Children of Hollywood

Summary: They were stuck together for the summer and one thing led to another. When school starts back up, how will they keep their secret from being revealed? Especially when a reality show is recording every move they make.

Author's Note: No, this is not a sequel to "It Was Only a Kiss." This is a completely different story with all new characters. Though, I have decided I will do a sequel with Justin. I have a basic plot thought up, but it is still in its brainstorming stage, so don't be expecting it anytime soon. This current story was started a while ago, and is several chapters in. I'd like to finish it up soon, so please let me know if it piques your interest. Thanks.

Chapter One

Kendall was walking down the narrow passage beneath the deck of the ship. It was way too cold to be above deck, considering they were on one of those humongous ice-breaker ships, parked alongside a solid surface of ice in Antarctica.

Her father was a movie director, and his latest film had taken the cast and crew to the coldest place on earth. It was no where near the first time her father dragged her along with him when filming, but considering the thirty-below temperatures and the viciously freezing winds, she would have passed on this one in a heartbeat, had she the option.

Unfortunately, her mother was working on a huge case back home and both of her parents thought accompanying her dad to the far reaches of the world would be an excellent learning opportunity.

So, here she was.

Of course, she wasn't the only teenager who was dragged along for the great learning adventure. Devon Bishop was also below deck on this blistering arctic morning. Devon was her age, attended her school, and had many classes with her. But, they were not friends. He represented everything Kendall loathed about Hollywood.

His mother, Serena Bishop, was a huge movie star. She was the Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan, and Sandra Bullock of the current time. Her movies were always box-office hits and the world loved her. And Devon, the gorgeous, sandy-haired, blue eyed, Hollywood-bred boy that he was, was a hit like his mother.

He first played a role with his mother when he was five. The cute little dimpled-boy was an overnight success and he went on to play in several top films over the next ten years. When puberty hit, Devon moved from the cute little boy roles, to teen idol roles. At seventeen, he already had three teen movies under his belt, and had already signed up for a fourth that would begin filming in a few short months.

The school the two attended was a private school. It catered to many different kinds of students, but mostly, it contained children of Hollywood. Whether those children were celebrities, children of celebrities, or children of other Hollywood workers, the school offered excellent learning capabilities with its off-campus classes and tutoring options.

The only thing students needed was a laptop and they could attend classes from anywhere in the world. A feature that made the school perfect for students who needed to be on set for a film or tv show and couldn't attend school everyday.

Because Martin Klein, Kendall's father, liked to drag her all over the world with him when he filmed, the school was ideal for her as well as the famous celebrities who also attended.

Passing by a few closed doors, Kendall was almost to the end of the corridor when an arm snaked around her waist and pulled her back into a strong, firm chest.

"And where do you think you're going?" Devon breathed in her ear.

Kendall raised an eyebrow, but it was pointless as he couldn't see her face from behind anyways. "I was considering going outside today."

Devon chuckled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "No you weren't."

"How do you know?"

He turned her around in his arms and pulled her closer until she had no other option but to wrap her arms around his neck. "Because I know you, Kendall. You hate the cold."

Kendall tilted her head to one side and scrutinized her companion. "Yeah, I do, but that didn't stop my dad from dragging me here," she shrugged, "besides, I've got that big old snow suit to put on."

Devon grinned, his eyes glazing over and filling with heat Kendall knew all too well. "Hmm, but wouldn't you rather have me keep you warm than an uncomfortable snow suit you can barely walk in?"

Kendall pretended as though she were considering her options. "Whoever said you weren't uncomfortable?" she teased.

"I'll show you uncomfortable," he told her, picking her up and spinning around so they were right in front of the door to his quarters. He pushed the door open and tossed her down on his bed before closing the door and turning the lock.

Before she could get up, he pounced on her, effectively trapping her beneath him. She giggled and wiggled, but he held his place, his lips coming down and tasting her flesh, his body moving above her's intimately.

This is what became of Devon and Kendall while in the inhumane conditions of Antarctica. As the cast and crew worked outside in the frozen arctic, the two teenagers kept each other warm and entertained below-deck.

They weren't friends. While Devon's group of close comrades consisted of other famous teen celebrities, Kendall chose to have more average friends. Other than a few snide comments passed between their groups during school, the two rarely spoke to each other.

She, obviously, knew who he was. He was well-aware of who she was. But neither had any desire to get to know the other better.

That was, until they were both the only teenagers stuck for three weeks on a ship in Antarctica.

It was summer, they were supposed to be living it up on the California beaches. Not having to bundle up and check their bodies frequently for any signs of frost bite.

Nevertheless, for three long weeks, that was exactly what they were left to do.

For the first three days, they avoided each other like the plague. But, sooner than anyone expected, boredom set in and Devon actually found himself searching the pretty teen out. While she constantly verbally assaulted him and his friends for almost every comment they made within her hearing distance, he couldn't deny the fact that Kendall Klein was indeed, a very pretty girl.

She had long, straight chestnut brown hair that fell to the center of her back. A few bangs and layers surrounded her delicate-looking face. Large, chocolate-colored doe eyes looked at everything with an innocent curious look, a deep sense of intelligence behind them. She wasn't model-tall, but she did stand at a decent average height of 5'7". And running track had left her with a thin, athletic body that many boys in their school frequently commented on.

She was probably the smartest kid in school, and she didn't hide that fact from anyone. Her mother was one of the most highly-paid lawyers in California, and her grandfather was a senator. So, being smart and opinionated ran in her blood. Although she enjoyed the creative process behind creating a movie, she had learned at a young age how disrespectful and conceited many actors could be, and she had despised most of them since, especially Devon's crew of celebrity students.

But, that didn't stop her from letting her guard down three days after boarding the ice-breaker ship. Devon had sought her out, and with her only other option being to go outside and turn blue from the cold, she quickly agreed to stay inside and hang out with the gorgeous-looking young man instead.

They teased and insulted each other for awhile, considering that was how they had always communicated, but that got old as well, and by the fifth day, they found themselves having actual conversations and learning more about the other than they knew about most of their closest friends.

It was on their eighth day secluded in the middle of nowhere, that things changed drastically between them.

They had just come in from watching a scene with Devon's mother running from the hybrid alien monster on one of the more stable glaciers. They both ended up in Devon's room and quickly shrugged off their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves. Kendall's fingers and nose were bright red and she shivered repeatedly while hugging herself. Devon saw this, and without much thought, he approached her, set his hands on her arms and started briskly rubbing up and down. After a few minutes, Kendall found herself quite warm, and when she looked up and caught Devon's gaze, their world as they knew it shifted. The air between them became unbearably thick and hot, and breathing was most difficult. After swallowing repeatedly, Devon dropped his gaze to her tempting lips, and seconds later, he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He tightened his hold on her arms and lowered his lips to hers.

They were both beyond shocked when they pulled away, and Kendall found herself actually stuttering. They parted ways both confused and frustrated. The next day, they expected to feel awkward around each other, but instead, when they met up in the dining hall the following morning, all either could think of was being alone with the other.

And, when lunch time rolled around that day, they were both in Devon's bed, clothes thrown around the room and several used condoms tossed into the trash can.

It continued this way for two weeks. They explored and investigated each other thoroughly, and although not everyday was spent naked and beneath the sheets, they did spend every day together. Many times, they would spend hours just cuddling, keeping each other warm, and talking about anything and everything.

On this particular cold morning, it didn't take either long to shed their clothes and combine their bodies in the oldest dance on earth. They were desperate for each other, and not because their teenage hormones had taken over their cognitive brain functions, but because they were both fully-aware that today would be their last day together.

Tomorrow, they would leave the ship and return home.

The next several hours were spent saying good-bye on the most basic level.

Sure, they would see each other. Kendall was spending the last month of summer vacation with her grandparents traveling Europe, and Devon had a few small roles he was contracted to do for the rest of the summer. But, school started back up in a month, and they would likely have several classes together, like normal.

But, neither were naïve enough to believe their intimacy would continue. Devon and his friends, and Kendall and her friends would not understand their sudden infatuation with each other, and explaining their situation would only end up being more trouble than its worth, or so they reasoned.

When footsteps and voices started sounding outside the door, the teenagers knew the film crew were finished for the day, and a reluctant Kendall pulled herself from Devon's warm arms and dressed.

Devon sat up and watched as she slipped her shirt over her head. "What flight are you on?" he gruffly asked.

"Not yours," Kendall replied. "My dad is on the 6:15 flight to Miami then LAX, but I'm going to DC to meet up with my grandparents."

Devon nodded and scooted out of the bed. "Yeah, me and my mom are on the 6:15 flight too. I think most of the crew are."

Kendall leaned against the wall, now fully dressed, and watched Devon button up his jeans. "This was fun," she said in a soft voice.

Devon looked up quickly and caught the blush rising on her cheeks. He stood up to his full 6'2" height. "Yeah, it was," he agreed in an equally soft voice.

Kendall met his eyes and then quickly diverted them, a flush of embarrassment sweeping through her body. "It's almost a shame I won't be going home and bragging about how good you were," she joked.

Devon shook his head and smirked before approaching her and boxing her in between himself and the wall. "That is a shame," he whispered, his grin still dazzling on his face. He pressed his body to hers and captured her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that left Kendall blissfully warm and fuzzy for days to come.