'Love you to the moon and to Saturn.'
MAYA FONTAINE is an ambitious fifteen-year-old, driven by her past and inspired by her future.
WALKER SCOBELL is a new born star, on his way to becoming one of the greats.
After they meet briefly, they can't st...
"getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face... so it goes." so it goes; taylor swift.
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I WOKE TO the sound of laughter and the sensation of a tight, warm embrace. My eyes fluttered open, and I immediately caught sight of the familiar blonde boy, making me smile. But he was still asleep, meaning the sound of laughter was coming from elsewhere.
"Did you two kids have fun last night?" I heard Dior's familiar voice ask, followed by an evil cackle. I sat up slightly, as much as I could with Walkers grip around me, and spotted both Dior and Charlie at the foot of the bed. They were laughing uncontrollably, both pocketing their phones the second they realised I saw them.
"What are you guys doing?" I demanded, very conscious of the fact that I was currently tangled up with a boy in bed in front of them. They both seemed to have their own theories on what had happened due to the expressions on their faces, but truthfully, all that had happened was we had talked and then fallen asleep to a movie. My favourite movie, as I remembered.
"I came to wake you up and tell you to get ready for breakfast, but I walked in on... this." Dior explained, barely able to get through the sentence without laughing.
"Might want to get up and out before your brothers come pounding on the door." Charlie forewarned, laughing even more than Dior. I didn't quite understand why, the situation was awkward at most, but it wasn't that humorous. Maybe I only thought that because I was bitter that we were interrupted.
Just as I was about to scold them, my phone erupted into a fit of notifications, vibrating the wooden bedside table, startling Walker to life. Confused, I picked up my device, and opened instagram to find the root of the chaos.
When I saw the photo, I almost screamed.
"Dior Negeen Goodjohn, I'm going to fucking destroy you." I calmly threatened her before pouncing out of the bed and chasing after her. She laughed manically as she ran through the door connecting our rooms, locking it behind her.
"I'm sorry, May! I'll delete it!" She didn't sound very sorry, her voice cracking with humour as she spoke.
"ITS TOO LATE! It's probably been reposted by every gossip site, turned into a million pinterest pins and had thousands of tiktok edits made about it by now! Do you have any idea of what you've done?" I yelled, pounding on the door.
