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commented
while leafing through the pages of US Weekly.
    “Did you forget? Brandon’s flying in from Seattle today. I
took the week off.”
    Technically, Troy could take as much time off as he wanted.
His upscale hair studio near Burbank practically runs itself.
    I’m actually excited that Brandon is coming for a visit.
Since he took a job with an architectural design firm and moved to Seattle
right after graduation, he doesn’t get to L.A. often. Sometimes I think if he
wasn’t dating my best friend, I’d never see Brandon.
    Life after college sure changes people. Brandon, Troy, and I
grew up together in Harlem and were thick as thieves. They transferred to UCLA
when I threatened to never return to L.A. after my freshman year. We walked
across that big UCLA stage together. Then everything changed. Suddenly, life
took a hold of my sacred threesome and shook us until we were forced to grow up
and be adults.
    Brandon and Troy realized that they were soul mates and
began dating. I met the love of my life twice and then got engaged to the real
love of my life. Troy started working with a celebrity hair stylist and his
career took off. And I posted a story on my blog about Beyonce and Jay-Z,
scooped all the major celebrity gossip sites, and FangirlSqueal.com catapulted to the highest ranks in the blogosphere.
    Take that Queen Perez.
    Well, at least Troy is here. He bought the townhouse right
next to mine. Two years ago, we tore down the walls that separated our homes
and now we have a massive 2500 square foot townhouse in North Hollywood.
    Not too shabby for a hair stylist and an entertainment
journalist. Not a blogger. I simply refuse to introduce myself as Savannah
Ford, gossip blogger. I have a Master’s Degree in Communication. I’ve won
awards for my blog and social media expertise. I’m not just a blogger. A census
taker called me a blogger once…the rest is history. Just kidding.
    “Looks like there’s trouble in paradise,” Troy practically
sang as he looked at his phone.
    I was ignoring (or enjoying) the constant vibration of my
Twitter notifications as my phone sat in my pocket. Something big had happened
while I was trying to recover from another one of my father’s attempts to marry
me off. Something is always happening in Hollywood. I’d be out of a job if
celebrities stayed in the house.
    “What happened?” I asked while picking through the fruit
bowl for something that wasn’t brown and mushy.
    “Paparazzi caught Victoria Williamson and Cash Myers in a
heated argument outside of their hotel in San Francisco,” Troy read aloud from
his phone. “Cash made the trip home to Los Angeles alone last night while
Victoria traveled back to New York where filming on her new movie is set to begin.
It is unclear whether the couple will reunite in Vegas for the last show of
Cash’s six month tour.”
    “That means nothing,” I replied as if I wasn’t itching to
run down to my office, log on to my Facebook group, and discuss what the hell
was going on with Cash and Victoria.
    I guess some would call me a SUPERFAN. In fact, that’s the nicest
thing they call me. However, I fell in love with Cash’s music eight years ago
and have been his number one fan ever since. Besides, part of my job is to stay
up to date with the business of celebrities. There is something different about
Cash though. He has definitely grown into his music and deserves all of the
success he has. I’m glad to have been there since the beginning.
    “He looks good though,” Brandon said and slid his phone over
to me.
    I tried not to drool over the paparazzi picture of Cash and
Victoria standing by the valet stand at the Marriott. But he was shirtless and
tan and –OH MY GOD!- did he not have on underwear? His jeans were hanging so
low on his hips that I could faintly make out a glimpse of his happy trail.
    “Goddamn,” I said under my breath. “I see he’s been hitting
the gym.”
    “Goddamn is right!” Troy snapped his