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By Pup_Churro · Posted
Hi everyone, I am pretty new to writing abdl fiction, so please be nice but constructive. Feedback is appreciated. Premise: 22-year-old Anderson Keller is Hollywood's bad boy, but an incident has turned his career upside down. Enjoy! Chapter 1: Anderson paced in the living room of his Hollywood apartment as all the entertainment news sites and shows were airing his dirty deed in front of the whole world. “This is Evening Tea with Josh Tea. Tonight's top story Hollywood Bad Boy Anderson Keller shows us he is just a stinky boy.” The entertainment host announced before letting out a chuckle. “Let's roll the clip,” the entertainment host instructed. The screen cut to a video of Anderson. There was Anderson in tight light wash skinny jeans and a tight heather grey t-shirt. Filmed by strangers this morning in a popular WEHO coffee shop. After coming back in from a wrong order. “Are you guys stupid, I said oat milk, you fucking excuse of a person,” Anderson biliterated the poor barista who looked on the verge of tears. “I do not look this good every morning if I consume fucking dairy.” Anderson continued slamming the iced latte down on the pick-up counter making a mess. “Now clean this up and get me your manager. You are so fired.” Anderson continued. Tears started to stream from the barista's face as she ran to the back to get her manager. Some customers booed at Anderson while some started to get their cameras to film the incident. “Oh, shut up!” Anderson growled. A man in his early thirties with green highlights came out the back to meet with Anderson at the counter. “I am so sorry we got your order wrong mister, what can we do to make it right? A remake?” The manager offered. “I want the girl who poisoned me fired. I want your ass to make me a new sugar free vanilla latte with oat milk and I want a refund,” Anderson fumed. Soon enough Anderson's stomach gurgled like it was fighting a war. Anderson grabbed his stomach and groaned. “Hey, are you alright,” the manager asked. “Where are your bathrooms?” Anderson replied with a question. “On the other side of the store,” The manager pointed to a door on the far side of the coffee shop. Anderson with stomach in hand attempted to rush to the bathroom but became unsteady. He grabbed a chair to hold himself up. He was almost there. “UGH,” Anderson groaned as his stomach was losing a battle. He fell to his knees as his stomach cramps were only getting worse. One sip of a latte with dairy was the victor. As everyone filmed and watched Anderson mess his jeans. Anderson with tears in his eyes rushed out of the store cursing slurs to everyone in the store. Anderson continued to pace in his living room, as he was expecting his manager to come knocking any moment now. The whole world saw him shit himself. His bad boy image ruined like those jeans peaking in his master bathroom's trash can. Anderson in some clean grey sweats and an old band tee decided to change the channel and hope there was one that wasn’t covering this morning's incident. “Crybaby of the week goes Anderson Keller,” a young woman wearing a skimpy business suit announced. Anderson changed the channel once more. “Let’s talk about Anderson Keller, is his career ruined like his pants?” A man in a cardigan asked a panelist of entertainment specialists. “Let’s face it, not even my 3-year tantrums that bad when they go poop in their big kid undies. And they make it to the bathroom 90% of the time” One of the entertainment specialists commented. “Looks like Anderson is going to need a lifeline and some pull-ups,” Another specialist said laughing. Anderson decided just to shut off the tv. Letting himself fall onto the couch. He deeply sighed, rubbing his temples, getting his brown curly hair out of his face. DING DONG! The doorbell announced. Anderson slowly got up from the couch reluctantly going to answer the door knowing it was his manager, and ex-boyfriend. Anderson slowly opened the door to see a man in his mid-fifties with salt and pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard. Lucas Mills, stood in the hallway Anderson's former boyfriend, and now business manager. He carried a leather briefcase. “Well, are you gonna let me in,” Lucas asked. Anderson let Lucas in walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Lucas followed. Before getting a glass Lucas rustled Anderson's perfect brown hair. A long silence erupted as both men were standing in front of each other at the kitchen island. Anderson filled the glass with filtered water from his fridge. “First order of business how are you holding up buddy,” Lucas asked, breaking the silence. “How do you think I am doing,” Anderson replied with a hint of anger. “The whole world saw me embarrass myself. My life is over, my career is over, “Anderson blurted. “Hey bud, we don’t self-deprecate. Not while I’m here,” Lucas replied as trying to console a child. Anderson faced palmed and groaned in frustration. “2nd order of business, Marvel pulled out. This morning incident confirmed you weren’t the right person to represent the brand in their next featured project. The edgy tv show about vampires also does not want you to return. They are gonna kill off your character. And well, you lost a handful of brand deals. I know. I know it looks grim right now.” Lucas explained. Anderson sighed. Putting his hands on his face again. “Hey bud, look at me, I want to see those lovely eyes.,” Lucas said, reaching out, touching Anderson's arm. Anderson removed his hands from his face. Staring at Lucas. “There are those ocean eyes,” Lucas announced. Anderson wanted to just disappear. “3rd order of business. Things aren’t that bad. We spin this. You were acting out because you have bowel issues. You were never an arrogant brat. Some good pr, we turn you into a boy next door who was hurt and embarrassed. We get you on some late-night talk shows. Fuck it, we get you on daytime ones too.” Lucas explained. “You want to spin this into I’m an adult in their early twenties who can’t hold their shit,” Anderson growled. “It’s not that bud, plenty of people….” Lucas stared before getting cut off by Anderson. “If you call me bud again. I’m gonna crash out. You will be out of this apartment needing stitches. Get to the point already,” Anderson angrily snarled. “Well, there is a brand willing to work with you. It’s a little unorthodox, but if you let me run the pr. It can be great. If the boy next door image works, you can play heroes not villains. There is also a reality competition series interested in you. Oh, and a movie part. Not a superhero one but a romcom.” Lucas continued. “What’s the brand willing to work with me?” Anderson asked on the verge of losing his patience. Lucas gulped knowingly that Anderson would not like the deal offered. “Kozi Kare….an adult diaper brand….” Lucas nervously stated. Expecting the worst coming from Anderson. “You got to be kidding me. I am not an unpotty-trained child.” Anderson angrily snarled. He grabbed the closest thing near him which was the glass of water he got when Lucas first came to the kitchen and threw it against the wall shattering. “You said you are not a child and yet you throw a tantrum breaking glass in the kitchen. I have been very empathic and patient with you Anderson. You have options. Clean up the mess you did and clear your head. I will be back first thing in the morning and expect an answer,” Lucas said at his limit. Lucas grabbed his leather briefcase and stormed out of Anderson's apartment. Leaving Anderson, to clean up the mess he created. Sweeping up shards of broken glass and pieces of his dignity. Before heading to bed, he looked at himself in the mirror. Was he prepared to change his image to save his career or was he ready to leave Hollywood behind? Become a has been who’s acting career plummeted due to a short temper and an accident. Both were terrible choices. He did not want to make either. Anderson took a deep breath and sent a text to Lucas falling into the only comfort he had left his bed.
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