woken up [DYLAN OBRIEN] book 2/2

Chapter 7

     8 months later

     Stephanie Larsons POV

It's been eight months since I broke up with Dylan, left Teen Wolf, and moved to Florida. I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I escaped California and didn't look back. It's where all my problems were.

I can definitely say that I have been better.

I still keep up with what's going on with Dylan. I watch the news and his new interviews. He seems happier too. I still watch his latest movies and 'Teen Wolf'.

I miss him sometimes.

I'm still not used to not seeing face when I wake up. Some of my clothes are still stained with his cologne.

Anyways, I'm not completely detached from the cast. Holland and I still communicate. She calls and tells me how everyone is, mostly how Dylan is. She also knows where I live, but she promised not to tell Dylan.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear an annoying ring.

I check my phone to see that Holland is calling. I quickly answer.

"Wassup chicka?" I say cheerfully.

"Just a news update, Dylan is thinking about going on the market." I freak out.

"As in, getting a girlfriend?" I mentally punch myself in the face. "Yep, if you left Tampa, you could get him back. It's not too late."

  "The reason I left was because I couldn't handle him anymore. He couldn't understand that his opinion didn't matter to me. Dylan didn't have to say the things he said."

She sighed, "I really miss you Stephanie. We all do, please come back".

I don't think I can. Everyone will harass me and ask where I went. It'll be hard to tell them that I moved to Tampa, Florida because of Dylan.

I really like it here. It gets a lot of rain, which I love, and the nearest beach is two miles away! I live in a neighborhood where there is no alligators and I have a dog named Frenchie.

Frenchie is a tan-colored pug.

I love him to death!

"I will come back when I'm ready, Holland." I said sternly. I miss them, I really do, but I can't see Dylan again.

"Okay, I will call you later. Bye Steph."

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"Stephanie! You're late." my production manger called out.

"I'm sorry. I was caught up with a friend." I knew that would be a horrible excuse.

"Whatever, go get ready!" I was rushed into my dressing room.

I am starting in a small TV show, probably not going to get over 200,000 views. I still wanted to pursue my acting career so I thought why not?

I didn't want to be in big time TV shows & movies. Because Dylan could see that I'm still alive, which I don't want to happen.

I get snapped out of my thoughts, "Larson! Hurry!".

I run to my dressing room, the door being already open, and shut it behind me. I look at the outfit laying on my tiny couch. I rip off my shirt and pants, breaking a sweat. I grab the purple blouse, it's a little bit bigger than expected. I adjust the sleeves then put on the skinny,skinny pants they assigned me. I pull them up so the waistband fits on my waist perfectly.

I turn around to look in the mirror and check my makeup, which I did at home.

What I like about these kind of TV shows is that you don't have to look your best, you can do your makeup at home.

I run out of my room and jog, in my heels, down a maze of hallways. I finally find stage three, we changed stages. I open the heavy,black door and into a large room filled with people and their cameras, ready to start filming.

"Stephanie! Nice to see you again! Ready to start filming?" my co-star asks.

Her name is Raeki Grover. She is probably the only best friend I've made while living here. We started filming two months ago, we're almost done.

Raeki and I have spent so much time together, that were like sisters.

We don't really look like sisters though. She has short brown hair, in a bob hairstyle while I have blonde hair that ends at my clavicle. She has beautiful green eyes, while I have my bright blue eyes. Raeki is also 5'7, which is taller than me, I'm 5'4.

"Raeki, you don't have to act like a shitty interviewer." I playfully punch her shoulder.

"Okay, you got me. But really, do you like playing a high-all-the-time teenager?" I laughed.

Before I could speak, a director yells at us.

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(a/n) wassssup!! just so you all know, this story is intended to be rather short. This would be one of those books where you can finish in a day or two. A short story per-say.

To all the people that have kept reading, thank you so much! Please keep reading :)