Listening to: Mr. Cellophane - John C. Reilly
Playing: Perfect Pair Solitaire
It was a normal day. Nothing crazy or unexpected was supposed to happen; my sister and I were going shopping at a store we'd never been to before. But as I'm walking down the plaza I notice someone very familiar walking into a store.
Letting my sister walk ahead, I quickly walked over to him, trying not to draw attention to both of us. "Aren't you Bradley Cooper?" Without answering, Bradley tried to walk into the clothing store and ignore me. "Hey, wait! Can I have a hug?"
While most people ask for autographs or pictures, I liked hugs. They're more memorable and it's more fun to say I hugged a person instead of getting their autograph. I even told him I didn't want those, I said, "just a hug."
"No, I don't think so," he responded, smiling, and walked backward a few steps before vanishing into the store.
I stood there for a moment, thinking about how I should go find my sister and see what mayhem she'd gotten herself into. Well, maybe Bradley was me standing there and took it as if I was upset and/or desperate to hug him. He walked to the doorway of the store with two pairs of ladies underwear; one pink with green lace, the other pink with zebra stripes; both were thongs.
"I'll hug you if you wear one of these," he smiled sleazily, twirling the hangers so I could see the demeaning undergarments in all their glory.
Dick , I thought. "I'll take the pink one," I replied snarkily before strutting away confidently and into the store my own sister was in. I didn't need to hug him that badly.
I located my sister quickly, who was looking in a tall column mirror and twirling, watching her reflection. I walked to her, but as soon as I was next to her she opened the mirror to reveal more clothes.
"How did you know it did that?" I laughed as she closed the mirror. That was when I noticed my own reflection; I looked hot . No wonder Bradley wanted me in those thongs. Damn, I look good. It wasn't cocky thinking, it was me boosting my own self-confidence. In the mirror I noticed someone standing behind me, and smirking I turned around to face him.
"Can I hug you?" I asked, although this time it wasn't Bradley-the-ass-Cooper I was inquiring to.
"Why?" Leonardo DiCaprio questioned quietly, leaning in while his beard scruff tickled me on the cheek.
"Because you're Leonardo DiCaprio and I want to say I hugged Leonardo DiCaprio," I stated matter-of-factly.
"Okay," he said.
And we hugged. My heart raced a little because while I wasn't nervous talking to celebrities, hugging them was a different thing. I will never forget how solid and warm Leonardo was. It was a beautiful hug.
He told me that maybe he'd see me at a premier party for his new movie, which I highly doubted, and he apologized for something. It was quite possible he was apologizing on Bradley's behalf and came to find me, but I didn't care. I just knew to never watch another Bradley Cooper movie again.
He then walked away, striking a pose with an almost cowboy/ serial killer hat.
And that, my lovelies, is how I dreamed I met Bradley Cooper and Leonardo DiCaprio. It was too good to not write a story about xD