An Unexpected Encounter: Part Two

Fan Fiction prose by: Katlin Moak © All rights reserved 2021

As we were escorted off the grounds, flashing lights and shouting from a swarm of paparazzi enclosed us. There were three huge security guards guiding the way. Evan took my hand into his as we headed towards his private car. “Who’s the girl, Evan? Tell us who the girl is!” The paparazzi were extremely persistent in general but since Evan hasn’t been seen with a woman since his split with, you know who, they were more eager this time around. I’m sure I’ll be waking up with my picture on the front of TMZ tomorrow with some misleading title attached to it. “EVAN PETERS MOVES ON FROM ROBERTS, SEEN WITH NEW LOVE INTEREST!”

“I’m glad to see you made it out alive.” He says, grinning, while opening a bottle of champagne. Handing me a glass, I quickly take a sip. “A warning would have been nice.” I said with a coy half smile. “So, Kat-Kathryn, what brought you out to the premiere tonight?” He asked enthusiastically. This was a question I was hesitant to answer. With him being an actor I presume he might get the wrong impression of me. “Well, I just so happen to be a journalist. I was out looking for some inspiration for my next article.” I respond, praying for a positive reaction. “An article about being attacked by the paparazzi?” He asked jokingly. I let out a sigh of relief followed by a brief head shake. He picks up the bottle of champagne refilling our flutes and decides to sit next to me. His thigh was slightly brushing against mine when he asked, “How long have you been a writer for?” Pretending like I wasn’t totally distracted, I replied, “My whole life. I remember the first story I ever wrote when I was eight years old. I knew then I’d never stop. And here I am today.” He turned towards me leaning in a bit closer and replied, “That’s how I was with acting, I knew when I was really young exactly what I wanted to do. And my parents just went for it. Best thing that could have happened. We’re almost there by the way.”

We pulled up to a gated entrance and the driver typed in a code. As the gate opened, we proceeded down a long driveway paved with stone. Followed alongside a path of beautiful colored flowers. “We’re here. Come on!” He shouts helping me out of the car. I step out, getting a decent view of this place. I’ve never seen anything like it. Well, only in movies. “Wow, your place is really nice.” I was honestly surprised he would even bring me here. To his actual home. Jesus, this is surreal. “Hope you aren’t planning on murdering me.” I say, as he opens the front door. Standing there staring at me, he slams the door shut. “Now, prepare to DIE!” He screams. “I’m just messin, I’m not gonna murder you, I swear.” He said while trying to hold in his laughter. I roll my eyes, “I mean, you could at least try to be convincing.” I said, playfully punching him in the arm.

“Well, this is my place. I don’t stay here too often. I fly out in between filming back home. Most of my family is still there.” He said, walking towards the kitchen. “Ah, I see. So, do you usually bring strangers back to your home? Or am I one of the lucky ones?” I ask, taking a seat in one of the chairs near the island. “You’re definitely one of the luckies. I feel like you’re trustworthy, even with being a writer.” He said, throwing me a wink. I wondered if he could hear my heart pounding out of my chest. Each time he smiled at me, I could feel a beam of electricity light up inside of me. He slowly started walking towards me and says, “Come with me. I wanna show you something.”