Hollywood Harem follows the lives of Hollywood’s young elite through the ups and down of fame and family life. Led by the charismatic and outrageous Kalen Camden, the group of young celebrities face life’s hardest moments while presenting the face of perfection their fans expect and their detractors attack. They are the future of Hollywood, loving their fame and reveling in their infamy...
Kalen, with his book bag slung over his shoulder and suitcase rolling behind him, jogged towards the idling limousine. He nodded to the waiting driver as he slid in and realized she was not his usual driver. Wonder what happened to Tanya? He wondered, dropping his bags to the floor as the door was closed and locked. Eh, whatever. He leaned down and opened his book bag, pulled out a pack of Marlboros and his tablet before lighting up and leaning back. Probably jus’ wanted a long overdue vacation.
He was scanning his emails, looking for anything not related to his public escapade with Delilah when a new message icon flashed across the center of the screen. He swiped his finger across the green box and Drake’s picture popped up with Care for a chat? beside it.
“Not really,” he mumbled. “Every time I talk to you some new bullshit happens. Enough of that, thank you.” Before he could close the app, another message appeared.
Oh, come now, dear Kalen. You cannot still be cross with me.
“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes and dropped his head. With an annoyed sigh he opened the VideoChat app and accepted Drake’s request. The screen flashed and Drake’s image filled the screen. He was lying naked on his bed beside a sleeping brown haired boy Kalen recognized but could not name.
“So what do you want now, Drake?”
“Simply checking in on my oldest friend, darling. I know about your little run-in with that naughty boy, Braden, and I was concerned about you.”
“Don’t call me that. And don’t lie, either. Everyone knows you only give a shit about yourself. So why’re you really annoying me?”
“You wound me,” Drake said, holding a hand to his chest. “And after I showed you the dishonesty of your supposed best friend.”
“Stop pretending you did that for anyone’s benefit besides your own.”
“I simply do not know why I still speak with you considering how cruel you are to me.”
“Neither do I. So I’m gonna go now.”
"Fine. I suppose you have no interest in a certain Southern belle’s recent activities then.”
“I’d ask what you mean but I can’t find the fuck to give.”
“As you wish, darling.”
Before Kalen could yell at him for again calling him “darling” Drake’s image disappeared.
“Asshole,” he hissed, shutting down the tablet and shoving it back into his book bag. “And who the fuck was that kid with him? Elmo? Erin?”
“Elijah.” A tired, sleep-filled voice said through a loud yawn.
“The fuck said that?” He looked up at the seat across from him and saw a bunched up blanket that seemed to wiggle on its own. “Driver?”
The privacy window slid down. “Yes?”
“Who’s back here with me?”
“That’d be Braden, dear.”
“What?” He reached across and grabbed the blanket, ripped it off the half-sleeping boy. “The fuck is he doing here?”
The limousine slowed to a stop and the driver turned around. “Because, dear, you two boys have a lot to talk about?”
“What are you…?” He looked up at the driver and his jaw dropped. “Mom?”
She pulled off the black cap and slid the sunglasses down her nose. “You should really pay better attention to who’s car you’re getting into. You know what kind of sickos and perverts are out there, dying for a chance to do such dirty, illegal things to you.”
“Okay… And now that I feel totally creeped out… What the fuck is he doing here?”
“I told you, hon, you and he need to work things out. And to make sure you two have enough time to do that, we’ll be driving to Vegas.”
“Oh, hell no.” Kalen slumped back and crossed his arms. “I want him out.”
“Too bad, sweetie.” The limousine jerked forward and Kalen looked out the window at the expensive houses crawled by. “Oh, stop looking like you just lost your best friend.”
“No it isn’t, dear.”
Kalen pouted. “This is so not cool.”
“I’m a mom, dear. I don’t need to be cool. Now keep quiet till he wakes up fully. That tranquilizer is starting to wear off and he might have a bit of a hangover.”
“Tranq? Fuck, mom, what’d you do? Kidnap him?”
“Only with parental consent.”
“Remind me to kill my parents later,” Braden said groggily. “Fuck me, my fucking head…”
“Shit. He’s awake. Mom, seriously!”
"Tough titties, honey,” she sing-songed as the privacy window slid back up. Kalen stared hard at the tinted window separating him from his scheming mother.
“This is so fucked up.”
“You’re tellin’ me,” Braden groaned, pushing himself into a sitting position. “I was fucking drugged tonight.”
Kalen shook his head. “And for nothing, too.”
“C’mon, bro, don’t. We’re stuck here so maybe we can-”
“How about we just sit here in silence, eh? Cause there’s nothing you could say that I’d give a shit about.”
“I know. And ya know what? Still no fucks to hand out.”
- - - -
Drake was lying on his side, sliding his fingers along the smooth flesh of the sleeping boy beside him. He loved Elijah’s body; the look, the feel, the smell like baby powder. His silken hair, soft lips and always ready lower parts were a wonderful perk but what he really loved about the boy was inside; the sweet and sour that made him who he was. Elijah could be your best friend one moment and your worst enemy the next. If you were smart you stayed on his good side and ran if you found yourself on his bad. If you found forgiveness once there, you were damn lucky.
“I am so happy you are mine again. I missed you more than anyone else while I was away. These past few months have been the best of my life. I only wish you had not been so hurt before you and I-” His phone rang, cutting him off. “Of all the worst possible moments…” He reached behind him and grabbed his cell phone. “This better be life and death.”
“You got no idea, babe.”
“Lucky? What a surprise. And to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I got me a body problem. Thought you might be able to help with that.”
“How scandalous. Details?”
“Soon as you get your ass back to Cali.”
“Perfection. I am there now.”
“What? I thought you went back East.”
“I was planning to but you know how things can just… happen sometimes.”
“Whatever. So, how long…?”
“An hour. I will meet you at your place.” He hit the end button and dropped the phone on the bed. “Wake up, Elijah,” he whispered, kissing his chest. “We need to be somewhere.”
“Where?” Elijah asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.
“Remember Lucky Descartes?”
“She needs some of my specific kind of help.”
“Who’d she kill?” He asked, laughing.
“She did not say. I assume she will tell me when we meet her later.”
Elijah sat up quick and stared at Drake wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Fucker say what?”
- - - -
Lucky woke up beside Carl in a dirty, rundown shack of a house in one of the more dangerous parts of Los Angelus to the sounds of sirens screaming by. When the high-pitched wail ripped through her she jumped off the bed and scrambled for the door.
“Yo, Luck, calm down.”
“But, but, but…”
“Relax, girl. You hear that all the time here.” Lucky fell against the door in a fit of giggles. Carl looked at her as though she had finally cracked. “How much shit you do last night?” He pushed himself off the bed and went to her. “Seriously, you alright?”
She turned to him and the laughter turned to crying as she fell into his arms. “What… what the hell happened last night?”
Carl felt his stomach twist. “I, I wish I knew, Luck, I…”
She looked up at him; he wiped away her tears.
“What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know. Cops, maybe?”
“Cops? Fuck!” She pulled away from him, fell against the door. “Cops! Are you that fuckin’ tweaked that you don’t see how incredibly stupid that idea is? Okay, okay, and what would we say? How do we explain us being at that fucking crack house and him being dead and us running like, like, like…”
Carl shook his head and backed away. A million scary thoughts were running through his head and nothing he did could slow them down. Since he had found Lucky covered in his brother’s blood he had not had a single moment where he could think clearly and figure out a way out of the mess.
“Damn it, Luck, I don’t fuckin’ know! Fuck me, I don’t know. My brother’s dead, splattered all over that shit hole and, and I’m so close to totally reaking out I don’t know what the fuck to think!” He dropped to his knees, punched the floor over and over.
“Calm down,” Lucky said, crawling over to him.
“I’m scared.” He looked at her through the blur of tears. “I’m only fifteen and my life’s over. Once the cops find him…”
“No, no, don’t think like that.”
“How should I think? And when’d you get so fucking calm?” He realized, as he wiped his tears, that she was calm now. No longer crying or breathing heard she seemed completely in control.
She smiled devilishly. “When I remembered who my friends are.”
- TO BE CONTINUED -