Dorkily Ever After

Chapter 32 ~ Photoshoot Day One

Lianna Camp's point of view

We're already at the Ever After photo shoot for Dylan's cover in November.

There are background papers, or whatever the hell they call that, everywhere. Clothes rack and girls are also everywhere.

"I have to remind you that this is not going to be easy for you." Dylan casually said while putting an arm around my shoulders.

What is that for?

"Why?" I asked, seeming casual so he wouldn't think that I'm nervous about watching him do what he usually did before.

And yes, I'm a little nervous.

"Because you'll get tired." He slips his arms away, then puts it in my waist in a protective way.

"Tired of what?" I chortled. "Handing you water bottles? Wiping your sweaty armpits?" I asked and he laughed as a reply.

"No, Dorky." He stopped laughing. "Tired of waiting." He honestly said, tightening his arms... Bringing me a little bit closer to his hot fucking body.

Anyways, he has a point. But, what's there to get tired of if you have your phone beside you and you have a pocket WiFi?

"I'm alright. You go start working your ass off." I replied while pushing him away a little, probably distancing myself from fantasizing over Dylan Cooper.

I mean, What's there not to fantasize about, right?

While he lets out a beautiful chuckle, "Fine." He messes up my hair again.

He leaves. In some fortunate ways, I have my earphone on his bag. I took it and stacked them into my ears.

I tapped shuffle play and the first song that came is "Blank Space" by Taylor Swift.

Not a minute passes, he was already coming back towards me. "Hey, Help me find my dressing room." He took me by his arms again.

My heart skipped a beat.

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Why did my heart skipped a beat?

Why the f-- "Dylan! Dylan!" Shouted a girl who looks like in her mid-twenties, pulling me away of my thoughts.

"Marianne!" Dylan greeted back, still holding me in his arms.

She, who I assumed he called Marianne, ran up to us and said, "Damn, I miss you here." She messed up his hair.

"And you..." She trailed off while pointing at me. "Lianna." She said.

"Nice to meet you." I smiled, struggling my way out of Dylan's arms.

"Same." She smiled back. "I'm Marianne."

"Okay." I shrugged, not knowing how to respond.

"You're tall." She said as a matter of fact.

"I always get that." I said coyly.

"I didn't knew you'd be this tall." She said while pointing out my height. I saw some pictures of you with Dylan though." She quickly started a topic.

"Oh..." I just replied with a nod.

I bit my lip, to divert my mind from the awkwardness that is starting to grow. And then it happened.

"Are you two dating?" She asked.

"We're not." Dylan and I both said in unison, even looking at each other for support.

"Hey, Marriane, The interview is tomorrow." He kids.