This World Sucks And The Paparazzi Is Wild
“So,” Tom claps his hands together “I was thinking maybe we could go get some Italian from that fancy plac-“
“I want burger.” Tony cuts him off, looking at Mark and giving a half smile. “You guys got burgers here, right? We’re in Hollywood so going by my world, there's an In 'n Out somewhere in this state.”
The two actors look at each other strangely. “Yeah,” Mark drags out the syllable “We got In ‘n Out.”
“Great. Let’s go,” Tony walks right out of the room, leaving Mark and Tom. Mark simply shrugs and follows along as Tom stands there gaping.
“Sorry, kid. Maybe next time?” He tries to be empathetic, but he’s laughing a little which causes a small smile to form of Tom’s face.
“Guess it wasn’t meant to be,” the celebrity pulls himself from his stupor to catch up with the two others.
They barely make it down through the elevator when all of the sudden, people show up out of no where. They’d only left a few minutes after Peter and friends, so did they get the same amount of people coming at them?
Tony didn’t really want to think about Peter being swamped with girls like these, clinging onto Tom like their lives depended on it. They had to awkwardly shuffle through everyone to even get to the front door of the lobby, stopping every few seconds to take a picture or sign something. Going outside wasn’t much different from inside. Maybe there were a few more people and some extra screaming that Tony didn’t really like, but it was the same thing. They couldn’t even get to the parking garage to grab Mark’s car instead.
Tom flipped up the hood of his jacket, placing sunglasses firmly on his face and Mark pulled out a baseball cap from seemingly no where. They had to start speed-walking when the reporters showed up and now they were wondering if hunger was really worth all this mess.
“God and I thought the paparazzi was bad in New York,” the billionaire mumbles to himself when the group of celebrities manages to lose the crowd of people.
“Yeah, well before it was just you. Now there’s three of us big star celebrities with a new movie in theaters, there’s bound to be more people.” Mark replies, turning behind him to look for any crazy fans.
They still wanted to go back to the car and drive out to grab some food, but hey can’t go back now when everyone there have most likely put it all over Twitter and instagram, meaning more people are showing up.
Right in front of them was some hole-in-the-wall generic pizza place. Guess they’d be getting Italian after all. If you can even call it Italian.
Tom ordered and paid for the food, and they walked four blocks just to make it to the back of their resort hotel and get in through a mini golf course. They walked up the stairs and by the time they finally got to the room, the three of them practically collapsed. They had to drag themselves to the couch and sat the pizzas on the coffee table, nome of them spoke and the only noise that could be heard was them chewing. It reminded Tony a lot of that time he and the Avengers got shawarma after a huge fight.
About five minutes later, Peter had shown up with Capsicle 2.0 and Robert. Why the hell didn’t they get a million people to chase them down the street?
"What happened to you three" Robert was laughing. He probably knows what it feels like to be in his shoes.
Tony gives him a tired look and rolls his eyes "I thought I had it bad in my world, but trying to eat out with these two celebrities was so much worse,"
They nod in agreement, and continue to slowly chew on the food.