you were nowhere near marlon brando's typical girl. he was into the big and flashy girls - the ones who wanted to be center of the stage. while you liked to settle backstage. the thought of being in the spotlight bothered you, it made your headache and your palms sweat. the high life was not for you.

however, marlon was for you. he was the kind of guy you had always hoped for. he was gentle, caring - but rough sometimes - and funny. he was everything to you. the two of you weren't offical. and this was your choice. marlon told you that you two were either together, with you in the spotlight beside him, or only casual partners while he was photographed with other beautiful women.

but, he always came home to you. and that was what he did last night. he slipped into your bed while you were sleeping. and in the morning, you weren't very surprised to see him.

you were cooking breakfast, reading the paper. on one page, marlon's photograph was there, his hand on some other girls waist.

that's when you felt his hand around yours, and his other hand grabbed the paper, "don't look at that, doll."