The Red Stars

Elegant movie stars strut all god gave them, plus all the stuff their plastic surgeons gave them, as they glid across the red carpet with wide grins slapped on their faces, knowing that every step they trudge and every exhale they make is obsessively monitored and will soon be broadcasted on MTV and VHS for random people to criticize, and or, drool lustfully over.

A boney old woman with plastic like skin, sporting an extensive painful looking smile was speaking into a microphone and addressing a large camera that was scoping the newly arriving movie stars, who were bombarded by hundreds upon hundreds of flashes from cameras glued to the hands of swarming hoards of spectators behind velvet ropes.

"Oh lord! Here they come! The ones that proved there is such thing as "Happily ever after!" proclaimed the boney plastic woman ecstatically, as the camera she spoke to peered toward a statuesque young couple holding hands, each one equally freakishly slender and both the man and women having gorgeous feminine features. The man's long glossy light brown locks of curly hair cascaded around his angular face, with dark brown eyes beaming out of from his light tanned face.

His wife beside him had baby blue eyes, her eyebrows thinned, with her glittering blond straight hair coming down to her nonexistent hips. The only curve on the couple was in their luscious jet black lashes.

The love birds grinned brightly and stopped strolling forward just long enough to embrace each other in a tender side by side grope, the wife resting her head delicately on her husband's narrow shoulder, a dozen flashes later they continued on through the red carpet still attached together by the hand.

"The famous, beautiful, talented actress, AND pop singer diva, Stepha Fashion, she could have any man on earth, but she chooses her small town childhood friend, Kamouri, they've been married two years and are still drowning in love!" continued the woman in her overly dramatic covetous tone.

In a ornate marble six story mansion

11:00 P.M.

"Come here! We have to watch this exclusive they're doing on me!" barked Stepha sharply, as she sat cross legged on her monstrous heart shaped water bed, with her narrow blue eyes fixed on a fifty inch big screen with gargantuan speakers on either side of it.

"You're recording it, so I'll watch it later." Replied her love from the enormous bathroom connected to their room, where he splashed cold running water onto his light tan face.

"Fine, if I'm the only one taking our work seriously then-" began fuming Stepha.

"Coming, coming.." uttered Kamouri submissively, as he walked over to the end of the bed in his loose blue-gray sleeping garments.

On the television screen was an over weight man with black bulky glasses and a goofy smile, "What do I think of the Fashion Couple? Well..You can't tell which one's supposed to be the "husband", I'm serious, I don't think its fair when two gorgeous people get together. I believe there should only be one gorgeous person per couple."

"So, you're saying the husband is far too beautiful?" asked a disembodied voice.

The stoutly man folded his thick stubby fingers over his round belly and knodded silently then replied. "Yes, I guess you could say that."

The screen promptly changes so a stocky young woman now being interviewed, "Um, I think their relationship is cute, but I think it's only a matter of time before one of them cheats, I mean, I don't care how deeply in love they are with each other, the-"

"BITCH!" shrieked Stepha, glaring hatefully at the TV screen, with her teeth bared as they grinded together in rage.

"Why do you care what one person's opinion is? Your new movie will be a hit, and everyone will love you even more." Stated Kamouri in his soft almost opiate tone.

"Those idiot viewers will think what every they are told to! Soon everyone's going to question our perfect marriage! I will not allow myself to become one of those washed up movie stars no one remembers! You're not helping me! I'm all alone in this aren't I?!" spat stepha, turning her murderous glare to kamouri, who sat behind her with his eyes lowered to the mattress.

"Yes, you're right I'm sorry.." replied Kamouri mechanically, his brown eyes too far off to be reached.

Knuckles becoming pale as she Stepha clutched the remote viciously in her hand. "Don't patronize me!" she shot back, letting her arm fly forward chucking the remote at Kamouri, one side banging directly against his forehead, then fell into his lap leaving behind a small yet vivid red mark.

"Now look what you made me do..." groaned Stepha tediously, her glittery pink eyelids half closed impatiently, as she crawled over to Kamouri and lifted up his light mohogany locks and inspected the damage.

"It's just a nick, a little foundation will make it disappear." assured Stepha more to herself then him, while she stared at the mark thoughtfully.

"I'm not wearing makeup." retorted Kamouri firmly. Stepha's eyes suddenly became blue flames as they shifted down onto Kamouri's vacant dark brown ones. "You'll do what ever I say…" she stated ultimately.

Kamouri turned his face from her, and began scooting off the bed idly.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?!" snarled Stepha, her voice elevating in volume, as she grasped hold of Kamouri's boney wrist and jerking him toward her causing his frail body to fall onto its side.

Kamouri winced his eyes lightly, his bones felt so hollow and weak, it tore him inside being too frail to do simple things like keep his balance from a slight jerk.

"You planning to run off to your boyfriend's place and stay there all night again? Aren't you?!" seethed Stepha, glowering disgustfully down at Kamouri. "I'm never good enough for YOU or ANYONE! Am I?!""

Kamouri's head began to pulse like a lightning storm was growing in his skull, he laid his head back on the mattress closing his eyes and moaned in discomfort as his coming migraine and Stepha began making his temples throb painfully.

Stepha's eyes burned further as she scowled down at him, "Stop ignoring me! Stupid fag!" roared Stepha, tightening her grip on his wrist and hauling his light body to the metal bar bed post, straining her thin arms in order to do so, but rage and narcotics made her strong.

Kamouri lay limberly with his brown eyes almost completely squinted shut in discomfort, but the sudden feeling of cold metal going over his wrist awoke his pained dull senses.

Only once Stepha had crawled off the bed and started casually getting her clothes on did Kamouri begin to wonder what had put her mind at ease so rapidly. Straining his chin and peering up he found his wrist handcuffed to one of the metal bars lining the head of their heart shaped bed.

"What are you doing Stepha? Where are you going?" he asked, desperately trying to glance into her face as she leisurely put her earrings on in front of her vanity mirror, and with out answering him she grabbed her purse from the end of the bed, and her heels clicked off toward the door.

"Wait! You're not going to leave me like this." protested Kamouri, his brown eyes searching helplessly at Stepha's turned back. Stepha steps suddenly stopped, and turning coldly back at where his body lay horizontally on the bed with his right arm out stretched away from his side to where it was cuffed to the bedpost.

"Oh, that's right, how dumb of me." She replied simply, her heels clicking over the hard marble floor as she approached the bedside.

Kamouri prompted himself up on his elbows, and gazed curiously up at Stepha who didn't return his gaze, she simply stopped at the fancy nightstand by the side of the waterbed and took the cordless phone off its base, with a sharp turn she strutted away with it. "I'm not going to let you call your boyfriend over, what if those damn paparazzi are out stalking our house again?! They would have a fuckin field day, and I'm not fucking up my careers for you!"

"No, Stepha, wait!" shouted Kamouri, his eyes wide and flustered, but Stepha deafly opened the bedroom's double doors, dimming the lights in the room to a shady romantic tint just before slamming the doors behind her.

"Damn it…." Moaned Kamouri, hearing her heels click out of earshot, with a low sigh he allowed his defeated body to fall back onto the soft pillows at the head of the enormous heart-bed, laying his hand on a pillow close to the bar it was handcuffed to hoping to make himself more comfortable.

The titanic secluded mansion sat on a lively hill overlooking the country side, with civilization an hour's drive away. Even if someone was lurking around, the marble thick walls would never allow any sound to penetrate through; even so, Kamouri wouldn't dare have any one find him in this situation, if word got around about it, Stepha's and his "Fairy tale couple" image would be utterly shattered forever.

Kamouri past the hours gaping mutely up at the happy naked cherubs prancing among the clouds on the ceiling, as thoughts of how he and Stepha ended up like this swam through his mind.

A Flash back

Kamouri was fifteen years old when new feelings began to pulse through his gut and clog his throat, feelings of lust toward his lifelong friend, Kimmy, as she was known before she became a well known actress and vocalist. He became totally engulfed in thoughts of her, and only her, her minor imperfections, like few blemishes or any other "unappealing" natural features seemed meaningless if not nonexistent.

He knew her attitude issues very well, but she almost never burst out in anger at him, and it seemed very minor compared to all they had in common, and all the fun times they spent with each other. He never expected her anger issues to go away but he never imagined it would increase so dramatically, but stress and pressure drives people into doing many things that they shouldn't. His body became almost constantly alert and earnest, with hopes that she too wanted him as much as he wished to hold her in his arms. Finally he banished the fears of destroying their perfect friendship and kissed her lightly while she was sleeping next to him, when he lifted his face and reopened his eyes, Kimmy's face was beaming brightly back at him with such tender passion it was forever burned into his chest.

The sound of the giant sliding glass door from the balcony, broke Kamouri from his flash back, his back becoming rigid as he hauled himself into the best sitting position he could muster, his wide alert eyes searched around the dark room then suddenly fixed onto a tall slender figure wearing all black with a clown mask over the face area, the mute dark figure tip toed further into the extensive bedroom, Kamouri's breath became trapped in his throat as he eyed the clown mask as it slowly then quickly turned to face him dead on.

The Red Stars

Elegant movie stars strut all god gave them, plus all the stuff their plastic surgeons gave them, as they glided across the red carpet with wide grins slapped on their faces, knowing that every step they trudge and every exhale they make is obsessively monitored and will soon be broadcasted on MTV and VHS for random people to criticize, and or, drool lustfully over.

A boney old woman with plastic like skin, sporting an extensive painful looking smile was speaking into a microphone and addressing a large camera that was scoping the newly arriving movie stars, who were bombarded by hundreds upon hundreds of flashes from cameras glued to the hands of swarming hoards of spectators behind velvet ropes.

"Oh lord! Here they come! The ones that proved there is such thing as "Happily ever after!" proclaimed the boney plastic woman ecstatically, as the camera she spoke to peered toward a statuesque young couple holding hands, each one equally freakishly slender and both the man and woman having gorgeous feminine features. The man's long glossy light brown locks of curly hair cascaded around his angular face, with dark brown eyes beaming out of from his light tanned face.

His wife beside him had baby blue eyes, her eyebrows thinned, with her glittering blond straight hair coming down to her nonexistent hips. The only curve on the couple was in their luscious jet black lashes.

The love birds grinned brightly and stopped strolling forward just long enough to embrace each other in a tender side by side grope, the wife resting her head delicately on her husband's narrow shoulder, many flashes later they continued on through the red carpet still attached by the hand.

"The famous, beautiful, talented actress, AND pop singer diva, Stepha Fashion, she could have any man on earth, but she chooses her small town childhood friend, Kamouri, they've been married two years and are still drowning in love!" continued the woman in her overly dramatic covetous tone.

In a ornate marble six story mansion

11:00 P.M.

"Come here! We have to watch this exclusive they're doing on me!" barked Stepha sharply, as she sat cross legged on her monstrous heart shaped water bed, with her narrow blue eyes fixed on a fifty inch big screen with gargantuan speakers on either side of it, standing ten feet across from the foot of the heart shaped bed.

"You're recording it, so I'll watch it later." Replied her love from the enormous bathroom connected to their room, where he splashed cold running water onto his face.

"Fine, if I'm the only one taking our work serious then-" began snarling Stepha.

"Coming, coming.." uttered Kamouri submissively, as he walked over to the end of the bed in his loose blue-gray sleeping garments.

On the television screen was an over weight man with black bulky glasses and a goofy smile, "What do I think of the Fashion Couple? Well..You can't tell which one's supposed to be the "husband", no really, I don't think its fair when two gorgeous people get together, and I think there should only be one gorgeous person per couple." The screen promptly changes so a stocky young woman now being interviewed, "Um, I think their relationship is cute, but I think it's only a matter of time before one of them cheats, I mean, I don't care how deeply in love they are with each other, the-"

"BITCH!" shrieked Stepha, glaring hatefully at the TV screen, with her teeth bared as they grinded together in rage.

"Why do you care what one person's opinion is? Your new movie will be a hit, and everyone will love you even more." Stated Kamouri in his soft almost opiate tone.

"Those idiot viewers will think what every they are told to! Soon everyone's going to question our perfect marriage! I will not allow myself to become one of those washed up movie stars no one remembers! You're not helping me! I'm all alone in this aren't I?!" spat stepha, turning her murderous glare to kamouri, who sat behind her with his eyes lowered to the mattress.

"Yes, you're right I'm sorry.." replied Kamouri mechanically, his brown eyes still distant.

"Don't patronize me!" shot back Stepha, chucking the remote at Kamouri, the edge banging into his forehead dead on, then fell into his lap, leaving behind a small red mark.

"Now look what you made me do.." groaned Stepha tediously, her glittery pink eyelids half closed, as she crawled over to him and inspected the damage.

"It's just a nick, a little foundation will make it disappear." Assured Stepha more to herself then him, while she stared at the mark thoughtfully.

"I'm not wearing makeup." Retorted Kamouri firmly. Stepha's eyes suddenly became blue flames as they shifted onto Kamouri's vacant ones. "You'll do what ever I say…" she stated ultimately.

Kamouri turned his face from her direction and began scooting off the bed idly.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?!" snarled Stepha, her voice elevating in volume, as she grasped hold of Kamouri's boney wrist jerking him toward her causing his frail body to fall onto its side.

Kamouri winced his eyes lightly, his bones felt so hollow and weak, it tore him inside being too frail to do simple things like keep his balance from a slight jerk.

"You planning to run off to your boyfriend's place and stay there all night again? Aren't you?!" seethed Stepha, glowering disgustfully down at Kamouri. "I'm never good enough for YOU or ANYONE! Am I?!""

Kamouri's head started to pulse like a lightning storm was parting in his skull, he laid his head back on the mattress and moaned in discomfort as his coming migraine, and Stepha continued to pain him.

Stepha's eyes burned further as she scowled down at him, "Stop ignoring me! Stupid fag!" roared Stepha, hauling Kamouri's light body to the metal bar bed post, by his wrist, straining her thin arms since they were very much equally underweight.

Kamouri lay limberly with his brown eyes almost completely squinted shut in discomfort, but the sudden feeling of cold metal go over his wrist awoke his pained senses.

Only once Stepha had crawled off the bed and started getting her casual clothes on did Kamouri begin to wonder what had put her mind at ease so rapidly, straining his chin up he saw that his wrist was handcuffed to one of the metal bars lining the head of their heart shaped bed.

"What are you doing Stepha? Where are you going?" he asked, desperately trying to glance into her face as she casually put her earrings on in front of her vanity mirror, with out answering him she grabbed her purse from the end of the bed and began to walk toward the door.

"Wait! You're not going to leave me like this?" protested Kamouri, his brown eyes searching helplessly at Stepha's turned back. Stepha paused suddenly, turning coldly back at where his body lay horizontally on the bed with his right arm out stretched away from his side to where it was cuffed to the bedpost.

"Oh, that's right, how dumb of me." She replied simply, her heels clicking over the hard marble floor as she approached the bedside.

Kamouri prompted himself up on his elbows, and gazed curiously up at Stepha who didn't return his gaze, she simply stopped at the fancy nightstand by the side of the waterbed and took the cordless phone off its base, with a sharp turn she strutted away with it. "I'm not going to let you call your boyfriend over, what if those damn paparazzi are out stalking our house again?! They would have a fuckin field day, and I'm not giving up my careers for you!"

"No, Stepha, wait!" shouted Kamouri, his eyes wide and flustered, as Stepha opened and left through the redwood double doors slamming them closed behind her, dimming the lights to a shady romantic tint just before disappearing.

"Damn it…." Moaned Kamouri, hearing her heels click out of earshot, with a low sigh he allowed his defeated body to fall back onto the soft pillows at the head of the enormous heart-bed, laying his hand on a pillow close to the bar it was handcuffed to hoping to make himself more comfortable.

The titanic secluded mansion sat on a lively hill overlooking the country side, with civilization an hour's drive away. Even if someone was lurking around, the marble thick walls would never allow any sound to penetrate through; even so, Kamouri wouldn't dare have any one find him in this situation, if word got around about it, Stepha's and his "Fairy tale couple" image would be utterly shattered forever.

Kamouri past the hours gaping dully up at the happy naked cherubs prancing among the clouds on the ceiling, as thoughts of how he and Stepha ended up like this swam through his mind.

A Flash back

Kamouri was fifteen years old when new feelings began to pulse through his gut and clog his throat, feelings of lust toward his lifelong friend, Kimmy, as she was known before she became a well known actress and vocalist. He became totally engulfed in thoughts of her, and only her, her minor imperfections, like few blemishes or any other "unappealing" natural features seemed meaningless if not nonexistent.

He knew her attitude issues very well, but she almost never burst out in anger at him, and it seemed very minor compared to all they had in common, and all the fun times they spent with each other. And the tender kindness she tried to keep hidden in order to appear strong and in control. He never expected her anger issues to go away but he never imagined it would increase so dramatically, but stress and pressure drives people into doing many things that they shouldn't.

Kamouri's young body becameconstantly alert and earnest, with hopes that she too wanted him to hold her as much as he wanted to. Finally he banished the fears of destroying their perfect friendship and kissed her lightly while she was sleeping next to him one day, when he lifted his face and reopened his eyes, Kimmy's face was beaming brightly back at him with such tender passion it was forever burned into his beating chest.

The sound of the giant glass door slidding open from the balcony broke Kamouri away from his flash back, his back becoming rigid as he hauled himself into the best sitting position he could muster, his wide alert eyes searched around the dark room, then suddenly found and fixed on a tall slender figure clad all in black with a clown mask over the face, the silent dark figure tip toed further into the extensive bedroom, Kamouri's breath became trapped in his throat as he eyed the clown mask as it slowly then quickly turned to face him dead on.