Chapter 1: Author Annonymusã€€
"I don't want to make money, I just want to be wonderful." - Marilyn Monroe
Falon loved the way Ben smiled down at her. It was warm, kind, and caring. It made her heart flutter. She kept asking herself , what is this feeling? Ben was her best friend and the last person she would have ever imagined falling in love with. So why in the world was she melting at the sight of a grin on his face? Why did she start stuttering like crazy when talking to him? It just didn't make sense. 'One of these days it will', she thought. Just when will that day come? - Author Annonymus
Yes! Finally! I thought happily, when I finished typing the last sentence. I was done writing the third book of my brand new series called Remember. The only thing that was left to do now, was to publish it.
I grinned while thinking, great job, Author Annonymus.
Yep, Author Annonymus. Not Amy Cahill. When I choose my author's name, I wanted something that will be mysterious, and that won't attract much attention. You see, I REALLY hate crowds, or speeches, or attention, or even publicity. So, I figured that if I put my name as Author Annonymus, no one would know who I am. Well, no one would know but Dan and Nellie and her family. But they know that this is a big secret, and they tell no one.
I leaned back on my chair and let out a huge breath. Finally. Pressure is over.
For a while.
Many of the books that I write come from real-life experiances. For example, one of my hit series was based on stuff that happened through Benjamin Franklin's life. I even revealed some secrets that I found through the Clue Hunt. Of course, no one but the teams of the hunt knew this. Sometimes, I wonder if they read any of my books and wonder, 'Who writes this?'
But I doubt that. All of them live glamorous lives now, and probobly have no time to read a book. The last time I saw everyone was at Sinead and Hamilton's wedding almost two years ago. I haven't heard from anyone since then. 'Miss them?', you might ask. Well, that's a tough question. But I will go with yes.
But I have my own life to worry about. I work each day on my books, but apart from that I also have an awesome love life. The best, actually.
Evan Tolliver, my amazing boyfriend, is the hottest politician, scientist, and college professor to ever roam the earth. I am not kidding. His ocean blue eyes are framed by coke-bottle glasses, and his gorgeous reddish-brown hair is always slicked back and neat. A well built man, he is too. He changed from high school geek, to a handsome man. He is so . . . adorkable. That nick-name never gets old. I even heard that some girls at the college he teaches have a crush on him. Well, back-off ladies because this guy is so mine. I keep dreaming of the day that he will propose to me. It is my biggest dream. It actually has been my biggest dream for about five years now. But that's okay. Evan is just taking his time. Hopefully.
But I am not the only one in a relationship. Dan is also dating. And guess who? A twenty-four year old model. Yeah, I know. Hard to believe. Her name is Veronica O'Malley and she is sooooo beautiful. Her hair is long and the color of milk chocolate and she has amber eyes that have a little spark of violet. Her lips are as red as a strawberry, and she has a bright white smile. She is tall and thin and I am positive that she never had a pimple. She is also one of the sweetest girls on the planet. She has never been stuck up or mean to me. Ever. Also Dan is like head over heels for her. I'm really happy for him. Usually, things like this never happen to the dweeb.
"Hey Amy! Can you come out for a second?" Called a voice behind the door of my office. Dan.
"Why?" I replied.
"I need your help!" He responded.
I got up from my chair and walked out of my office. I walked down the long hallways of the mansion and then finally, I reached Dan's room.
I opened the door and started to say, "What do you -" But I stopped when I saw what was happening.Dan was in nothing but his boxers, and it looked like his whole closet was on the floor.
"What is going on here?" I asked, shocked.
Dan had a hopeless expression on his face when he answered, "I don't know what to wear on my date with Veronica."
I laughed. If this was the crisis, there was literarly nothing else to do. "
It's not funny, Amy." Dan angrily replied.
"Yes it is." I said.
Then I walked over to the big pile of clothes on the floor. "Well, first where are you going to take her?"
"I was thinking a fancy restraunt." Dan responded.
I frowned. "Since when did you like fancy restraunts?"
"I don't know. I just wanted to try it." Dan hesitantly said.
"All right," I suspiciously replied. "Well, I am no Natalie Kabra, but I suggest this."
I picked up a tuxedo Dan only wears on special occasions, with no tie and an open collar white shirt. After Dan put it on, I gave him shiny black shoes, and slicked his hair back with gel.
After I finished putting him together, I stood back to admire my work.
Dan looked very handsome. He somehow looked taller. He looked exactly like Leonardo DeCaprio when he was younger. Very, very handsome.
I smiled. "You look good, dweeb."
Dan returned a grin. "Thanks."
"Come on, get going. Or you will be late." I said.I followed Dan to the car.
Before he got in he said, "Thanks again, Amy. I mean, Author Annonymus."
I grinned. "You're welcome." With that, Dan got in the car and drove away.
What do you think? Sorry for the long wait!
PS: I am sooo sorry for the post being so messed up. Grrr....