The Trash Bin of Cliches

This is a series of shorts about the life of established author, Willow Parker.

Whilst living in London with her best friend Kennedy, Willow gets writer's block. Something she deals with by getting, what was supposed to be a temp job, at The Agency: a company that is invested in a bunch of media industry fields. While helping out with a photo shoot Willow meets one of the world's most coveted bachelors, Sawyer Huntington, one of the boys from the internationally popular group Once Upon.

Thanks to one of her new model friends, Yvonne, Sawyer gets his hooks into her and she wakes up after a night of partying with someone else's boxers on. After that it's one thing after another, starting again when Once Upon books their new music video shoot with The Agency. When she is mistaken for an extra and Sawyer picks her to play the opposing role in his scene, sparks fly, now all Willow has to do is try not to catch fire.


7. After Party: 16th October 2011


“So,” Willow says as Sawyer walks up to her after the interview, she’s leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and she’s trying not to smile and failing, “Whose the girl? Does she know about this?” She takes one hand and makes a motion from him to her a couple times, “Is this how you’re saying we’re just friends now? Cause I got to say, pretty short notice, you had lot’s of openings to-” She’s cut off by his mouth on hers, she barely has time to close her eyes and his weight is against her, backing her into the wall. He licks his lips as he pulls away, a boyish smile on his face, one hand on her hip, the other keeping his balance on the wall.  Her head is throbbing and she is somehow angry at him for giving her something to be happy about this morning. “I’m getting mixed messages here.” She says as he leans back, one hand now in his pocket, the other remaining on her hip.  

“How’s the hang over?” He smiles, playing with her belt loop.   

“It’s great, it enables me to say this,” she takes his hand and puts it on his side, patting it, “What in the world is wrong with you?”  

“I beg your pardon?”  

“Don’t look so surprised. What is up with that stupid brain of yours? You seriously couldn’t have told me that yesterday, before I got all drunk and depressed and started saying weird things about your face?”  

“It was romantic!” He’s not sure what to do with his hands so he just lets them hang, “What is wrong with my nose by the way?”  

“It was stupid, the first time you say you have a girl and it’s before you actually tell the girl, really Sawyer?”  

“What’s wrong with my nose?”  

“Ignore the question all together, that’s a great way to build a healthy relationship. That is what this means right? That we are now in a relationship?”  

“I’m ignoring the question?” He looks shocked and Willow has to hold back a laugh, also the urge to kiss him, because, as much as she hates it, everything he’s doing right now is adorable, “You still haven’t answered what’s wrong with my nose.”  

“Maybe that’s because Fiona is coming over so I’m going to run away now.” She turns and runs to talk to Henry across the room. Dodging his hand as it grabs for hers.   

“This conversation is not over!” He yells after her laughing.  

“Sawyer got nicked then?” Henry smiles down at her.   

“Yeah, ironically that was longer than I thought our relationship would last.”  

“You’re pessimistic when you’re cranky.”  

“Am I?”  

“I wonder if it would please the lady to know about the snack table around yonder corner?” Henry no more than gestured and she was gone. “Well, someone works fast.” He follows her to the table. “When are you going to admit you’re scared?”  

“Since I know you’re going to talk to Sawyer about this later, now I guess. I’m not scared, I’m nervous, it’s easier to pretend you’re fine with not being official than actually being official.”  

“That sounds an awful lot like running lass.”  

“It does.” She’s silent for a few moments, also wondering when Henry got so perceptive.  

“Maybe it’s time to stop?”  

“It’s always time to stop, but there’s always repercussions.”  

“Sounds like life.”  

“But there is always that one person that gets hurt,” he looks at her with his eyebrow raised, “I know it’s a generalization, but I don’t want Sawyer to be that person. I feel like I’m taking this too seriously.”  

“Maybe you are.”  


“Will, this interview was heard all over the states, he made it clear to you that you were the girl.”  

“I think I’ll just talk it over with him, seeing as he’s coming over.”  

“I see we are using facing problems as a way of hogging the refreshments.” Henry laughed and winked at her before walking away just as Sawyer reached the table.  

“Where’s Henry off to?” he asked looking after his retreating friend before turning and smiling at her.  

“I have to speak to you,” she stated. He looked at her smile dropping from his face momentarily, another one, his press smile, replacing it; his eyes widened.  

“Alright.” He said nervously, it was a reply, but it seemed more like a question.  

“I can’t tell whether your nose is hooked or pointed, average or unusually small. It stretches oddly whenever you make an expression, it’s adorable and endearing, but it really shouldn‘t be. It frustrates me to no end, most of that was drunken ramble but your head really is slightly turnipy.”   

“Turnipy?” His genuine smile has returned. “You need to speak to me because my nose should be off putting but really it just makes me more attractive and my head is turnipy?”  

“I answered your question,” she gulps, her voice quieter, “Now, you have to answer mine. Are we in an actual relationship?” He’s silent for a couple minutes, his smile slightly fading as he looks at her. His brow knotting, her heart is beating a mile-a-minute and she prays he can’t hear it; she ponders whether she can act her way through pretending to be alright if his answer is no. He opens his mouth slowly.   

“Yes.” Her eyes widen.  

“Say that again, and only say it if you know what it means.” He raises an eyebrow, the sides of his mouth twitching towards a smile.  

“Yes.” He looks around, as if to make sure no one is looking and leans towards her ear. “I am familiar with the definition of an adult relationship Miss Parker,” he whispers. She shivers and he straightens up looking far too amused.  

“It’s not nice to use a weak spot in a surrounding where I can barely touch you,” she glares, but she can’t help but smile, tongue between her teeth. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s looking down at her lips and licking his own. “Sawyer, I’m fairly sure both of us don’t want this completely in the public yet, so stop looking at me like that.”  

“Like what?”  

“Like I’m Red Riding Hood holding my grandmother’s basket of treats.”  

“Are you implying I’m the Big Bad Wolf?”  

“I guess we’ll have to see won’t we?” She smiles mischievously and looks him up and down, tongue between her teeth again, but this time to the side. He draws in a deep breath.  

“Because I’m the unfair one,” he mutters, then louder says, “and excuse me Miss Parker, but I am a taken man now.”   

“Then kindly try not to stare at my ass as I walk away Mr Huntington.” She pops a chocolate into her mouth before turning and making her way out of the room.

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