Joel knew you were trouble the moment he met you. You’d been amazed with him after walking around some hardware store in LA, completely clueless.

It only got worse the longer he knew you, you had a house. A nice one. He’d never heard of you until some group of teen girls asked pictures on a date one afternoon. It only got worse from there. He would see cameras anywhere when he was with you. You’d just pretend like they weren’t there.

Then he learned after you’d met his brother. You were some bigshot actress. Joel wasn’t a man for movies that weren’t involing military of some sort.

One day we was getting grocery’s. Waiting in line until he saw his face on fucking magazine. You’d been pretty open after he’d found you out. Luckily he was already wrapped around your finger.

he’d gotten used to it, your crazy schedule and your overly priced gifts. Today was new though, he was on the set of your next movie. Just awkwardly walking around all day. Sitting in your trailer. Browsing by the snack table.

You were finally done, he drove you home in his truck. You’d rid of your makeup, he always liked it that way. You in some comfy sweats and a sweatshirt he’d pretend he hadn’t watched you steal from him. Just driving through the traffic of California in the summer.