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Cute: Photoshoot Part 5

Nonny never thought he'd ever fall in love.

His world was full of unloving people, many of which hated him for reasons he never cared to acknowledge. Ignoring these negative advantages got him by, yet, he couldn't fully shut them out. He still heard the taunting voices haunt the deep recesses of his mind. Many of these insults came from envious colleagues, haters, or naysayers of the industry. He found himself being criticized by people he didn't even know online and in public as well.

Yes, his fanbase was large, but at the end of the day, he didn't want to be loved by only hormonal teenage girls.

The red head began every day wondering what it would be like to wake up next to someone. Instead he stiffly lay in an empty bed as cold and icy as his heart. For the rest of the day, he'd simply imagine how different life would be with someone there.

They'd make breakfast together. He'd spend a day writing songs, and she'd be there, the center of his inspiration. They would dance, laugh, hug, and maybe even share their first kiss together.

These thoughts were only mere fantasies. His thoughts formed into a craving he couldn't satisfy, that's at least until Oona made her presence known.

For the first time in his life, he felt a jolt, an electric shock at most, when he saw her.

That feeling was enough to knock him off his feet. His stomach twisted up, his cheeks burned, and he instantly became nausueas.

The effects of the crush made him stupid, which was very new to him. He wanted to write her songs, thousands of songs that expressed how he felt. Nonny would to give her the world if he could put it in a box, and wrap it with a bow.

With the connection between them carefully blossoming, they showed no regret in hanging out during the shoot.

Nonny and Oona had ended their stroll around the studio when Nonny got a text.

-Melanie says its ur turn Romeo. -Gil

"I have to go," the redhead sighed loosely before tucking his phone into his pocket.

"Oh, okay," Oona spoke softly.

Their hands slowly broke apart as they headed in separate directions.

Nonny was caught in a daze during the entire interview. All of Brent's questions were unimportant to him, except for the last few.

"It seems that you and Oona have an active shipping fanbase! #Noona has been trending literally everywhere! The fans seem to think you two are dating. Any extra information about that?"

As much as Nonny would love to admit to the world that he loved this girl, he knew it would cause problems.

The industry would feed off of them like starving dogs to a pile of steaks. The last thing the redhead wanted was to exploit himself and the girl he liked, possibly loved, for the satisfaction of fans.

The male took a minute to think his answers through, he then cleared his throat.

"I have seen the commotion happening online. The first had to be a fangirl I we met in the supermarket while getting groceries. Everything after that seemed to intensify after that. I've seen pictures, people dressing as us, and even fan stories. It's cute, I'll admit that. Though, I have to admit that Oona and I are not currently in a relationship."

Brent sighed, "What a shame. Do you still enjoy having her as a band mate?"

Nonny paused, "Oona's a really nice person, and so sweet. I swear I thought I'd get cavities. She's not like other girls, which makes her easier to work with, and fun to be around."

So much for being private, but how could he not?

Oona's clean cut nature was a breath of fresh air. Despite being in an industry with a history of downsizing females, the purple haired girl wasn't bothered by it. Her oblivious personality was like her protection from the hostile world. Due to this, he found it easy for her to fall into hostile situations. But that's why he wanted to be there..to protect her.

The redhead grinned with content, "Her positive attitude is...refreshing. I really look forward to working with Oona."

She wasn't a stereotypical hollywood girl. She was Oona, a perfect, blossoming flower among wilted weeds. She's all he needed to remain sane.

Oona was excited to answer Brent's questions. She was practically bouncing in her seat when the blonde interrogated her.

"So Oona, you must be very excited about the tour," Brent chimed, chuckling at the young female's giddiness.

"I am! Its going to be so fun! I can't wait to start traveling with my friends!"

Brent let out another amused laugh, "Thats fantastic. Now i know working with Gluten Freetos is a little new to you. Is there anyone you like the most?"

Without even realizing the interviewers trick, Oona replied almost instantly.

"I think Nonny is nice. He's the coolest out of all of them, and the funniest, not to mention really cute!"

The blonde smirked, "So you think he's 'cute'?"

Oona blushed, twisting a finger in one of her long pigtails, "I mean, yeah. I've never met anyone so understanding. It's like he gets me better than anyone else. I've never felt so...happy."

Despite the sappiness of the moment, the camera crew 'aww'd' at the girl's lovestruck innocence.

"Well it's good to hear that you two are 'getting along'," he said while cocking an eyebrow.

After a few more questions, Oona departed from the interviewing station. Once gone, Brent stood with a triumphant smirk plastered across his face.

"Great job people! Let's get this footage to the station. I can't wait to see what the editors can do with this!"

The male chuckled almost sinisterly, eagerly waiting for the opportunity to cause a hurricane within the reputations of the two groups.

After a year, here's a (rather crappy) update! Believe me, after this, the story is starting to pick up the pace! I'm getting back to my writing flow cuz i missed this fic and missed all of you!)