Summer Of Fame

1.) Meeting Him

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Five weird looks within the last five minutes. I got five weird look from people that were passing me on the side walk outside of the airport.

I guess I can see why, I was dress in a pair of booty shorts and sports bra with my company jacket on top, hair still up in a bun, that would seem normal but I still had on my knee pads and dance shoes, almost missing my flight because of Miss Victoria running our practice an extra twenty minutes. But what can I say? I left the studio at 12:30 and my flight left at 12:50, but now I really wished I would have put them in my carry on.

"Where the hell is he?" I muttered to myself, pulling out my phone to check the time. "Seriously Matt." My brother was suppose to pick me up fifteen minutes ago and there is no signs of Matthew Aidan Wood here.

I delicately taped the screen of my iPhone, trying to get least amount of sunlight possible. I put the phone against my ear and listened to the ringing.

"Hello," He said, voice thick and deep.

"Matt where are you, my ankle and knee are about to die from pain and my crutches are at the house, I kinda need to ice it, idiot," I snapped with a icy hard tone lacing my voice.

"But you said to pick you up at six," he argued back at me, confusion through his voice.

"Its six thirty, Matt," I said calmly.

"Oh." he was silent for a few moments. "I'll send a car for you."

"Sorry, kiddo. I have a photo shoot at 7:00 and it will take me that time to get there." He said, sounding disappointed.

I sighed extremely loud, acting like the drama queen I have been my entire life. "Fine. Send a car. But till them to hurry and bring ice and my crutches,"

He chuckled. "Tough practice little sis," he said sarcastically.

"Rough and Long, " I said dramatically sighing again.

He barked with another round of laughter. "Alright, Alright. Isaac is on his way. Twenty minutes."

I sighed before grabbing my Bop! Magazine out of my Infinity Dance Company duffel bag.

Mega Size Matt Woods Poster Inside! Was on the front cover.

"Oh, yay." I muttered. "Who doesn't want a poster of her half naked brother? Oh, right me.

Then a boy in baseball teeshirt and athletic shorts, asked me if I was Matt's little sister.

"Okay, so you are Brooke, right." He asked me glancing at his phone again.

"Yeah, and you are," I asked him, confusion lacing my voice.

"Oh, um, I, I'm Isaac," He said like that name was suppose to mean something.

I nodded like I actually new what he meant. "Cool."

He rolled his eyes and pulled out a pair of crutches and an ice pack, "Matt sent me.

I gasped before my face turned into a scowl. "That little rat! I'm gonna kill him! He's dead! DEAD!!" I shrieked.

"What'd he do,"

I huffed as I threw my company dance bag over my shoulder than put my crutches under my armpits and pulled the handle on my suitcase."I complained to him about still being in my dance uniform, so then he purposely sends you."

As he led towards the car, I noticed how his muscles flexed as he walked. Oh, and his ass. I noticed that too. He turned around for an instant and sent me the world's best pouty face my way. "What's wrong with me,?" Sneaky hot guy. He 's trying to get me to admit that I think he's hot, which he is. But I would never admit it to him like that. I am not that dumb.