James Miles's Story

"I'm telling you, Claude. You have to go. This is an amazing way to get to relax." said, Chachi's rather.....different type of cousin, Xaiver. Chachi rolled her eyes and just continued to look at a few purses that caught her eye. "Ha! No, no. I--" Her younger cousin looked at her and interrupted. "English please sweetie, not all of us can be fluent in Spanish." She rolled hr eyes again and nodded. "Fine, I don't need to relax. I'm fine in Los Angeles with you, my mother and my freeloading cousins. Besides what will I gain from it. I mean, I'm all for getting to know new people but, really. Moving in with complete strangers? Come on, they could kill me for all I know." Xavier bumped his cousin in the shoulder and picked out a nice dog tag necklace and showed it to Chachi. "Oh my God, these is so cute. And if you don't get it girl, then I will. And, they're not going to kill you besides you can get away from the idea of and Andrew and Ja--" Chachi looked at him and covered his mouth. "Don't say that name, ok. Keep your mind on shopping, you're my fashion adviser for a reason. not my little gossip friend....ok you're both."

He chuckled and put the dog tags around his neck. "Alright, fine. Are you going to go or not because if you don't then I quit," Claudia nodded and smirked as they walked to the cashier as they pulled out their IDs seeing that they at least spent over a thousand dollars on accesories alone and he store asked for Ids for anything over 300 dollars. She grabbed out her credit card and paid for her boho looking ring. She was getting over another break up with someone he rather not talk about and honestly she just felt so dumb she needed to shop until she dropped. While her cousin paid for his, um bag. The young star looked at her outfit in the full lenth mirror in the store making sure everything was perfect. One wrong thing could end up on every magazine in America. Yeam that's exactly what she needed right before droping off the face of the public eye for a while. Her bet friend out his arm around her and put his head on her shoulder seeing he was only 5'3. Ready to go to the fashion capital of the world?" She nodded and chuckled. Maybe there was an upside.

Walking outside the door, she slipped her pink glasses on so that she wouldn't go blind from the camera flashes. All she could hear wer questions about her two relationships with the two people she hasn't spoken to in..... forever. Chachi, what happened between you and Andrew John?", Andrew John being her most curent ex-boyfriend. Chachi, what are your future projects, and the one question she didn't even feel like hearing, Chachi, are you seeing anyone?" She didn't answer. She couldn't help but smirk knowing that the only reason they didn't ask if Xavier was her boyfriend was because one, he was hold his own purse and two, she has been on the red carpet with him and his boyfriend. They know he's gay. Good thing or they would flip it around on her. They slipped in her car which was valeted and drove off. They didn't speak, Chachi was too nervous over leabing or no as they drove to her house. And once they got there, her cousin just had to alreay have her stuff all pack and right in front of the front door. "You're an ass. You know that?" Her friend nudged her and smiled. "I knew you were going to go and I being your fashion guru thought I'd just pack what I thought was cute. Because I love you that much."They started to get her many, many bags into her car taking up the trunk and back seats. She saw her mother running out holding something in her fragil hand. "Mom, stop running. You're going to give ourself a heart attack!" She said putting her hand on her mom's back as she looked at her in worry. "No seas estúpido. Yo estoy bien, tengo el corazón de un buey, mi pequeña princesa." Her mother said smilng at her daughter. Mamá, yo sé eso, pero por favor, más despacio. Her cousin looked completely lost with how fast they were speaking to each other. I get this for you,mi corzon." Her mom said putting a rosery around her neck, that used to belong to their great great grandmother which was passed down every generation. "Mom, you mean you got this for me. And, oh my God mommy, I love it!" She said hugging her mom who didn't want to let go.

"Mom, you have to let go so I can leave." She said getting out of her mother's surprising tight grip. Her mother put the necklace around her neck and smiled. Te quiero. Ser seguro, y por favor, trate de estar abierto a nuevas personas. She nodded and smiled. Honestly, this would be the frist time she left her family in months to go all the way across the country not counting for concerts. "I will." She hugged her mommy, not wanting to let go. She was 21 and still felt like crying when leave her parent. She walked to her car and drove off to the airport with her friend so he could take her car back home. About ten minutes later she was at LAX paying over 100 dollars for her luggage. "Damnit, Xav." She payed knowing if she didn't take anything her best friend would find her and kill her. She waved at Xavier as he drove off and the cameras started to come. She went insid just panicing over where to go.

Translations:
Do not be stupid. I'm fine, I have the heart of an ox, my little princess.

Mommy, I know that but please slow down.

I love you. Be safe, and please try to be open to new people.

Knocked out cold on the ground with a litter of beer bottles and cans all around him, that was a picture any paparazzi would be happy to take. Not that James frankly cared, it might be able to work considering his celebrity "bad boy" status, and he would let them if it weren't for certain people. He was completely out of his mind and that was the way he wanted to be right now, he needed to dumb his mind. As an alarm begins to sound the drunkard celebrity begins to rustle about, knocking a few bottles over in the process. James had a splitting head ache, if he didn't know better he would think his mind was about to explode. He reflected on the idea, "maybe it would feel good" he thought. Hungover and burn out James used all of his strength just to get up, stumbling a few times in the process, just to turn off that damn alarm. With the immediate threat of the alarm subdued James began to try and sleep off the hangover, much to the dismay that he couldn't. His mind was racing, reflecting the recent news he had received that Chachi was no longer with her new boyfriend, whatshisface. He had finally thought that she would be able to move on and be happy with someone, all for naught. "Guess I'll just have to wait a bit longer before I can die", he thought.

After a long shower in the hotel bathroom he was staying in James began to dress himself. Since he was going to be seen by the public he had to wear his persona's clothes, something that he had recently gotten use to. Got to give the world what they wanted, and they wanted a jackass bad boy, "well at least I'm not a Justin Beiber... I don't know how that guy does what he does." Slipping into a pair of black jeans, a black and white stripped long sleeve shirt, a black hoodie, and a pair of black sneakers, before leaving the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Now with a sandwich in hand James walked over to the television set and knocked it over, "party like a rock star". He than left the hotel room, giving the passing maid a massive tip before heading down into the lobby. As he the elevator descended he prepared for the paparazzi that he knew was going to be there, putting his shades on. "Time to give them a show." Upon the elevator doors opening James was bombarded with the flash of cameras and questions. "When was his band going to release their new album?", "Why am I in New York?", "Do I have a new girlfriend", and of course somebody always has to mention Chachi. Hungover and now pissed off James flung the rest of his sandwich at the man who asked him about Chachi. After surviving the onslaught of camera flashes and questions from the hotel lobby to his a cab waiting outside he finally got out of there. "Damn Paparazzi... sometimes it is good to just get away from it all." James Miles was going to disappear from the face of the earth for a while. He was one of the winners of a getaway in Manhattan New York, and he decided he was going to take it. "Would give me time to stop thinking about what the doctors say... and about her."



Standing in front of the place the Manhattan Apartment in which they would be living in James began to calm down. He could finally be away from all of the stress of being a celebrity and just lose himself in the company of a few random people. "Hope one of them doesn't turn out to be a serial killer... Actually that might be hilarious... but I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt for my own amusement... Would I?" Finally deciding that he would much rather not be killed James was directed towards the entrance by an elderly gentleman. With a beer bottle in James's hand the man began to tell him some of the household rules but James wasn't listening, he didn't care much for rules anyway. Once in front of the door to the apartment James decided that he would try and make a good first impression, kicking the door open was not the best option but it was what he could think to do in such a short amount of time. Once the door swung open, quite fast mind you, James noticed that there was a women behind the door who almost got her nose taken off from the door. "Guess it wasn't such a good idea", he thought. Looking at the her he said, "Name is James Miles, I'm guessing that you are another contestant..." Placing one of his arms around her shoulder, taking a swing from his bottle. "...Well, lets have some fun then." Walking away from her he flopped on the nearest couch he could find. "Yeah, this is going to be good."

"I think someone's at door, can you be a dahling and get it? I'll just grab us some champagne," Darren gave Lou a sweet smile and sashayed towards the massive apartment's wine bar. She was left to open the door for the first guest when it suddenly flew in front of her, almost hitting her in the face and caused her to curse really loud, "Whoa! What the fuck?!". And as if nothing happened the guy walked in and placed his arm around her obviously brought his own beer and threw his self in the couch.

She glared at him and crossed her arms across her chest. She just wished the team hadn't voted for this guy to be on the show but she can't tell him that. No one can know she was the mastermind behind all of this, especially Ian. She was about to give him a mouthful when Darren walked back in and a maid in tow. In a push tray cart are two bottles of Dom Perignon soaked in ice and several flute wine glasses. "Ahhh... I see that Mr. Miles has graced us with his presence," He coolly spoke and offered James a hand, a giant diamond ring on one of his fingers and polished nails on both hands.

She shook her head and tried to remain calm. So what if he's a rock star? This is her show. It's about everyone in it and not just him, She thought. So instead of introducing herself, she grabbed herself a glass and poured some champagne in it, downed it and poured another one. What did this guy have to be a jerk? He's not helping with the loud pounding of her heart while she waits for Ian, maybe she should hide first. Not very sure if Ian would like to be surprised and find her to be a part of it.

Ian found himself being awakened by a flight attendant tapping him on the shoulder. "Excuse me sir. We have arrived at our destination." Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he looked around to see the plane was empty. He stood, smiling sheepishly as he darted off the plane. Ian clutched his backpack to him, making sure it didn't fall. He warily picked up his luggage, still struggling to balance it. He encountered yet another man, this time he held a sign with his name on it. The man helped Ian with some bags, younger than the last man. The car pulled up to an amazing looking apartment. "So this is where Im living my dream, huh? Seems about right." He muttered, offering to take one of his heavy suitcases but the man refused, "Mr. Pratt, we will have your luggage delivered to your room." Ian shrugged, thanking the man, he hung onto his backpack as he walked to the door.

To his slight surprise, the door was already open, he knocked slightly as he entered anyways. "Hello, anyone here? You know I don't feel too secure with an open door, we should fix that, you know close it or something?" He had a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice, closing the door behind him. He turned back to the room, finding it was occupied by three people. Some guy on the couch, another guy trying to give that guy a handshake, and... who in the hell. "Lou?" He questioned disbelieving. "What are you doing here?" He questioned again, suddenly a look of realization crossed his face, "Oh I'm dreaming, that's it. This whole thing was a little bit of a dream come true anyways." Ian shook his head, putting his backpack down, its contents falling out. He paid no mind to it as he pinched his shoulder harshly, "Ow!" Ian rubbed his shoulder as he looked to Louella, all his worst memories flooding back, a look of hurt flooding his eyes. "Louella Hamilton... how great it is to see you again." He said sarcasticly, wanting to storm out but found himself stuck to the floor, looking at her.

Getting to the airport Chachi saw someone holding a sigh with her actual name of Claudia Gonzales-Torres on it. She shook his hand and smiled before asking him to help her with her many bags. As they made their way to the sleek black car waiting for her, she put the bags she was holding in the large trunk beore slipping in the back. When they started to drive off Chachi aybe got a little excited to be in New York. She never got the chance to come just to come and have fun it was always did with work. She looked as her window as they pulled up to an amazing apartment that stood out to her. It was so tall, of all the years in her life she has stayed in hotels, large houses, and her tiny house in Spain, but never an apartment. This would be interesting. The driver opened the door for her as she smiled and handed him a tip. She always tipped people who helped her no matter what they did for her. "Thank you, sir and can you help me bring my bags to the door? Por favor?" She had a sweet smile on her face as he sighed, knowing he couldn't say no to her when she rolled her R's. He nodded as he helped her with her bags up the steps. She knocked on the door and waited for a older looking woman opened the door with a smile. "Hello, ma'am. I'm here for the trip--I mean you probably already know that but, um, would it be possible if someone could maybe, possibly help me with my luggage? Please?" The woman just smiled and let her in, looking up at her. "Of course, Miss. Gonzales. We will take care of your.....luggage." She said looking at her bags behind her.

Chachi chuckled nervously before clearing her throat and walking farther inside. "I may just look around, no?" She had a raised eyebrow as she looked around the foyer and the three different bedroom doors. "Make yourself at home, a few others are already here." Chachi couldn't help but smile. She was excited not to be the frist person there. "Great thank you very much, I'll go meet them then." She said pointing to the nearest living area, where she was guessing they were. She fixed her hair and looked at her outfit in one of the mirrors. Knowing frist impressions were important and she hated having people who didn't like her, since she'd be living with them for a while. She smiled as she looked in her bag for some of her favorite lip gloss that smelled.... and tasted like rasberry. Don't judge, she learned how it tasted on the plane when she was hungry but didn't want to bother anyone. She put it back in her bag as she walked into the room with her hair in her face. "Hi, My name's Claudia but you can call me Chachi if you don't m--" When she looked up, who did she see on the couch? James? James Mile, what are you doing here?!" What can she say? She hadn't seen him in at least a year or so and here he was right in front of her. She was angry, she had pented up anger that she may or may not have let out into her music in a sweet way but, she still had a lot. She looked next to her to see a guy who was just as shocked as she was and a woman who looked just a bit older than her. Yet, her eyes kept returning to James.

As James lay on the couch, sipping occasionally from his bottle, he couldn't help but notice the scene unraveling before him. The newest contestant who arrived was a man, who was about in his mid twenties. His introduction was quite comical to say the least, it seems that he and the woman James first met, who's name is apparently Louella Hamilton, know each other somehow. Because of the way Ian was looking at Louella James couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Well isn't this interesting... What are the chances of two contestants knowing each other? Seriously what are the odds?" James couldn't help himself, a grin appeared on his face thinking about all of the possible relationships these two could have. Judging by the reaction of them both it wouldn't be to far out to say that their relationship, whatever it was, didn't end on good terms. Not really one to sit through the drama which was about to unfold James started to leave the room. "I think I should give you two some privacy. Considering the situation I rather not..." But before he could finish that sentence, who else would stop James dead in his tracks. "...Chachi?"

Claudia Gonzales-Torres, why did she have to come walking back into my life, he thought. Uncomfortable enough with the other two's situation James didn't want to have his own at the same time. Not wanting to start anything James quietly stared back at Claudia, trying to find the words to say to her. She must have a lot of questions still, we haven't scene each other for about a year and I still haven't given her a reason as to why I broke up with her. I couldn't tell her then and I can not tell her now. After a few moments of thought James addressed her saying, "What am I doing here? I am a contestant who won a getaway to Manhattan New York and I thought it would be good to just "get away" from that "life" for a while... So if you don't mind..." Turning his back to all of the ones in the room James took a final swig from his bottle, tossing the remains into a nearby trashcan. James walked away towards an elevator. "...I'm going to try to enjoy my stay here..." Entering the elevator as the door open. "Nice meeting you Ian and Louella, have a pleasant conversation... And good to see you again Chachi, congratulations on your last failing relationship, what was his name again... Andrew Jensen or something?" The elevators doors than shut, going up to the roof.

Heights seemed to calm James down, and that was something he really needed at this moment. He wasn't ready to see Claudia again, he doesn't know if he will ever be ready to see her again. But because of this they will be forced to be with each other for the time being. Not something James wanted. Looking out he saw the city landscape and the hustle and bustle of the street below. If I knew I had to deal with this I would've chosen to do that Europe tour... but it seems Lady Luck isn't on my side this time. Wanting nothing more than to disappear James leaned his back against the railing on the rooftop. "Yep... this will definitely be interesting..."

And just as Lou began to walk away from the living room, the front door opened up again and revealing the person she was half expecting and half nervous to see, Ian. He started babbling, just like in high school, doing silly things and even tried pinching his self to see if she was not an apparition and spoke, "Louella Hamilton... how great it is to see you again."

Her mouth gaped as she lost all strength in her, she almost dropped the flute glass on the floor if Darren haven't rescued her and held both her elbows from behind. He knew what was happening, he had an idea who the guy standing in front of them is. Darren didn't spoke a word but she knew he meant to comfort her. She tried to sniff back the tears that are forming in her eyes as she sense the sarcasm in his words, he stood there frozen like her.

"Ahhhh you must be Ian, one of the winners. We are still on the wait for 3 more people and then the briefing will come. Here, have some champ-," But even Darren get to finish his ice breaker a younger and hipper looking girl burst in the room, filled the room with energy that was somehow opposite of James' and was as surprised to see James as Ian was to her.

"Hi, My name's Claudia but you can call me Chachi if you don't m-- James? James Mile, what are you doing here?!" The girl who called herself Chachi exclaimed. Hopefully they haven't realized the pattern just yet but then she heard James make a sarcastic comments about the odds. She tried to look at Darren with a look as if saying "help me". He nodded and tried to enter the conversation between the other two contestants when James decided to leave the room. "Well, so much for welcoming people." Darren half complained about the drama, it was after all what he wanted in his documentary.

"Miss Gonzales, I think we've worked together before. You were in that kids show I produced years ago, aren't you?" He turned towards Chachi and tried to make a conversation. Leaving her under Ian's scrutinizing looks. She gulped and looked down on her peep toed shoes, as if the baby blue nail polish on her toes were the most interesting thing in the room. He still looked like that guy who's heart she broke. Everything was the same with him since she last saw him, even the hurt look in his eyes were still there. She raised her look again, he was still there.

She wanted to comfort him but knew that the years of pain formed a huge thick wall between them. It's just like being a wildlings of Game of Thrones, I can't just climb and destroy it. She smiled weakly about her nerdy thoughts, she then realized she was giving him the weak smile and was hoping he'd positively react to it. She's just a total klutz over boys since she never had one after Ian. Dates, about a million of them, usually dates her mother fixed or when Rupert flies in from London but not a single relationship since Ian and how she missed being held under the stars.

Looking at James, Claudia could feel her heart breaking once again. "...Chachi?" She slightly nodded looking at him. "What am I doing here? I am a contestant who won a getaway to Manhattan New York and I thought it would be good to just "get away" from that "life" for a while... So if you don't mind...I'm going to try to enjoy my stay here..." She watched him walk into the elevator with her arms around her chest. "Nice meeting you Ian and Louella, have a pleasant conversation... And good to see you again Chachi, congratulations on your last failing relationship, what was his name again... Andrew Jensen or something?" At frist she couldn't believe he said that. Was he honestly bring that up since she was able to 'supposly' move on with her life? He had no room to talk, she never saw him with another girl after except for that little slut he cheated on her with. Who by the way wasn't the prettiest flower in the garden by any means. John. His name was Andrew John if you must know. Then the elevator closed and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Idiot. She said underneath her breath.

She watched the other couple interacting about the same way her and James were. She looked and saw a man walk towards her. She looked away from Lou and Ian and smiled at the man. "Miss Gonzales, I think we've worked together before. You were in that kids show I produced years ago, aren't you?" She started to think and smiled as she remembered. I think so. But, I am very forgetful when it comes to my career. Which was true, she only wished she was able to forget about her relationships. She was getting distracted a bit at the not much other couple, the woman that was assmuing named Louella looked like she was about to cry and Ian looked like he was also. "Look, I'll make a deal with you. Even if I have every right to be mad at you and hate you for the rest of my life, some would call that kind of resentment unhealthy. And even though you stabbed me in the back and ripped my heart out..." She knew that feeling all too well. "W-what was I walking about? Yes, despite all that, I'm willing to just forget all of that. None of it happened as far as I'm concerned. Not the letters or phone calls, not the Prom, not... Rupert, not those strict rules your parents had, not those nights, and especially not us. From here on out it'll be just like we never happened. But you have to promise me one thing, Just, don't cry... ever." Now she got it, they were broken up to but, apperantly Lou broke up with him.... or something like that. It wasn't her bussness to ask at the moment.

But, she did know if Andrew or better yet, James said that to her. She would be curled up in a ball in the corner just crying while listening to Adele. Which she didn't exactly do when she broke up but, it was close enough and honestly she wish she was mature enough to act like it never happened, sad thing was it did and that wans't going to change. She felt bad for intruding on their conversation when she hadn't even introduced herself properly to them. She looked at the man and pointed towards the bedrooms with numbers on them. I think I am going to go unpack my bags and get comfortable." She said as she zipped up her purse. She walked out of the room feeling the tenion rise off of her shoulders as she walked into her room with a number one on in. She looked and saw her tons of bags, haning her head in shame like they do in those strange anime shows. She dropped her bed on on of the twin size beds and started to unpack her clothing starting of course, with her childern.... her purses.