mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-01-20 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | declan, sterrin |
Declan and Sterrin; Wednesday afternoon; Apt. 11201
"Fuck me," Declan said in a slightly awed voice from his place on the couch, a newspaper open in his hands and a cigarette billowing smoke into the air.
Sterrin, in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of juice, wrinkled her nose and figured he had to have thought she was Jack moving around. "It's me, Dec."
"Huh?" He glanced over his shoulder, then thought about what he'd said and scowled. "Don't be retarded. Have you seen this? Richard was calling all morning and I almost didn't believe it, but Stunning has fucking SOLD OUT!"
The article in front of him called Stunning the fastest selling debut of a magazine in history.
"Well that's awesome," Sterrin said as she walked over and settled in on the couch next to him. "I told you. People will get their heads out of their own asses eventually. Have the stocks went back up yet?"
"No," he replied with a slight frown again. "But they'd have to, at least a little, after this. I mean, don't you think? Richard says we should capitalize on it and put the next issue into super production. Get someone really hot and famous on the cover."
Sterrin nodded, sipping her juice. "Makes sense. Who are you thinking of?"
Declan shot her a sidelong glance. "Well, uhm, I was hoping maybe you'd help me with that."
Sterrin looked at him for a long moment, then recognition dawned in her eyes. "Dec! No!"
"C'mon, Sterrin! He loves you! He'll do anything you ask him to. Please? You know it'll sell with him on the cover."
"Yeah, to fourteen year old girls. Is that really want you want for your magazine? You want it associated with this Twilight bullshit?"
"I'd put the Jonas brothers on the cover if I thought it'd be lucrative right now. Besides, older women are into him too, and don't get me started on the gays. Everybody loves Edward."
Sterrin grumped. "I don't. He's weird. And awkward. And all he does is stare at me and chuckle. And his hair! Does he bathe? He gives me the creeps, Dec. Besides, he's got that girl for a girlfriend now and I have a boyfriend. It's not worth the pain."
"Just call him," Declan pleaded. "Tell him you want him to do it for you. Make him give a really, really scandalous interview. Please, Sterrin. For me. You don't have to do anything with him, maybe just see him for dinner or something. Just flirt a little. Please? And besides, you fuking owe me for that Superman stint in the Mocha. You know you do."
"Fine," Sterrin said, pinching the area between her brows. "But I'm not doing anything with him. I'll be nice and talk to him, but that's it."
Declan beamed and wrapped her up in a brotherly hug, then handed her her phone with a wink. "Thanks, sister."
Sterrin grumbled and scrolled through the contacts list until she found the proper name and hit send, then flipped Declan off after she'd purred a greeting into the phone and a loud, goofy chuckle could be heard on the other end.