spotlight ✧ s.w.

two

"I'm tellin' you, Char, he's a sweetheart," I yelled inside my bathroom. I gathered all my hair up and tied it in a loose ponytail. My face was rid of today's makeup, and I felt super refreshed.

"I've got to see for myself, don't I?" She retorted. I walked from my conjoined bathroom and saw Charlie on my Mac, reading some articles.

"Uh Ro, I think you wanna see this," She looked at me with worried eyes. My brows scrunched and I stood behind her. It was a small paragraph with a photo of me from earlier in Brooklyn.

'19-year-old model, Rosalie Walters was seen today at a social media tour called Digi Fest with internet risen rapper Sam Wilkinson. He tweeted her this morning saying he thought she was beautiful and wanted her to be in his new music video. And later today, they were spotted hanging out. The two were seen smiling and laughing with each other, just as Sam goes in for a hug. Just look at these photos a fan captured!' It then showed photos of us laughing and when I thought he was going to kiss me. 'We think they're keeping things on the low. We want your opinion, do you think they'd last?'

"We just met!" I cried. "God, every time the media writes an article about me it's about a rumored boyfriend or something totally fucking untrue."

"They just have nothing else to say," Charlie shrugged. "I mean, look at you. You just keep going up and nothing seems to be stopping you."

"Yeah, I guess th--" My phone blared on my nightstand, and I went to check who it was.

'Smokin' Sam' was on the screen, and my mood suddenly perked up.

"Yellow?" I casually answered.

"Hey, babe," Sam's voice rang through my ears. The way he spoke that word caused chills down my spine.

"Coincidentally, we were just talking about you." I spun around and looked at Charlie. Her jaw dropped and she mouthed 'Is that Sam?' I nodded and she made kissy faces at me. I flipped her off, causing her to laugh loudly.

"You and who?" He questioned, his voice laced with a bit of jealousy.

I smirked, "A friend. Anyway, why'd you call, Wilkinson?"

"You said to text you, right? I thought it'd be bett -" He stopped abruptly in his sentence, a voice in the background yelling.

"Jack, what do you mean? Are you fucking kidding me? Well, how the hell should I know?!" He yelled back at this 'Jack' person.

"I'm sorry about that," He sighed, sounding absolutely exhausted.

"It's fine. You guys sound stressed. What's wrong, can you not find another hotel?" My brows furrowed.

"Unfortunately, we couldn't. This is the fourth hotel we're at and each one doesn't have two-bedrooms. Do you know a hotel around here that might have rooms available?"

"Sadly, no. It's early December, which means tourists and visiting relatives for the holidays. But, hold on," I paused, pressing the mute button.

"Char, Sam and his friends don't have a place to stay tonight." She looked at me with a 'so what?' expression.

"You think I'd be crazy to let them stay here? I mean, there are three extra rooms."

"Nah. Let them stay. You can't leave them homeless. Plus, I wanna see his friends," She winked. I chuckled, unmuting the call.

"Why don't you guys stay at my place? I have room," I chewed on my bottom lip awaiting his answer.

"Wait, what? Rose, are you sure? I mean, it's four guys, and that's including me."