

No time to be a pessimist though. Nope I had to look at the full half of that glass. I had too much ground to cover and being in emo mode would only slow me down. Well. Having to travel in the bus throughout the city all day wasn’t exactly a mood lifter either.

Why did I move to this city again?

Oh yeah, I wanted more.

Pfft.

So far the only thing ‘more’ I was getting were migraines.

I briefly wondered if that blond dude was still here. If he was I needed to get out of here before Autumn –

“Jessie!”

- spotted me.

Rewind and erase. I’ve been spotted.

Autumn squealed, as she practically pounced on me and started pulling me over to the couch. Sitting on the couch was none other than mister blond man himself. Joy. “I want you to meet a very good friend of mine, this is Toby.”

No introduction was needed. I knew exactly whom this blond blue-eyed boy was sitting on my couch. The realization hit me a few minutes ago whilst I was in midst of my shower. Toby Hemingway: an up and coming actor. How do I know this? My favorite movie of all time was none other the movie where he made his featured debut. And obtained hundreds of hormonal driven crazy fan girls in the process. But oh no, I’m not going to let him know that I know who he is. No way. The boy is walking sex and he knows it. There was no need for me to inflate his ego any more than it probably already is.

Still. There isn’t an exact need for me to be rude to him either, no matter how much the little devil on my shoulder was telling me to be. “Hi.” I said offering a meek smile in his direction. I was polite and it didn’t kill me – go figure.

This was the first time I got a real good look at Toby and I mean a really good look. Sure I saw him in the movie and minutes ago at the door, but somehow I failed to truly take notice. Oh geez. This boy has it; he’s definitely the jaw-dropping kind of guy you get an orgasm just by staring at. Blond tousled hair, thin sensual lips, and the strong jaw topped off by an adorable dimple on his right cheek. It was mesmerizing. There was a Greek god sitting on my couch and amazingly enough I was drooling at the sight of him. I didn’t even get a chance to turn away when his eyes suddenly stared into mine. The second that his eyes looked into mine the spell over me was completely broken.

Toby didn’t say anything but he did slightly nod his head in acknowledgement to my greeting. I was kind of relieved that he didn’t speak – I don’t think I can handle that accent of his without a blush. Even though I was trying to look anywhere but his eyes I couldn’t help but be drawn into them. And there he was staring at me with those ‘too good to be true’ blue eyes of his. A slight flutter ran up my arms, forming a series of goose bumps.

This is so not good; I need to get out of here before I make a fool out of myself. Quickly turning around, I grab my purse from the hanger by the door. “Nice to meet you Toby. See you later Autumn.” The words came out a jumbled mess as I grabbed my sneakers and bent down to slip them on.

“You’re going job hunting?” Autumn asked me, she sounded kind of surprised that I was leaving. Did she expect me to stick around because of him? Whatever. I nodded and resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I tied the laces on my sneakers.

“You’re wearing sneakers.”

This time it was Toby who spoke, but I don’t think it was really a question. It was more like a statement to himself than to me. The expression on his pretty face told me he was bemused by the fact that I had on business attire with sneakers. Well in all honesty, I guess it did look kind of funny. But it was a logical choice considering the fact that I had a lot of walking ahead of me. Besides I had a pair of high-heeled shoes in my bag to slip on right before interviews.

I knew he wasn’t trying to be rude by his question, but my defenses were already on high alert. Not wanting my temper to flare, I bit my bottom lip and held back the urge to snap. I needed to find a job today or else I would be on pins and needles until I did.

I shrugged my shoulders as a response to his question and waved at both of them before walking out the door. It was a long day ahead and it was time to get started.