Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I'd love to hear some feedback as per usual. My e-Mail is in my profile. This author would like to thank: TNP, Thee_Disciple and DarkLord Z for always being able to proof read my crap.
Bryan Cameron smiled awkwardly as a camera flashed in front of him. It wasn't The Oscars but it was an award. Bryan lived his life in the glamorous world of an ice cream truck driver. He had been awarded the award for 'Best Ice Cream Delivery', it wasn't the most notable achievement but it beat working in an office.
The reporter asked him a few questions as Bryan answered nonchalantly.
"Now that you've won this award what would you like to do next?" He asked as he flipped open a notepad and started to jot down his answer.
"Well, I'd love to take Megan Fox out on a date!" Bryan said jokingly as the reporter laughed and took down his answer.
"Well this will be in the paper soon. I'm sure it will come out great!"
Bryan and the photographer parted ways, smiling to himself he walked home. The weather in New York was terrible as the heavens opened and rain started to pour. The rain started to tear down against the colorful skyline of New York. Bryan threw a few quarters into a local newsvendor to grab a paper, shielding himself from the rain.
Meanwhile in Los Angeles...
Megan looked out of her apartment surveying all of Hollywood, clad in only a pair of lacy panties and a bra, her manager was on the phone reading out news involving her.
"Oh, and an ice cream vendor in New York said he wanted to take you on a date."
"An ice cream vendor? How did he get into the news?" Megan asked as she twisted the string next to the window, shutting the blinds.
"He won an award and was asked what he wanted to do. Take you out on a date was his answer." Her manager said as Megan walked up to the counter her phone rested on.
"Really... I've wanted to go to NYC for a while now... Think you could arrange it?"
"Sure sweetie. You've got time off any way. Want me to book the flight now?"
"Yes please. Call me once it's done." Megan said as she hovered her right index finger over the 'Disconnect' button.
"Sure, I'll talk to you soon Megan." Anne said as the two ladies exchanged their goodbyes and hung up their phones.
'Time to get laid, girl!' Megan said to herself as she walked into her main bedroom to dress for the day.
Back in New York...
Bryan closed the door to his apartment and took a few steps inside the hall way. Bending down on one knee, Bryan grabbed the mail, quickly sifting through it, he found what wasn't junk and walked into the front room reading the mail. A few bills but that was it. Looking at his phone he saw there was a blinking red light indicating a message. Pressing the button the sound of Anne's office filled the air.
"Hi, I'm calling for Bryan Cameron. This is Anne Holloway, I'm a representative for Miss Megan Fox. Miss Fox would like to meet you, if you could call me back on 867-5309 we can arrange something. Thanks." Then the sound of a disconnected line filled the air.
"Oh shit." Bryan said aloud. One of the most desirable women on the planet wanted to meet with him.
Picking up the plastic receiver, Bryan nervously stabbed at the dial, punching in the number that had been read out. There were several rings before the same woman's voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Ah, hi. This is Bryan Cameron you left a message on my machine?" Bryan said, trying to keep his tone steady.
"Oh, hi! Yeah, so Miss Fox is looking to come down for the coming weekend. Would you be able to meet her?"
Fighting to keep control of his hands, Bryan kept the phone in his hand and spoke again. "Sure... The uhh... Saturday?"
"Yeah. She'll be flying into JFK airport where she will be met by a tour guide. She'll be staying at the Hilton. Can you pick her up for 12 o'clock?" Anne asked.
"Sure. The Hilton at 12 on Saturday." Bryan repeated, confirming the details.
"Great. Thanks a lot!" With that Anne hung up the phone.
Bryan jumped on the spot and punched the air. A date with mother fuckin' Megan Fox! He practically pranced over to his calendar hanging on the wall and circled the up and coming Saturday with a big black marker.
The next few days sailed past as Bryan dreamed about meeting Megan Fox. Business was good mercifully, allowing Bryan to buy a decent enough dinner jacket and some smart pants for his date.
Amid the usual cursing at other drivers and general scumbags on the road, Bryan had to circle the block several times, waiting for a space to come available. On what seemed to be the fifteenth trip, Bryan saw that a guest was leaving. Using every trick outside of a flux capacitator, he scooted inside the space swearing at everyone who swore at him.
He sat at the wheel and calmed down, he sat outside the Hilton for at least five minutes as he struggled to drum up the courage to go in and find her. Tapping his fingers on his car's steering wheel in an uneasy rhythm, Bryan checked his rear view mirror not entirely sure what he was looking for.
Sighing, Bryan twisted the key in the ignition and pulled the key from the slot. Stepping out of his car, Bryan slammed the door shut and locked it. Walking onto the sidewalk, Bryan looked up at the large opening and decided to step up to the large doorway. Stopping, Bryan looked over his shoulder and saw a vendor. Smiling, he stepped back down and made his way across the street.
Walking up to the vendor, he fished into his pocket and pulled out a note. Passing it to the vendor, he selected some a large bunch of violets. Smiling, he took a long sniff of the flowers and smiled. Thanking the young girl, Bryan head back across the road and into the Hilton. Walking up to the reception desk, as requested Bryan would ask for Megan by her Transformers character. Seeing a young blonde girl behind the desk busy in paper work, Bryan smiled and cleared his throat to indicate he was there.
"Hi, I'm here for Miss Barnes." Bryan said, referring to Megan's character in Transformers. The receptionist nodded, barely acknowledging him. She punched in a number and was quiet for a moment as the call went through.
"Miss Barnes? Your gentleman caller is here." There was a brief pause. "Yes Ma'am. Yes, I understand. Thank you." She placed the receiver down and went back to the paper work. "She'll be down soon. You can have a seat if you'd like." The receptionist said flatly.
Nodding, Bryan walked over to the seats and sat down. Keeping the violets still as he waited patiently. Minutes, that seemed like hours, passed as Bryan waited for Megan to make her first, grand appearance.
