Boy Out Falling (2 page)

“Can I have your number?” He handed me his phone. I did type in my number, but not the last number. I handed the phone back. Right away he saw that it was missing a number. “There are only nine numbers. Did you type it wrong?”

“No, if you really want to see me again you will figure out what the last number is.” I grabbed a hold of Meridith. We turned back around and walked back to our spot.

We got back to our spot and laid out in the sun. I looked over and saw that some of the paparazzi had followed us and was taking pictures.

“Meridith how did this get so far?”

“What do you mean?”

“This dream thing. Someone who is famous dreaming about me. I don't think I can go through the idea of always being photographed.”

“You will do fine. It's a job remember you were the one that said it.”

“I don't want to have to do this as a job.” I tried to relax but it was hard with the clicking from the cameras. It took a few minutes before it stopped. We were down at the beach a few hours later. We went back to Meridith's car. Right before I opened the car door my phone started to vibrate. I looked down and saw a text from another friend saying to go onto the famous tabloid's website. I didn't have a smart phone, but Meridith did and she went on.

The headline was Steven Patrick goes to the beach and asked a girl for her number. There were about ten photos of me and him with the phone. Then about five of me lying out in the sun.

“I want to change my number now.” I said as I buckled my seat belt. I didn't feel like helping him.

“Jen you are over reacting.”

I sat there.