FAME.

Chapter 1.

Kyle is making a late night walk. He hears camera shutting and he hears flashes. He raises an eyebrow. 'What's all that?' He wonders.

A handsome boy from around his age comes running around the corner, being followed by hundreds of cameras and people.

Kyle blinks. What the heck was happening.

The boy quickly hides behind Kyle. "Please cover for me" the boy whispers. Kyle nods quickly. "Uh, yeah, sure.. I guess... why not.." he mumbles.

The boy pats his shoulder and pulls his hood a little further over his face. He literally looked like a fortnite kid. Ew. (No discrimination at all)

"Do you mind if i stay at yours tonight? I'll leave tomorrow morning immediately don't worry, my manager will pick me up. My bodyguard already gave up on me" the boy whispers. Kyle rubs his neck. He did mind. He doesn't want strangers in his house to be honest.

But this boy seemed desperate enough. (God thank him for his looks)
Kyle sighs. "Yeah, fine." He says. The boy smiles in relief. "My name Is Kyle by the way" kyle says. The boy nods.

"Okay" he says. Kyle coughs as he tries to hold in his laughter. The boy clears his throat and looks at the road ahead of them. There's people running around with cameras.

Kyle takes the boy's hand. "Come with me then" he says and pulls him behind him. The boy groans. "I don't want to run" he says. Kyle shrugs. "You'll have to" he says and starts running, the boy almost tripping.

Kyle pushes the boy inside his house and closes the door behind him. "Alright, sorry about that." He says and helps the boy get up. "By the way, what's your name?" He asks. The boy clears his throat. "Mason" he says.

Kyle grins. "Alright, Mason, sorry about the mess" he says. Mason smiles. "Its okay" he says. Kyle smiles back at him and leads him further into his house.

His living room was small and his kitchen was even smaller. (That's cause he's actually really very broke)

Kyle chuckles awkwardly. "Well.. I promise the bathroom is better. I know basic hygiene" he says quickly. Mason raises his eyebrows. "Uh.. by the way, why were you followed by the literal whole paparazzi cult?" Kyle asks.

Mason rubs his neck. "Uhm.." he mumbles. Kyle smirks. "You don't like talking that much do you? Or are you awkward?" He asks. Mason clears his throat.
"No.. I'm fine with talking" He says.

Kyle grins. "Okay, but stop tensing so much. Your shoulders might actually break" he says and pats his shoulder. Mason nods and quickly drops his shoulders.

Kyle smiles. "Yeah like that. Uh, make yourself at home I guess. If you're hungry I'll get you something" He says. Mason nods. Kyle then walks away to the bathroom, leaving Mason standing all alone. (Poor thing)

Mason looks around. Was this boy living in a shed or something? Anyway, it didn't matter. He looked nice.

He pulls out his phone. Ofcourse, there's no wi-fi.
He sighs and turns on mobile data. (4G thing idk)

He texts his manager.

WORST MANAGER EVER🤬

CAN YOU PICK ME UP TOMORROW MORNING?

Huh?
Where are you?

Idk, some guy let me stay the night.
I was chased, sir.
It felt really very scary. He's like my hero now.