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Chaz was in the middle of feeding Monty when there was a knock at his door. “Just a second.” He muttered as he put two cups of gourmet dog food into the bowl and set it on the floor. The knocking became more and rabid. “Jesus, calm down!” He called.

“Eat up, baby girl.” He said rubbing her head before he moving from the kitchen and headed down the hall to the front door. Chaz unlocked all seven locks and put in the alarm code before opening it.

His eyes met the starlet’s. The two had called it quits a while back. She’d moved on to begin having an on and off again relationship with a costar of her from a movie. Chaz had gone back to hooking up with groupies. Every so often she was here at his door after a big fight with her boyfriend.

“What was the fight about this time?” He asked.

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Chaz took another hit from the bong before passing it to Carter. He laughed loudly and looked at Madison before blowing smoke into the air. “Alright. Mads. I dare you to make out with Car. Like really make out. Straddle him and everything, and there had to be tongue.” He smirked.

Carter to a long hit and looked up. “Wait what?” He laughed.

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Chaz sat across from Madison. The group was out to lunch. Clarissa, Madison. Clarissa was back for a week and insisted they all go out to eat. Chaz listened to Clarissa talk about her annoying movie mom, he nodded a few times, kind of zoning out.

On of his long legs was stretched out and his eyes moved to Madison’s when he felt her foot on it. He smirked over so slightly. The two had shared a very heated time in his dressing room a few nights ago.

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“So your my brother’s fake girlfriend huh?” Clarissa when the girl entered the kitchen. “Cute, better than the last bitch he was actually dating.” The starlet had let herself into Chaz’ apartment, something she did often to check up on him. “He’s out. Recording studio. He’ll most likely come back all moody and drink the rest of the night.” She shrugged.

“I brought Chinese if you’re hungry. Charlie hates it, but it’s my favorite.”

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Chaz walked into his condo and stormed into the kitchen. He could hear the heels clicking behind him. “You don’t have to follow me, no Paps around.” He said in a harsh tone. He didn’t like the fake relationship thing whatsoever. He couldn’t do anything fun.

He opened the fridge and pulled out the milk, opening it up he brought it to his lips and took a drink from the carton. “You still pissed at me?” He asked. “Look if we never kiss in public, people aren’t gonna buy it. It’s bad enough you look disgusted around me.”

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Chaz sat in the music studio that was in his basement. He banged on the drums, not really playing anything just making a cool beat. He stopped and tossed the drumsticks. The male took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Do you like specialize in babysitting famous people that are hot messes??? or is this like a Get Him To The Greek type of thing. Did you pull the short straw? Lose a bet? Are you kissing ass?” Chaz smirked.

“How much info on me do your have on that ipad?” He stood up. “Are you hungry? Sorry if I’m talking to fast. I’m like super high on...something right now.”

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The say that Chaz Harper was a hot mess was a real understatement. He’d gotten into the lime light because it ran in the family. Chaz had been a cute little singing heart thob, now he was a has-been. He’d met Madison at a party and the two became fast friends. Then she went MIA for a while. Sent to rehab, is what he’d heard. She hadn’t called him or emailed him. Not even an @’d tweet. Nothing.

Here he was at some Hollywood party sitting on the floor of the bathroom, drinking a vodka cranberry after, debating on if he should pull out the bag of coke he had in his pocket.

The door opened and he pulled his very long legs back. “Hey!” He said looking up. It was her. Madison. “Oh shit.” He said taking another drink.

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