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The Start of Something New	By : monamourange Category: Individual Celebrities > Ryan Reynolds Views: 3286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3: Friendships

Ryan woke up to the sound of banging on his door. He threw on a pair of pants, and stumbled towards the front door. He yanked it open and there stood a woman with a big smile on her face.

“Hi, are you Ryan?

“Yes I am! Are you Heather?

“That’d be me!”

Heather was younger than him, she was probably about twenty-two or twenty-three. The first thing he noticed was that she had beautiful gray eyes and long brown/reddish hair that hung all of the way down her back, stopping just a little below her waist. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either. He noticed that her skin was a creamy white color, especially compared to all of the fake-tanned blondes that walked around California, and she had a light sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She wore a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt with a big peace sign on the front.

“So, are you gonna leave me standing outside all day?”

“Oh sorry.” Ryan told her as he stepped aside.

‘God!’ Heather thought, ‘man is he sexy!’ All he wore was a pair of jeans slung low over his hips. His hair was standing up in many different places. ‘Avert thy eyes Heather,’ she told herself, ‘you know he’s gonna think you’re a freak if you just sit there and oggle him!’

“So how long are you planning on living here and where did you move here from? Sorry if I’m being nosy, but I like to know a little about the people whose houses I clean.”

“Well, I moved here from California...”

“WOW! You sure picked a random place to move to!”

“...and I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be here.”
Ryan looked away, wishing that he could forget the reason why he had come.

“Okay, so onto business! Show me around the house and then we’ll discuss how much and how often I’m gonna come over.”

They both walked through the house, Ryan showing and telling a little about each of the sparse pieces of furniture that were located in the house. He showed her the living room, which contained only a sofa, a big-screen tv, and a green lazy-boy chair, his room, which had his unmade bed, a dark mahogany dresser, and a closet with the door closed. He ended the tour by showing her the bathroom, the second bedroom, the washroom, and the kitchen.

The entire time they were walking through the house Heather had been looking at Ryan more than she had been looking at any of the rooms. Every time they would leave a room she got to watch his jean-clad butt walking in front of her. Whenever they would come into the room Ryan would turn around to look into her face to gauge her reaction, and she would have to quickly tear her eyes away from his toned body. They finally walked back into the living room, Heather took a seat in the lazy-boy and Ryan threw himself down onto the couch.

“What all would you want me to do around here?”

“Umm... laundry, cleaning the bathroom, dusting every once in a while, mopping and sweeping whenever it needs it. Really just about anything that needs to be done around the house.”

“Ok, how about five-hundred dollars a week, and I can come everyday. How are you at cooking?” Heather looked over at the lounging Ryan to see what his answer was.

“Five-hundred sounds fine, and well... I’m not really all that great at cooking. I’m definitely not gonna win any awards that’s for sure. I even burn Jell-O somehow!”

Heather began giggling, picturing Ryan in an apron trying to make Jell-O and screwing up royally, made a very funny picture. She looked over at him, and he sat there with a mock-hurt expression on his face. She began full-out laughing at that, and her laughs were soon joined by Ryan’s.

The laughter eventually died down. Ryan had been watching Heather the entire time that she had been laughing and he decided that he really liked the way it made her entire face light up.

She smiled over at him and asked, “So do you want me to start right now or wait ‘til tomorrow?”

“Whatever is fine, how about tomorrow?”

“Okay! I’ll go and buy the required cleaning supplies and some groceries too. Do you mind if I take a look at the food you already have?”

“No, go right ahead!”

Heather checked the refrigerator and the pantry and decided that she needed to go on a extra-huge food shopping-spree. She looked over at him, and with a big smile on her face asked, “I know this is a bit soon in our relationship, but I’m gonna need some money.”

Ryan looked at her and wondered how easy it was to talk to her, he felt like he had known her more like two years rather than two hours.

Heather saw the contemplative look on his face and quickly offered, “If you’re worried that I’ll run off with it, I can show you where I live so if you feel like taking out revenge you can come and trade out my ham with spam and hide the remote.”

“No! That would be the most horrible thing I could do to you! I could at least just kill you or something much more nice like that!”

They both smiled at their friendly teasing. Ryan handed Heather two-hundred dollars. “Wow!” Heather exclaimed, “I’m so glad I asked you! You seem to be rolling in the Benjamins!”

“Yeah, well...”

“You’d think you were some kind of a celebrity or something.”

Ryan looked up at her, wondering if he should say something or if she already knew.

“Don’t worry Ry,” the nickname slipping easily off of her tongue, “I know who you are, and your secret’s safe with me.”

Ryan let out a relieved sigh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at say about 9 am again, k?”

“All right, see you tomorrow.”

Heather waved at him as she made her way out.

They both let out collective breaths that neither knew they had been holding. They then had the exact same thought at the same time, ‘I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow!’

Ryan decided that he was just gonna lounge around the house today, he didn’t really feel like doing any kind of work. He watched t.v for a couple hours, but when Maury Povich came on and the theme was once again something along the lines of, “I may have slept with over 100 guys, but I’m 100% sure that you’re my baby’s daddy,” Ryan decided to go for a walk. He hadn’t really looked at the surrounding area while driving in, he had been to worried about just finding the house.

‘A walk sounds good,’ he thought, ‘maybe I’ll meet a few of the neighbors.’

He threw on a black t-shirt and started walking towards the road. He got to the end of the driveway and took a left, walking along the side of the road. One of the main differences between California and Texas was all of the horses. He was surrounded by pastures containing equine after equine. On his right there was a smaller pasture that had both cows and horses, on the left for about a half a mile there was a pasture with only horses, and then there was another pasture on his right that had about twenty horses, a big barn, and a medium-sized brick house.

He noticed a familiar girl with long brown hair mowing the grass around the brick house, and decided to go and see if he could be of any help.

He turned to the right and walked up the long gravel driveway towards Heather. “Hey!”

Heather looked up surprised and took the ear phones out of her ears, “Hey! What are you doing over here? Are you stalking me?” She then began laughing. She let go of the handle and the lawnmower turned off.

“I just decided to go for a walk and saw a person that looked familiar. I decided to be a good upstanding citizen and ask if she wanted any help.”

“You saw a familiar person, who? Was it the Pope, the President, one of your actor friends?”

“No actually, it was this girl I just met that has long brown hair... and a manlike laugh!”

Heather gave a mock look of hurt. “Are you trying to say I have a less than feminine laugh?”

“No, I’m saying that you sound exactly like a man when you laugh!”

She then let out another one of those man-laughs and asked, “Why does everyone always say that I sound like a man? DON’T answer that... it was a rhetorical question!”

Ryan just laughed at Heather’s antics. “So, do you need some help from a big, strong man?”

“Sure, when you find him will you send him my way!” She smiled a bit coyly at him, wondering what
his comeback was going to be.

“OH LOOK!” he yelled, “I found him!” As he said this he ripped off his shirt and threw it at her.

Heather, trying to pretend that she wasn’t effected by his glistening rock-hard abs, fit upper torso, and glorious biceps, grabbed the shirt and put it on over her own shirt!

“Look now,” she exclaimed in a fake-manly voice, “I’m the man! You did a great job Ry! You found me!”

Ryan couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer and fell on the ground fighting back tears of mirth. Heather fell down right beside him laughing so hard she was crying.

“You are so weird!” he told her.

“Right back at ya buddy!”

As they sat on the ground the sun began to make it’s way toward the horizon.

“Well sir... you seem to have distracted me from my chores! Now I’m in for it. My grandfather isn’t gonna be very happy that I didn’t get this finished.”

“Your grandfather?” he asked.

“Yeah! You didn’t think I owned this house and those horses did you?”

She saw his face and could tell that was exactly what he had thought.

“Ry, I’m gonna ask you a question. How old do you think I am?”

“Umm... well...” He wasn’t sure if this was some sort of a loaded question. ‘Oh well, I better not lie.’ he thought to himself.

“I thought you were, maybe, twenty-four?”

Heather began laughing, and laughing, and laughing.

It took two minutes before she could finally breathe enough to be able to give him some sort of an answer to his statement/question.

“I’m actually only nineteen.” His eyebrows rose.
She smiled at him. “Does it scare you that a itty bitty wittle girl is gonna be cleaning your house for you?”

“No,” he said, “But I am eleven years older!” he looked over at her. “What did you mean about your grandfather though?”

“Well... umm, I live with my grandparents and my seventeen year old uncle. I’ve lived with them since I was fourteen...”

“HEATHER!!! It’s time for dinner!” a deep voice yelled out.

“...but that’s a story for later!” she finished.

“Who in the hell was that?”

“My grandpa, and apparently it’s time for some grub! Would you like to come in and eat with us?”

“No, no, I don’t want to intrude on your family. Plus, I only just met you today, it’s kind of too early in our relationship to meet the family don’t you think!?” He flashed her his lopsided adorable grin, and got up to start on his way home.

“I guess, since it looks so much better on you, you can have that shirt.” He pointed at her body.

“Oh thank you so much dear, great, and unselfish person! I will always be in your debt!” She threw herself down onto the ground and began bowing, fake-worshipping him.

“Yes, worship me servant! You know I’m great!”

That teasing statement stopped Heather’s brain function for a split second. The only thing she could think of was, ‘Yeah, I want to worship your glorious body... with my tongue! Like that would ever happen though.’

Ryan’s thinking was along the same line, ‘I really do wish she would worship me, wearing a black, leather... NO! Stop that thinking right there! You’ve only known the girl for not even twelve hours! At least get to know her better!’

“Anyway, Heather! I guess you’ve gotta go eat, and I’ve gotta go do some stuff, so I’ll let you go and I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Okay, bye!”

“Bye!”

Ryan then began his short walk home. Heather walked inside, ate dinner with her family, and then got ready for bed, wearing Ryan’s shirt (clean of course), the entire time, only thinking of Ryan and
some of the things that he had said that day.

Heather wasn’t sure why Ryan seemed to have been flirting with her. ‘Heather,’ she said to herself, ‘you know he wasn’t flirting with you, he was just being nice. And even if he was flirting with you, you know that’s just probably who he is. He’s a guy who is constantly surrounded by beautiful, big-breasted, blonde, bimbos, why would he like you when he had those short-skirted girls running around? Oh well... I guess there’s no hurt in dreaming.’

It didn’t hurt to dream because she knew nothing impossible, like him ever liking her, would happen. She had never been very lucky in getting guys to like her and then keeping them. Just the summer before she had been told, by the guy she had liked, that he also had feelings for her. She couldn’t believe it! That had never happened before, she had never been so lucky! Just like all of the other guys that she had met, however, he had turned out to be an ass, had used her and, right after he found another girl who was interested, he had dropped her, saying, “We’re best friends, right?” The worst problem was that he had never actually asked her out, AND he had made her promise to not tell anyone what they had been doing. On the positive side, however, Heather had never slept with him, so at least she could say he hadn’t stolen her innocence, or her heart, the stupid hoe-bag.

Heather fell asleep thinking of Ryan and what, if anything, was going to happen the upcoming day.
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