Hudson Griffin
Hudson started leaving the set in a huff, obviously bothered. At least on camera he'd been alright. Natalie quickly followed him, and looped her arm around his. She slid her hand down his forearm, and entwined her fingers with his. She pulled on his hand then, causing him to stop. He turned and faced her, looking a bit distraught. She leaned her head closer to him, and whispered in his ear. "You could at least pretend I'm not the last person you want to be with.." she sighed. He looked down at her, feeling a bit bad. "You know it's not like that.." he trailed off. He'd never really talked to her about Dodger, or anything really personal. But she did know him as a person pretty well, and they'd become friends. "Then pretend I'm the girl you actually love when we're in public okay?" she said, as she began walking again, tugging on his hand to pull him along again. But I just broke her heart.. he thought. He let himself be dragged along, and outside where all of the paparazzi stood, waiting.
"Come on, show us a kiss!" "Yeah, give us something good Hudson!" were a few things shouted at them. They both put on a few smiles, posed together, and acted like they were the most perfect couple. Their limo was about 10 ft away, and they moved through the crowd to get to it. As he opened the door for Natalie, she quickly pressed her lips to his, kissing him. He heard tons of clicks, and saw many camera shots. Startled, he sort of froze, and she stepped into the limo. The cameras didn't stop as he stood there, and after a moment he awkwardly got in the limo as well.
"What the hell do you think you just did?" he asked Natalie, still shocked, and a bit angry. She shrugged, acting like nothing unusual had happened. Completely causally, she took a bottle of already opened champaign, and poured it into a wine glass. Taking a sip, she finally answered. "I gave the people what they wanted, Hudson." He sat silently, deciding it wasn't really her fault. She was just doing what everyone wanted her to do, like he had to.
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After going back to his home, he decided he needed to get out. Go somewhere. Somewhere far. Just for awhile. Making a few calls, he got it to happen. Hopping on his jet, he flew to his home in Miami. He headed to his balcony, hoping to catch the sunset. Leaning on the railing, and stared out onto the water. He had his arms on the rail, and he sunk his head into his hands, running his fingers through his hair. Even the sun sets in paradise. He thought. Though the sun was setting, he could still feel some of its warmth. The golden sphere dipped into the water, and its reflection made it seem like it was melting. He felt his heart sink. There were countless times he and Dodger had watch the sunset together.
Not wanting to see anymore of it, he walked into his bedroom. He paced, with his hands on the back of his head, back and forth across the room. He sat around, thinking. Flopping on his bed, the more he thought about everything, the more angry he got. He punched one of his pillows, and stood up. Grabbing a vase from his beside table, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall.
It was dark by now, and he sat on his chez lounge, with his head in his hands yet again. His head throbbed. He felt a bit choked up. He wondered when this would all be over. He had to forget about her. There were other girls. Other girls with cute smiles, long pretty hair, a great personality, and other good traits. He bit his lip hard. Wandering to bed, he collapsed among the pillows, and waited for sleep to come.