𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬 sat in front of the wide mirrors that sat in the trailer Kenny let her hav to herself, being the youngest makeup artist on the set.
Being in a tiny, confined room with more than two people and not having a whole lot of room made her a nervous wreck, which would usually end in her having a panic attack.
Looking up as the door opened, she grinned watching as Jadah, Madison and two other girls walked in.
"Gabby!" Jadah squealed, rushing into the twenty-one year old's arms, "I've missed you!"
"I missed you, sweet girl!" Gabby grinned, "You guys must be Savannah and Tori." She held her hand out for the two girls to shake, "I'm Gabby. I'll be the makeup artist for a few of you."
Savannah smiled, "I know who you are. I'm obsessed with your videos!"
"So am I." Tori says.
"Oh. Thank you." She smiled. "Well, wanna get started?"
"Can we ask a few questions?" Madison asked, "Just to get to know you more?"
Gabby giggled, turning to the makeup products on the table, "Go ahead."
"So, why are you in your own trailer?" Tori asked.
"Too many people in one small area sets off my panic attacks." Gabby says, "It was actually my brother's idea."
"Who's your brother?" Questioned Savannah.
Jadah got a dreamy look on her face, "Brandon Monroe, aka Jeff Atkins, from Thirteen Reasons Why."
"He's your brother?" Savannah asked, wide eyed.
Gabby nodded as she dabbed the foundation into Savannah's skin, "Half-brother, actually. We have the same mother, but not the same father. I've never even met mine but Tyler, Brandon's dad, he's been there for me since day one. He didn't have to be, but he was. I actually have his last name instead of my moms or my biological father because he decided that he wanted to adopt me when I was only ten."
Madison grinned, "That's so sweet."
"Tyler's a very sweet person." Gabby tilted Savannah's head as she blew on the eyelash so that the glue would dry some before she put it on. "He didn't have to do any of what he did, but I'm so glad that he's a big part of my life."
"And your mom?" Tori asked.
"She lives here in Canada. I don't see her much, well at all, because she didn't really approve of my makeup career. We got into an argument and she kicked me out." Gabby explained before she moved back so Savannah could look in the mirror. "We got into an argument and she kicked me out, a little before the first Descendants movie."
Gabby's phone started ringing.
"Who's Ricky?" Tori smirked as the boy's picture flashed on the screen.
"Ricky is my best friend. I met him when I first moved to LA to live with Brandon and Jazmin." Gabby shrugged as she answered the phone and propped it up, "What's up?"
"You wanna know what's up?! I'm lonely and I fucking miss you!" Ricky exclaimed, "Wait, are you working?"
"Kinda." She stayed concentrated on Madison's makeup. "Why? Actually. What's the real reason you called me?"
Ricky sighed, letting his head drop, "I lost my keys. Again."
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❝𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬! Will you fix Charlie's hair? Mess it up a bit to get that "performance" look?❞ Kenny asked as he walked towards them, coming to watch them film the 'Now or Never' scene.
Gabby nodded as she walked up the little stage that was set up for the boys to play with the help of Taylor so that she wouldn't trip over the wires that laid around. "Thank you for not letting me fall on my ass, because I honestly would have."
Taylor nodded with a laugh, "You're welcome."
Charlie let out an amused chuckle once she walked up to him and he took notice of how much taller than he was compared to her. "Do you want me to ben-,"
"Don't bend down." Gabby tells him, shaking her head. "It'll make me feel short, and I'm not short."
"You are short." Jeremy walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I'm gonna lift you up so that you can reach his hair."
"Thanks." Gabby giggled once she was at height with Charlie and started to mess around with his hair, "Alright. You can put me down now."
"Are you always shorter than most people?" Owen asked from his spot at the drums.
"Yeah, my shortness is the reason that I do not, under any circumstances, stand next to Ross Butler. Guys a giant compared to me. Makes me jealous." She mumbled the last part, the boys cooing as they heard her.
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❝𝗛𝗢𝗪 was it?❞ Brandon asked over the FaceTime call with his little sister.
"It was great. Everyone's so nice here and we all get along great." She shrugged, snuggling into her blankets with a pout on her lips. "Even if half of them are taller than I am. It's like Ross all over again."
Brandon laughed, "Almost everyone is taller than you are, Gabs."
"Hush." She yawned, fighting to keep her eyes open.
"Gabby, go to sleep." Brandon tells her.
"But I wanna talk to you and Jaz a little longer." She mumbled, her eyes closing for a brief moment.
"The two of us will be here again tomorrow." Jazmin says, watching her husband shoot Booboo a text.
"Go to sleep. We love you, Gabs." Brandon tells her noticing that she had already fallen asleep.
A few seconds after, Booboo walked into her bedroom and picked her phone up, "Night, guys."
"Night, brothers." Brandon smiled.
Booboo hung up the phone with one final goodbye and plugged the phone into its charger and sat in on the bedside table, "Goodnight, Gab."
He left a small kiss on her forehead, in a brotherly fashion, before turning her lights off and closing the door behind him.
