Beckett is the black and I'm the red.
*Pulls up chair at table, waiting impatiently for Mr. Hunky Beckett to show.*
"Well, when you put it that way - I'm right here. (winks)"
"Good grief man you didn't have to sneak up on me next time give a girl a warning, I could have gone into cardiac arrest!"
"I have that effect on a lot of women, trust me."
"mhmm I'm sure you do (winks.) Before we start I just want you to know I'm really blunt and I don't hold back, is that gonna be a problem?"
"Gonna be a problem? Damn, I think I might want to date you now. (winks)"
*Blushes* stop that *blushes again* Alright let's not beat around the bush all the ladies are probably wondering (not that I really care because I'm wondering so I'm asking) Boxers or briefs, or do you like the boys to breathe?"
"Boxers."
"Now say that MTV was to make a movie out of your life who would you pick to play you and why?"
"There's no actor alive that can do me justice, baby.. I'd have to play myself."
"Sounds Kinky."
"You know it....um...I better stop talking like that or Star's gonna get pissed. (winks)"
"I'm sure she would I mean if you were my man...*starts coughing uncontrollably* alright moving on, favorite band?"
"I get told I look like Adam Levine a lot. I mean, he's not as good looking as me, but I guess I sort of see the resemblance. But my band's way better than Maroon 5. I guess I'll go with my band - Beckett"
"Cocky little thing arent cha? But... speaking of Adam in all his fine glory and his tats when did you first get yours?"
"You had to go there, didn't you? I got my first one with my older brother Tate. I was 16. My parents were not happy, but like I always say, it's my life, right?"
"Uhh... yea I had to go there I warned ya from the beginning I'm not like other people, but does anyone listen to me NO. Ugh getting off track again *as I stare at his lovely muscular chest* *clears throat* so um.. how do you keep that fine body looking so fine?" *five seconds later* "Wait... maybe I shouldn't have asked that because you're ego is gonna go out the window... bahh just answer it."
"Did I mention I have a fan club? You're welcome to join. Oh hell. Don't tell Star I said that. I've given up my fan club now." *two second later* "My ego isn't so bad. You sound like Star."
"Okay two things one, you're totally avoiding the question and two, I would never join your fan club hunny, no offense to me but I don't spend my time chasing after men it's the other way around."
"Now you really sound like Star. It's okay I like a girl with spunk. More of a challenge that way."
"Still avoiding the question and don't think you can bat your cute little eyes at me and I'll forget I asked what you do to stay fit because I won't"
"Not avoiding the question. Just don't know how to answer. I guess I'm just cursed with this body."
"How typical lol alright so when you're wrong *points finger waving it at him* and yes I know you're wrong sometimes is it hard for you to admit it?"
"When am I ever wrong? Okay, I guess you know the story with Star and me so I can't lie to you. Yes, the truth is that I hate to admit when I'm wrong. Thankfully it's not too often."
"Alright so the interview is winding down because I don't want to bore the viewers you know how cranky they can sometimes be when things just go on and on... but name 4 things you can't live without? Yes I said four and I know it's normally 3 but 3 is unlucky so we're going with 4."
"Star, music, my guitar and well, I'm not sure I should say my last one. It may be a little too personal. It's something most guys can't live without and I'll let you figure out what that is. (winks)"
"Mmm...thank you so much for taking the time to let me pick your brain it's been...most interesting, you totally popped my interview a rockstar cherry I think you for that" *winks*
"Thanks. It was interesting for me too."
*Stands up and holds out hand*
"I think a hug would be more appropriate, don't you think? I mean, you did ask a lot of personal questions"
"Well I just totally wanted to touch you but hey more touching with the hugging so let's do it"
*Beckett walks out the door while I stare at his arse, thinking to myself what a nice arse it is.*
Alright also have to give our model Doug Cornwell props, because without him we couldn't oogle these pics (winks)
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