Y/n l/n an Australian 12 year old girl, moves to America to film the new movie: Keeper of the lost cities. It is there she meets Walker Scobell...
-NO SMUT-
-Platonic relationship-
-Cussing-
I've landed, in Hollywood. A places that either makes or breaks your dreams. No pressure at all.
As I step into the terminal, I see a big man wearing all black holding a sign with that says my name. My guess is I'm going with him. "Are you y/n l/n?" He asks. "Yep," I reply. He takes my bags and heads straight for a black Mercedes.
"Geez," I think. "Who does he think I am? The fucking queen of England ( RIP)." I sit in the back and scroll through instagram and TikTok, when I realise I should probably call Mum. You know, to let her know I arrived safely. You= bold Mum= italics
Hey mum. Hey baby. Did you arrive okay? Yep! All good. I'm currently on my way to the set. That sounds fun! Do you know who the other cast members are? No clue. But good, I wish I knew. Oh. Sorry mum, we just arrived. FaceTime you later? Yep. Have fun, sweetie. Dad says hi by the way. I smiled. Tell him I say hi back. Love you two. Love you more. Bye. Bye.
We arrived in the middle of no where. I check my watch, 12:00. In the middle of all of the trailers, was a big red shed. Guess I'll go there then. "Miss l/n. I'll take your stuff to your trailer." I nod. When he starts to walk away I shout back. "Thank you, by the way!" He just smiles in appreciation.
As I walk into the shed, I check my phones for directions. Ding! That must by the coordinations.
To: y/n.l/n@gmail.com From: Shannon.Messenger10@bigcompanyname.com Hi y/n, So happy to finally have you here. The meeting to discuss character development, meeting the cast and starting dates will be held at 2:00. Unfortunately, you will probably be here early. Sadly, your trailer won't be prepared till 2:00 also. Feel free to have a wander around. See you in a bit! From S.M
"Great!" I think. Looking around, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I wip around.... To be faced with a bright blue eyed boy with messy blonde hair. "You look lost," the mysterious boy says. "That's probably because I am." He hold up his hand. "I'm Walker." Walker, Walker, Walker. Why does that name sound so familiar. "Hi, I'm y/n." He beams. "Nice to meet you y/n. Wait. Is that an Australian accent?" I blush. I really did stand out with my Aussie accent. "Yeah. Sorry if you don't like it." He goes immediately red. "No! It's so amazing! I wish I had an Aussie accent. I'm so boring with my American one." I laugh.
We slump against the wall, and he asks me, "Where in Australia do you live?" I pull up a photo of Australia (you can change this)
You show him this.
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His jaw drops to the ground. And we talk for the whole time.
Currently, we are in a laughing fit of Walker's impression of Leena in the morning. He interrupts by asking, "Oh! I never asked, how old are you?" "I'm 12. But I'm turning 13 this year." He nodded "I just turned 14." Another 30 minutes late, we both decided to exchange phone numbers and head to the area with picnics table where the meeting was going to be held.
