under pressure

april is the cruellest month

"Out of all of the seniors, which one would you most like to see in the spotlight?" Brandon asks, already knowing Bree's answer. She stood with Andrea at her locker, talking about the next article, when Brandon came up to them. Bree's cheeks flush, smiling.

"Roger Azarian." She says, making Brandon smirk.

"Done." The two girls let out gasps.

"You got an interview with Roger Azarian?" Bree exclaims, making him smile.

"No, you have an interview with Roger Azarian." Bree's eyes widen as she jumps up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses his cheek repeatedly, while Andrea stands there impressed.

"Okay, you ace. Well, Bree, just make sure to keep it tight. No fluff. I wanna know what makes a guy like that tick." She says, walking away from the siblings.

—

Bree walked around Roger Azarian's father's office, still in shock. She couldn't believe that she would be talking to him. She had always found him cute, one of the cutest guys in school. She looked around, seeing certificates on the walls and trophies displayed. She continued to walk around, when something caught her interest. A gun wall. A wall with all different types of guns, shot guns, handguns, you name it. She was about to open the display when she heard someone coming down the stairs. She turns to see Roger in all his glory, wiping his hair with a towel. He was gorgeous.

"Hey princess, looking for something?" Her cheeks heated up when he used that pet name.

"O-oh, I was just looking around." He knew she was looking at the gun display, so he waved it off. He walked over to her, opening it himself, taking one out.

"This is a Walther PPK, it used to belong to Dashiell Hammett." He said, showing her. He gives it to her and she takes it gently, not wanting to do the wrong thing. She examined it, impressed.

"Wow, my parents wouldn't even allow toy guns in the house." She jokes, making him let out a chuckle.

"My father taught me how to shoot it when I was 6 years old. We used to go out in the backyard for target practice." Her eyes widened when he said that.

"Six? Isn't that a bit young?" She asks, now looking up at him. He completely towered over her 5'5 frame. He might've even been taller than her brother.

"Survival of the fittest, princess. It's kill or be killed." She smiled at his poetic words.

"Are we talking about the jungle or Beverly Hills?" She asks, making him laugh more as he smiles down at her. She was light, easy to talk to. He seemed to trust her.

"Same difference." The two look at each other, smiling brightly.

—

"Thanks for the tour, Roger. I hope it wasn't rude of me to ask, I just wanted to learn more about you and your homelife, I guess." He smiled down at her, liking how polite she was.

"Big enough for two people, don't you think?"

"Who? Your mom and dad?" She could tell she hit a spot and she immediately apologised, making him wave it off. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"It's fine. So, what do you wanna know about me for your article, princess?" He asks, as they walk outside. She starts taking out her tape recorder, making him put his hand on hers, shaking his head. "No tape," She furrows her brows and he quickly realises that he came off a bit strong. "Sorry, it's just that it makes me feel uncomfortable." She smiles softly, rubbing her hand before putting the tape recorder away.