...𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋...
"I'm not a star, Miley. I'm a songwriter."
"You can be both, you have-."
"I swear on...
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(Ofie's dress up top. ^^ she's meeting the queen.)
𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆. She sucked in a sharp frustrated breath as she pushed passed them crowding her doorway and ran down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Are you even listening to me?" Miley whined.
"No," Ofie denied opening the fridge to clear as many gatorades as possible into her bag. She moved to the cupboard to grab some snacks.
"This is really important to me!"
"I heard!" She snapped, "You're meeting the Queen, yay! Now move I'm running late!" She went to push passed Miley only for Jackson to be standing in her way.
"I need your help—."
"Yes! I know, I'll help you later—!"
"But—!"
"But—!"
"But nothing!" She yelled over them. "I get it, these things are important for you I know, I am so happy and proud, but this is important to me, so get out of my way, I'll see you guys later, bye love you!" She then proceeded to sprint out the back door and down the beach towhere Johnny's surf meet was set up. The waves were looking good.
She almost collided into Mr. Collins when she finally skidded to a halt. "I'm here!" She exclaimed as the man flinched at her sudden appearance.
"Jesus Christ! I need to get you a bell," the man huffed patting her head in greeting. Mr. Collins was a tall Italian man with green eyes and curly brown hair. He still had an accent attached to his words that Ofie always found soothing.
"Where's Johnny?"
"Warming up, he's nervous."
"Of course he is."
Ofie stood on her toes to try and see Johnny in the water over the gathering crowd.
It took a few moment for him to emerge with a look of absolute fear. He seemed to softened his he saw her.
"You look like you might faint."
"That's because I am," Jonny hunched over in dread. Taking pity on him Ophelia produced a Gatorade and a caramel granola bar.
"You are a sad, sad sight Johnny Collins," Ophelia cooed rubbing his wet back soothingly as he sat on his towel. His dad had taken up to setting their chairs and umbrellas down.
