flirting.
"Whyn't I take you to the luggage carousel, then I'll go get the
limo."
"Cool,"
she said, excited that Nikki had sent a limo to meet
her.
They began the long walk.
"You an actress?"
he asked, throwing
her a sideways glance.
She giggled, flinging back her long blond hair.
"What do you think?"
she responded, pleased that he thought she was.
He squinted at her.
"You look like that girl in Clueless - y'know,
Alicia something."
"Well, I'm not."
"S OK,"
he said casually.
"You're prettier."
"Honestly?"
A laconic'Yeah."
e This was an excellent start to her trip. A sure sign LA was
the place for her to be. Her father had wanted her to go to the it Bahamas with him and his teenage wife, but much to his annoysit ance, she'd refused. The less time she had to spend with him the better.
< They arrived at the luggage carousel and waited for her bags to
appear. Tin Jed,"
her driver said, edging close to her.
"Doing this ^ job to make the rent - in real life I'm an actor."
up a
"^°u must meet a lot of cool people."
was
"Yeah,"
he laughed.
"Like you. Only you can't score me a job."
nd »
"% stepfather's a famous director,"
she boasted,
clieve
"No shit? What's his name?"
"Richard Barry."
His eyes bugged.
"I'm impressed."
Later, sitting in the back of a long silver limo heading for
t
51 Malibu, she reached in her purse and lit up a joint. She'd been smoking grass for two years, it helped her get through all the things she had to put up with. Without it she didn't know what she would've done.
Jed caught on immediately - sniffing the air - eyeing her in his rear-view mirror.
"You're gonna stink up the car,"
he remarked.
"So,"
she said haughtily.
"I'm paying."
"Right,"
he said, snickering.
"You an"
your rich daddy."
"Want a drag?"
she offered.
"It's free."
He hesitated for a moment, then said,
"Why not?"
She moved over to the glass partition, passing him the joint. He dragged deeply. A veteran.
"I could get canned for this,"
he said, not sounding too upset at the prospect.
"Yes, but think how amazing you'll feel for the rest of the day,"
she said with a giggle.
"You got that right,"
he responded, with a crooked smirk.
By the time the limo reached Malibu he'd given her his phone number and the name of a club where he hung out when he wasn't working.
"Come on by,"
he said, hot for this girl with the long blond hair and the primo grass.
"Maybe I will,"
she said, still flirting.
"Maybe you should,"
he replied, thinking that he'd finally found
a live one.
ft ft ft
1
i
Nikki heard the limo pull up and hurried to the door, throwing it open.
"Hi, Mom,"
Summer said, emerging from the car, slightly stoned but hiding it well.
"Where's Richard?"
"Editing,"
Nikki replied, hurt that the first words out of Summer's mouth were, Where's Richard?
"Don't I get a hug and a kiss?"
"Whatever,"
Summer said casually, giving her mother a perfunctory hug.
*->
Nikki wasn't sure, but for a moment she thought she smelled the strong aroma of pot.
The young driver was busily unloading suitcases from the trunk. Nikki directed him to Summer's room.
"LA's awesome,"
Summer announced, wandering through the house.
"Chicago's like soo hot and muggy. Ugh! Disgusto weather!"
"It is beautiful here,"
Nikki agreed, following her.
"I guess I never take the time to appreciate it."
"Course, I could've gone with Daddy and Rachel to the Bahamas,"
Summer continued.
"Thing is I've already been there twice and it's way boring. Besides, I wanted to see Richard - and you, of course."
"That's terrific,"
Nikki said, checking out her daughter's outfit, shades of early Madonna crossed with Courtney Love - a look that did not suit Summer's fresh prettiness.
"Let's go shopping tomorrow,"
she suggested.
"We'll explore Melrose, there's plenty of new stores I'm
"Whyn't I take you to the luggage carousel, then I'll go get the
limo."
"Cool,"
she said, excited that Nikki had sent a limo to meet
her.
They began the long walk.
"You an actress?"
he asked, throwing
her a sideways glance.
She giggled, flinging back her long blond hair.
"What do you think?"
she responded, pleased that he thought she was.
He squinted at her.
"You look like that girl in Clueless - y'know,
Alicia something."
"Well, I'm not."
"S OK,"
he said casually.
"You're prettier."
"Honestly?"
A laconic'Yeah."
e This was an excellent start to her trip. A sure sign LA was
the place for her to be. Her father had wanted her to go to the it Bahamas with him and his teenage wife, but much to his annoysit ance, she'd refused. The less time she had to spend with him the better.
< They arrived at the luggage carousel and waited for her bags to
appear. Tin Jed,"
her driver said, edging close to her.
"Doing this ^ job to make the rent - in real life I'm an actor."
up a
"^°u must meet a lot of cool people."
was
"Yeah,"
he laughed.
"Like you. Only you can't score me a job."
nd »
"% stepfather's a famous director,"
she boasted,
clieve
"No shit? What's his name?"
"Richard Barry."
His eyes bugged.
"I'm impressed."
Later, sitting in the back of a long silver limo heading for
t
51 Malibu, she reached in her purse and lit up a joint. She'd been smoking grass for two years, it helped her get through all the things she had to put up with. Without it she didn't know what she would've done.
Jed caught on immediately - sniffing the air - eyeing her in his rear-view mirror.
"You're gonna stink up the car,"
he remarked.
"So,"
she said haughtily.
"I'm paying."
"Right,"
he said, snickering.
"You an"
your rich daddy."
"Want a drag?"
she offered.
"It's free."
He hesitated for a moment, then said,
"Why not?"
She moved over to the glass partition, passing him the joint. He dragged deeply. A veteran.
"I could get canned for this,"
he said, not sounding too upset at the prospect.
"Yes, but think how amazing you'll feel for the rest of the day,"
she said with a giggle.
"You got that right,"
he responded, with a crooked smirk.
By the time the limo reached Malibu he'd given her his phone number and the name of a club where he hung out when he wasn't working.
"Come on by,"
he said, hot for this girl with the long blond hair and the primo grass.
"Maybe I will,"
she said, still flirting.
"Maybe you should,"
he replied, thinking that he'd finally found
a live one.
ft ft ft
1
i
Nikki heard the limo pull up and hurried to the door, throwing it open.
"Hi, Mom,"
Summer said, emerging from the car, slightly stoned but hiding it well.
"Where's Richard?"
"Editing,"
Nikki replied, hurt that the first words out of Summer's mouth were, Where's Richard?
"Don't I get a hug and a kiss?"
"Whatever,"
Summer said casually, giving her mother a perfunctory hug.
*->
Nikki wasn't sure, but for a moment she thought she smelled the strong aroma of pot.
The young driver was busily unloading suitcases from the trunk. Nikki directed him to Summer's room.
"LA's awesome,"
Summer announced, wandering through the house.
"Chicago's like soo hot and muggy. Ugh! Disgusto weather!"
"It is beautiful here,"
Nikki agreed, following her.
"I guess I never take the time to appreciate it."
"Course, I could've gone with Daddy and Rachel to the Bahamas,"
Summer continued.
"Thing is I've already been there twice and it's way boring. Besides, I wanted to see Richard - and you, of course."
"That's terrific,"
Nikki said, checking out her daughter's outfit, shades of early Madonna crossed with Courtney Love - a look that did not suit Summer's fresh prettiness.
"Let's go shopping tomorrow,"
she suggested.
"We'll explore Melrose, there's plenty of new stores I'm
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