Born For This (Avril)

[Lewymocha Original]

Excellent!

[puppydog32jr]

Originally Posted by waitingxforxyou

A random Hayley, haha. I thought about it making Hayley of Paramore, but then I was like "That so wouldn't fit, and Hayley Williams doesn't seem mean at all."

Update coming either later today or tomorrow.

Ohh, I thought it was Hayley from Paramore. Aha,,!

[waitingxforxyou]

Update will be coming later, it's written, but it's not typed. Plus I want to stay a little ahead.

[Seyary_Minamoto]

...pleeease... post it.... preety pleeeeease...

[ktg205]

woo new story! what's hayley up to?

[waitingxforxyou]

Chapter Two

There’s a reason why I’m so interested in words, why I value them, why I try not to waste them. It’s because I work with them.

I’m a reporter for L.A. Weekly, the most infamous tabloid around. We’re the ones who told you about Nicole Richie’s pregnancy, Britney’s aborted third pregnancy, Hilary Duff’s drug use, Pete Wentz’s sex tape. And it doesn’t even matter that most of those aren’t true.

L.A. Weekly’s editor in chief, Tom Greeley, doesn’t care about the truth. If anything, he tries to avoid it. Copies sold are the only thing he cares about, not lies, not hurting other people, not integrity.

He comes up with the outlandish topics. We go off to write the sensationalized stories. Then our offices are flooded with calls from celebrities’ publicists, cursing at us and threatening legal action.

It’s his fault I’m in this mess.

I hate working here. I hate being affiliated with all of these lies.

I didn’t know what this tabloid was about until after I was hired. I was fresh out of college and just sent out my resume anywhere, biting my nails and hoping for a response. This was the first place to call me and before I knew it, I was hired.

Now, a year later, I’m wishing I had held out for something better.

But let’s face it, a paycheck is a paycheck. And with my student loans, I could use one. Badly.

So basically, I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do. And in this case, it means hurting Avril Lavigne.

But I guess should backtrack a little bit.

* * * * * *

Three months earlier…

Flowers, pretty flowers. I’ve never seen so many in my life. I think I’ll just lie down in a field of them.

“Hayley!”

Oh, the flowers are saying my name, how nice. They obviously enjoy my company.

“Hayley Scott!” a voice screams right in my ear. I fall out of my chair, bump my head on my desk, and come awake with a gasp on the floor.

Okay, that is definitely not flowers saying my name. Judging by the cigar smell, and raspiness, it can only be my boss.

“Ummm…what?” I mumble, trying to gather my scattered thoughts.

“What are you doing?”

I peer up at Tom Greeley. He’s chomping the end of a cigar in his mouth, though a sign in the office clearly says “No smoking.” His thin black hair is greased back and I can smell the remains of his tuna salad lunch.

“I’m…uh, I’m…” I yank my skirt back to a decent level, stand, and brush off my suit jacket.

“Do you want me to tell you what you’re doing?”

It’s a rhetorical question. He’s just going to tell me anyways.

Sure enough, he does. “You are sleeping on the job! Does the work here not amuse you enough? Should I let you go find more entertaining work that you’ll stay awake for?”

I grit my teeth. “A better question is, why am I so tired? I’ll tell you why! Because you had my staking out that new club downtown, waiting for Paris Hilton! Who didn’t show up until three a.m.! I was up ‘til six writing that damn story, then had to be here at nine. You do the math.”

“Hm.” Greeley chews on his cigar. “Staff meeting in ten minutes.” He stalks off.

I roll my eyes. What an asshole. I wait until he’s out of sight and then relax in my chair again.

Staff meeting, hah. “Meeting” implies that there’s a discussion with opinions represented. For Greeley, it’s an invitation to scream out his topics, whatever stupid idea he’s concocted in his office. How he gets away with it, I don’t know. I just patiently follow his orders until I can get a better job and actually use my talent.

I make my way to the meeting room. I’m early and a few minutes later, my fellow haggard-looking reporters come in.

Greeley marches in. “What have you all got for me?”

Someone else speaks up, much to my relief.

“I think we should do a piece on Britney Spears,” another reporter suggests. “She’s out of rehab, has custody of her kids again, and is ready for her comeback. I think it’d be a nice positive piece.”

“No questions about her past crazy antics?”

“Well, no—“

“Forget it.”

Greeley walks around the mahogany table. As he does, I catch him peeking down all of the girls’ shirts. Disgusting. I discreetly pull my shirt up to my neck.

“Do you know who I’d really like to nail?”

Literally or figuratively? I wonder and smother a giggle.

“What’s so funny, Miss Scott?” Greeley turns his beady eyes on me and I gulp. “Is there an amusing joke you’d like to share with us?”

“No sir,” I reply.

He stares at me for another long minute, then resumes his circuit of the room. “As I was saying, does anyone know the one celebrity I’d like to nail to the wall? I’ll give you a hint, she’s number one on the Billboard charts.”

Blank faces are all around the table and I rack my brain, thinking of the latest headlines and names in the news.

Got it!

I tentatively raise my hand. “Avril Lavigne with her fourth album, Turnabout.”

Greeley points a chubby finger at me. “Miss Spit at the Paparazzi herself! Sold to the lady in blue, you got the story.”

I gape at him. What the hell just happened? And why do I have a feeling I’m not going to like it?

[Lewymocha Original]

Wow! excellent story!

[elastics.]

You know, I really do likeTurnabout for an album name. And the only reason he was mad about Hayley sleeping on the job was because he wasn't with her [sleeping]

[puppydog32jr]

YAY! Lol, that's amazing Nicole, this story is amazing, I love it! Muahaha!

Dunh dunh dunhhhhhhhh!!