Jennifer Love Hewitt drove through the backwoods of Massachusetts on her way to the classy resort Julia Roberts had told her about. Canyon Ranch or something similar was the name and Love had just finished filming a scene off her newest movie and decided to see if Julia was right about the resort.
However, Love would have to find the place first. She had been driving for almost an hour now and maybe a total of five houses the entire time.
“Screw it, this is insane I have got to get directions.”
Love sighted a truck pulling into a driveway and decided to see if they’d have directions. It was almost 1 a.m., so she was hoping they wouldn’t be too angry, but she had to take a chance.
She drove up the driveway a minute after the truck and the driver, now outside looked puzzled at the car driving up. Love got out of her car and walked up to the young man.
“Hi, I hate to bother you this late, but uh, well I'm lost. I'm looking for this little resort and…”
“You’re Jennifer Love Hewitt.”
“Uh yeah I am.” Love replied sheepishly.
“Holy shit. Wow…this is like unbelievable. I'm talking to Jennifer Love Hewitt in my driveway!”
The young man chuckled and Love smiled. She then noticed he was wearing a movie theatre uniform and was actually very good looking, despite looking no more than 18.
“So, do you think you can help me get directions?”
“Oh yeah, we can just use my computer in the house, and come on in, we won’t wake anyone up, my family just left on vacation, but I stayed cause I couldn’t get out of work.”
“Yeah, the movie I'm filming is taking a week-long break, it’s nice. Sorry you couldn’t get your vacation.”
“Ah it’s fine, I like the quiet. Very rare in this house. Oh, I'm Marc by the way.” Marc opened the door to the house with his key and welcome Love inside.
The house was small but quaint and Marc led her downstairs to his room. He sighed with relief that he had cleaned it up the other day and he led her to his computer. He logged on and realized that his current wallpaper was that of Love herself.
His smile was sheepish, but she grinned, she looked so sexy in that picture, and this young stud looked at it all the time.
“So, you have any more pictures of me on here?” She asked with a mischievous smile. Teenage guys with computers always meant porn.
“I…uhhh…yeah I do. You’re like one of my favorite actresses and you’re gorgeous so yeah, I love looking at you.” He was blushing like crazy.
“Open up the folder with all my pictures, I want to see them.”
“Ok, but there’s some fake pictures in there too…no one of them look all that good.” He was still blushing and she leaned in close to him, she sniffed the air curiously.