LOST AND FOUND - ALYSSA PERRINE: CHAPTER THREE PREVIEW

Alex threw her head back before looking around the ceiling. She never noticed it before, but there were hundreds of stars painted across the entire rooms ceiling. They moved across her field of vision, almost dancing with each other.

"Yeah, but it's not that easy, you know. You're probably used to all this media training, but I have zero clue what I'm doing. I can't just freak everyone out!"

Oliver shuffled his feet below him. "I don't think I'll be of use to you." he eventually said, picking his hands up in an moment of not knowing. 

"Okay. I know what to say. I'll just tell them I fell ill." She said, grabbing her laptop in her hands and pitter-pattering her fingers across the keyboard. "Are you serious? What did you just say about lying?" Oliver retorted, pushing the laptop screen shut. "Oh, come on! This is completely different. If people find out I'm staying at this hotel, they'll flip out. Like, seriously flip out. It would be bad for me, and probably you as well."

Oliver's hands hovered over the laptop screen for a moment before letting go. "You're going to cause a media storm. You know that, right?" 

Alex shrugged off his words. So what if she did? Her entire life was a confusing mess, so she might as well create a mess for somebody else to have to clean up. "Do you know who my managers are by chance?"

He laughed. "No, I don't. That information isn't as public as people would like to believe."

"Damn it. I have access to my contacts, but I don't know who is who. I could theoretically just call and ask everybody who they are, but that would look suspicious as fuck. Why wouldn't I know who they are? They'd figure it out easily." she shook her head at the end of her sentence.

"You're just going to have to wait for them to contact you, sadly."

Alex nodded, and laid down in her bed. Oliver eventually made his way out of her room and went about his day. He made it his mission to bother her, she thought, or at least, that's how he was acting. Constantly checking up on her. Constantly in her room. Could he never leave her alone? 

It was kind of nice to have somebody to talk to at first, but she was really driving herself insane. There's only so many things you can talk about when you're hooked up to an IV drip and forced to stay in bed all day. She was slowly losing her mind and going stir crazy.

She pulled her laptop back out and opened up her social media, with the drafted tweet still out. She kept it in her drafts, and tweeted a simple "hi" all lowercase. People quickly interacted and were relieved to see she was okay.

"Andie Gray Is OKAY" trended after that, and it made her heart swell a bit. To have two trending hashtags about her in the span of 48 hours was impressive, she thought, and she couldn't believe she was actually here.

She always dreamed of celebrity status as a kid. She always wanted to escape where she was previously living, and run away to a lifestyle of luxury and wealth where she could do anything she please, with anyone she pleased. She never expected to actually end up here one day. 

It was insane to think about, really. It was like her dreams had come true overnight, and she was just expected to deal with the downfall of everything that happened as a result. She wasn't allowed to speak on whatever happened, because she truly didn't know. 

It was going to be a long process, and she knew she was in for it.

The rest of the time in her hotel room had been spent diligently filling up pages of her journal with everything she could remember. She had her nightmares written down, which had been a reoccurring process when she was a teenager, so she assumed this was related to that. Journaling was really freeing for her. Like speaking to a friend who you didn't have to comfort or care for. 

Somebody who was forced to listen to you vent, and didn't need to be in a good head space to do so. It was easy to get her thoughts out when nobody was there eyeing her up like a piece of meat they were judging for quality and expectations on. No hard feelings, nothing in the way, just getting her feelings out and truly expressing herself.

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