𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ,, walker scobell

𝐈𝐈 . close enough drop reptv

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈
❝did your parents not teach you stranger danger?❞
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Either the boy was the reason the term "dumb blondes" was invented or he was simply toying with her for his own entertainment.

Elena laughed for a second, wondering what to say next. "I don't think any amount of time could be enough to explain how I got here," she decided. He seemed increasingly intrigued with each passing second. "Wanna test that?"

Truth be told, Elena had absolutely no fucking desire to put that theory to the test.

When he noticed that she was still debating whether or not she should've responded, he bit the inside of his cheek, tapping his arm lightly. "Do you want to get out of here? I think I've taken enough photos, and there's this diner across the street that looks pretty good," he chuckled, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was watching.

When he saw her hesitating to respond, he bit the inside of his cheek and lightly tapped his arm. "You seem pretty stressed," he said with a chuckle, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. An unpleasant silence followed the boy's words that made him wonder if she was ever going to respond—had he fucked up the conversation already?

He cleared his throat and glanced over at her, "There's this diner across the street—it looks pretty sketchy, but a chocolate milkshake sounds really good right now."

"Inviting a stranger to a diner? Did your parents not teach you stranger danger?"

"Well, they also taught me that chocolate milkshakes will usually get somebody talking—"

Startling the two teenagers, a voice echoed through the museum's statue room. Elena and the boy looked at where the voice had come from, their eyes meeting Diana's. "Elena!" She exclaimed, her heels clicking against the floor with every step she took.

Diana placed a hand on the girl's back gently, attempting to lead her out of the room as quickly as possible. "First of all, you were amazing, and Anthony Braun should fear his fucking career! Second of all, I didn't design your outfit just so you could talk to cute white boys!" she hissed.

Elena felt her face grow warm. "Cute? You're joking." Diana judgmentally glanced at her best friend as they approached the door, clearly seeing right through her. Elena furrowed her eyebrows, "Stop looking at me like that. He isn't cute—he's mediocre and nosey if anything."

"Sure," Diana said, clearly doubting the brunette. The boy turned around; his lips were tugging into a smile. "I'm not mediocre at all! And I didn't catch your name!"

Elena's eyes suddenly widened, and suddenly she was the one rushing Diana out of the room.

★

Elena hated a lot of things. She was an extremely joyful person who cherished life, but the things she hated were just things she couldn't tolerate. If you asked her to list her two pet peeves, she would say Anthony Braun and middle-aged perverts who would get really upset when their photos didn't look the way they wanted them to.

It was ironic considering she was a celebrity; everybody expected her to act casual and normal about random people taking pictures of her. And although she would never admit this to anybody (unless they were Jimmy Fallon), she wanted to insult every single creep who yelled at her for photos.

The girl sent apologetic looks to a few interviews who seemed to genuinely want to interview her. While she did want to talk to them, there was no telling what they would ask, and considering she wasn't exactly the most liked person on the planet, it was better to be safe than sorry.