You've been friends with Kaya for forever. You guys were inseparable until she got the role of Effy Stonem. Since then you two grew apart until you started modeling. You got your own fanbase and it grew at a steady rate. Kaya noticed and invited you...
Dylan and I are sitting in my living space playing video games on the TV when he gets a call.
"I'll assume it's from Kaya, go ahead answer it." I leave for the kitchen to grab some snacks and let him answer the call.
I walk back hearing, "Yeah. Alright see you soon."
"What'd she say?"
"She said to meet her at the mall in 5 minutes."
"Mall? You mean shopping centre?"
"No, I mean mall now go get ready."
"Why?
What are we doing?"
"We're going shopping for the premier."
Oh right. I we have a premiere in 4 days for our new movie. "But I already have a tuxedo. I don't need to buy a new one."
"Just come. Kaya said you needed to come."
"Why?"
"I don't man. Maybe she wanted to tell you something." I know what he was thinking. I know what he hoped she would tell me. Dylan has had a huge crush on Kaya since we started filming. I thought it was obvious but clearly not.
"Fine. Let's go."
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We arrive at the shopping centre and see Kaya already waiting for us.
"Why am I here, Kaya?"
"Because I need to get you a new tuxedo, Thomas."
"What's wrong with my old ones?"
"Nothing. I just think you would want to wear a new one."
We go into many, many different stores and Kaya picks out one tuxedo. Out of the many we have seen she picks one. It has a lace like pattern on the jacket. All black with a crisp white vest and a red hankerchief.
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(pretend that the pattern matches a little better with the dress your wearing)
"Wow. It's bloody amazing and all but why do I need to wear this?"
"Because, I uh.. think you might want to."
"That's not an explanation." I hear dial say. And he's right it isn't. But never the less, I buy it anyways.
We step out of the store and I hear screams. Screams of my name. Of course, fans. They're everywhere.
"Can I get your picture?"
"Can I get your autograph?"
"OH MY GOD GUYS LOOK!! IT'S THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER, DYALN O'BRIEN, AND KAYA SCODELARIO!"
At this point, I should be used to it. But I'm not.
