Morning
                              [Jo and Tucker's house]
                              *Tucker walked into the master bedroom and saw Jo packing.*
                              Tucker: What are you doing?
                              Jo: Packing.
                              Tucker: Where are you going?
                              Jo: About three yards to the left.
                              Tucker: Huh?
                              Jo: I think we should have separate bedrooms. And especially separate beds. So, I'm turning the office... or whatever that room is... into my room. Wanna help?
                              Tucker: I agree but, let me take the guest room. You take the master.
                              Jo: We are not having this argument. I already started, and I'm happy to take the guest room. It'll be my project for the weekend. So, you up for it?
                              Tucker: Sure.
                              *He walked around and picked up a little black box.*
                              Tucker: Woah.
                              Jo: What?
                              Tucker: This is a really nice box.
                              *Jo laughed.*
                              Jo: What is it, cardboard?
                              Tucker: It's like... the nicest cardboard I've ever seen.
                              Jo: It's part of a Chanel box.
                              Tucker: That's why.
                              Jo: It's from when I was rich, naive and eighteen.
                              Tucker: Rich Jo.
                              *Jo laughed, and repeated him.*
                              Jo: *laughing* Rich Jo. Yeah she was a piece of work.
                              Tucker: How so?
                              Jo: Young, entitled... rich. I was eighteen and had no idea about the real world. Making a living at a real job. I never went college, barely graduated highschool, I mean... and I was still successful. I had no care in the world about anyone else. I was just happy for myself. Well, happy on the outside. But oh my gosh... destroyed on the inside. Being that young and influenceable, being in the public eye was a terrible time for me. Course I didn't know any better, and I kept going. Rich Jo ended when I was 19.
                              Tucker: I met you when you were 19.
                              Jo: Yes, but you only met me because I needed money, so. And if I didn't we would've never known each other.
                              Tucker: The world works in mysterious ways.
                              Jo: Truly.
                              *They opened the doors to the "office." It was an absolute mess. She exhaled.*
                              Tucker: You might wanna make this your project for the week.
                              *He made a joke in regards to her saying earlier it would just be for the weekend.*
                              *They got trash bags and threw away a lot of stuff. They cleared out old furniture, and Tucker took pictures of them to put on craigslist. Jo was in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, scrubbing the sink, shower, and tile.*
                              Later
                              [LA Film School]
                              *Hallie walked into her film class and saw Damon. She ran over to him.*
                              Hallie: Hey!
                              Damon: Hey. You ready?
                              Hallie: Nervous. You?
                              Damon: Me too. But don't worry. We did good.
                              *Today was the day they were presenting the short film they made a couple weeks ago. They had spent all this time editing and perfecting the film.*
                                      
                                   
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Friends of Fame
Teen FictionSix friends battle love, friendship, and fame. Being famous isn't always as easy as it may seem.
 
                                               
                                                  