Lennox
The crowd here tonight is feral. Andi is screaming over the chanting and I had no idea her ‘adventure’ was going to be this wild.
Not that I’m not up for it, per se. I just haven’t done anything too crazy on social media since I started filming movies. Even though it’s how I was discovered, I backed off because I wanted to be taken seriously.
Andi was someone I met through our similar Social Share accounts.
We collaborated on one once when she visited London and the success of it was unbelievable.
We started doing these wild challenges to raise money for different charities.
It's been well over a year since we’ve done one and I’ve bloody missed it.
I look around at the crowd that’s surrounding the Chikara Tower and everyone is screaming with excitement.
Andi coordinated all of this with the Los Angeles planning board and got permission from the building owner a couple months ago.
The public knew something was going to happen, so when she finally announced it last night, hundreds came flocking here.
Andi and I are standing at the front entrance of the building as the safety crew brings over our harnesses.
There’s a screen displaying the fundraiser pot so everyone can see how much is coming in and where to donate.
It’s growing exponentially, faster than I’ve ever seen, and it feels really good to be doing this again. Plus, it’s for a great cause.
The crowd continues to cheer as we wave back at them; the area is blocked off so no one can get through and security is lined up around the perimeter of the area.
The safety guy comes up and starts to explain a few things about the straps when there’s a commotion in the crowd. One of the security guards steps forward holding out his arms to block someone from coming through.
Instead of the crowd rioting, they're excited, inaudibly chanting something I can’t understand. The security guard steps forward, shifts the waist high barrier gating everyone off and pulls someone around it.
“Lennox! Stop. Wait!” he screams.
The chanting of the crowd aligns with each other and now I hear it clearly.
“Jace. Jace. Jace. Jace.”
The security guard glances over his shoulder, holding him from running toward us and Andi nods excitedly, waving him off.
Jace races over. Nothing but fear and anxiety fill his normally stoic and trained expression. Still, his flawless face is gorgeous and my heart thumps behind my rib cage at the fact that he’s here.
Seeing him is giving me more of a rush than finding out I was going to rappel down this building.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, winded from fighting his way through the crowd.
“You just practically mosh-pited through a crazy crowd to get here and you’re asking me what the fuck I’m doing?” My favorite ocean blues roll as he shakes his head.
“This is way too dangerous, Lennox,” he replies.
“It’s completely safe,” I slap the safety guy on the chest, “right, mate?”
“Absolutely,” he answers, like it was a dumb question.
Jace deadpans a look at me. “That’s what they said on the stage set too.”
“That was different.”
“How? Look,” he grabs the harness now wrapped around my waist, “Same fucking harness.”
“It wasn’t the harness last time. It was the makeshift stage.” My smile is as sarcastic as my response.
He places his hands on his hips and looks down defeated.
“I’m scared for you,” he shares, his voice barely audible over the people still cheering.
“Come with me,” I whisper.
His neck snaps up. “What, no. No way,” he spits out.
Andi leans over. “Look.” She points at the big screen and the fundraiser money is rising so fast it’s having a hard time keeping up. The pop up notes that people leave with a donation appear on the screen and our names with heart emojis and other messages are displayed all over it.
I smile wide, telling Jace, “It’s for my favorite foster home in LA.
They’re amazing. They treat the kids so well but they don’t have enough money to support the amount of foster children they have coming in.
They need money to expand, buy more beds and food.
” I’m stunned by the sheer amount of money that’s already been donated and we haven’t even started yet.
Jace isn’t looking at the screen, he’s staring back at me and his eyes have softened. He’s not the same feral Jace that came stampeding through a crowd of people. He shifts his gaze over to Andi who’s holding her harness in her hand instead of on her body and she shrugs.
“Why did you come here?” I ask him.
He huffs out a long breath. “I don’t know. I saw you and I panicked.”
The always-in-control man who practices perfectionism like it’s a full time job is completely losing his mind. Even his hair is unruly and that’s really weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it out of place. Except when he had to wear that damn sexy mullet wig.
“Awe, you can’t resist me,” I say as cutely as possible.
He doesn’t respond, just rolls his eyes. But his adorable dimple appears, the one that shows itself when he hides a playful smirk and I wish I could lean over and kiss it. He pushes out his arm, holding his palm open toward Andi and she hands him her harness.