Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Picture Perfect- Evan Peters

"There's something about her- I just can't put my finger on it."

I kept my composure on the outside, but internally, I was losing it- I had just left the audition room upon hearing that statement. I slowly backed away from the door and took my place next to the other models; girls who did this shit for a living; professional goddesses, and then there was me. I was a barista and a shitty one- but that's only because latte art is more complicated than you think. I broke every speed limit to get here before my 45-minute break was up, but I was going to make it here. Who gives a fuck about a speeding ticket- I was going to see Evan Peters. Modeling was never on my career board, but when I heard that he was looking for a model, it appeared all so suddenly. An opportunity of a lifetime- and I made sure to take it. Sure, I'd be getting speeding tickets in the mail later, but you live and learn.

Fifteen minutes had passed in the banter-filled room as we all waited for someone to address the elephant. The door to the audition room had swung open, and the space became silent as one of the casting voters entered the room. The man smiled as he gave his thanks and appreciation to everyone for showing up. He let us know that the winner was still being decided, and they would call to let everyone know when the decision was made. The sensation of fear, curiosity, and hope filled the room; however, I didn't care if I got the position. I knew I wouldn't. I was still in my barista uniform- for crying out loud. They were not going to hire me. Besides, I came to meet Evan Peters, and that's it. My mission was accomplished. I even got him to laugh at my jokes, modeling might not be my route, but comedy could.

All the girls began to collect their items and head out of the building, I about followed suit, but I had to get at least one more brownie from the snack table on my way out. I walked over to the table and grabbed a brownie- and a few cookies. A piece of cake. Fruit kabob. Okay, I grabbed a whole meal, but I hadn't eaten anything at all today. Judge me if you will, but in the words of an overly religious mother, 'Only God can judge me.'

The door behind me swung open and caused me to almost jump out of my skin.

"Ha, I didn't mean to scare you- I didn't think anyone else was out here," a familiar voice said.

I turned around so quickly to see in my calculations about who the person was were correct. They were. It was Evan. He walked up to the table and grabbed a cookie.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, " I smiled, "I was about to head out, truthfully; I just figured I'd grab some snacks for the road."

"You're Y/n, right," he chuckled, "There's no need to explain; I'm pretty sure I've gained at least 80 pounds from this snack bar alone. The brownies are addicting."

"Correct. I'm surprised you remembered," I exclaimed, "And I agree. It's like they put crack in brownies- and I'd be mad if they did, but at the same time, I wouldn't."

Evan chuckled, "I understand where you're coming from, but I'm also worried."

"I get that a lot," I admitted.

A wide grin took over his face. He was smiling at me. I tried my hardest to resist the inner fan in me from coming out, so I turned my head away and around the room- the clock on the wall caught my attention. Oh shit, I only had fifteen more minutes before I was off of my break.

"Hey, it was so exciting to meet you today," I said, "I have to head out though. I hope to see you again one day."

I grabbed my stuff and headed to the door.

"I'll see you through my TV screen," I said.

"I'll see you next week."

I damn near crashed my car upon hearing the news- right before I clocked back in, I got a call from a mysterious number. I answered and was greeted by the voice of the casting director from earlier. He explained that Evan had loved me. He wanted me to be the face of his new photography endeavors. I thanked him dearly and headed back into the cafe. For the rest of the day, I hopped around like a rabbit. My coworkers had never seen me happier and curious why, but they didn't pry- especially because excited me moves quicker than everyone else in the store, and they wanted to get home early.