[IN THE REMAKING]-- 🌙 In which Mason Thames needs to get his celebrity crushes attention, so ofc he decides to fake date a new incoming model.
updates: weekends
started: may 12, 2023
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♡ ִ 🌸 ࣪ met you at the right time ⏆ ּ
Today is the day I get to finally talk to Daphne again. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss her; I miss her so much. I texted her once and apologized and asked her if she got home safely.
She told me not to apologize because I did nothing wrong and to just forget about everything. She said she just needed space and told me to have fun with Momona because I deserve it.
other half 🌙🥛 I'm just happy you're getting Momona she seems to like you a lot.
ouch.
My and Momona's hangout, or I would like to say "date," was fun. The plan—that Daphne came up with—was simple. Make it seem like the three of us are going out to hang out at an arcade. Daphne ends up not feeling well and tells me to go have fun with Momona, ending up with me and Momona having an amazing time.
Before that I couldn't stop thinking about Daphne, but the "date" helped a lot with that. I would get thoughts now and then about how I should get up and walk to Daphne's house, but Momona was a good distractor. We ended up having some things in common, more than I and Daphne, but it was strange because I and Momona still didn't click like I wanted.
"You look amazing!" My stylist clapped, "Thank you." I gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Now let's go; the car is here. She pats my back. "Are we picking up Daphne?"
"No... her mom's dropping her off. I heard about your argument; well, at least I think it was an argument." She stops in front of my door. "You can always talk to me about it." I want to say no and that we're all fine and we will always be fine. I want to believe it. But I'm a horrible liar, and I've got to keep that act up. "I don't feel like talking about it, but yeah, we're doing really bad at the moment."
And the sad part is that it isn't even an act anymore; it's real life.
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I want to curl up and rot in a corner. I didn't want to see Mason like ever again. I was embarrassed, and I felt so stupid. I liked him. It took me 2 months and a week to notice. Me. Daphne. Likes the Mason Thames. And I think I always knew.
holy shit
"You look beautiful, my love. That dress suits you very well. I'm surprised you rarely wear black." It's true; my favorite color is grey, and/or white, green, and pink are my runners-up. You liked the hot pink in the dress as well. People would say gray is boring, but I think black is just as boring. At least gray is complex and not just void, like white or black.
"Thank you, Mrs. Rudolph. I wasn't expecting to like it either; I kind of hope my stylist lets me keep it."
"We'll be there in 5."
My mom did say she would drop me off, but I went home, and she wasn't there. I knew something would've happened. So that's why my backup plan was Shay. I decided to bring her as a plus one, and she did work on a show or two, so it wasn't weird or anything.
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"We're here!" Shay's mom said cheerfully. Adrenalin and anxiety ran through my body as I took my headphones out and opened the door, Shay squealing behind "Fix yourselves! And smile! Don't forget to smile!"
"holy shit" "Every time is like the first time." "I want to throw up."
Lights were flashing everywhere; handfuls of men and women on the other side of the barricades were squeezing past each other to take pictures of the people on the carpet; there was another section just for interviewers and seats at the back with food and drinks everywhere. You felt like you were in a dream, and then boom, you wake up, fall back asleep, and there's your nightmare.
