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Scott

"Is that Scott Hoying?" The murmurs filled the atmosphere around me as I walked into Starbucks to pick up some coffee for my girlfriend and I without being recognized.

I order two specialties and sign an autograph for the barista's sister before walking away to wait for my drinks. As I scan the room out of boredom, I notice a familiar head of jet black hair.

"Carly?" I ask in disbelief, walking towards my girlfriend who pulls away from kissing some guy.

"Scott?" She asks, sounding slightly frightened. "I promise it's not-"

"Save it for someone who cares." I say with a more furious tone. "We're done." I finish, storming out of the coffee shop, no longer caring for the drinks I ordered.

A camera flashes in the corner of my eyes and I feel myself freeze.

Oh no, a paparazzi ambush.

Like sure, being a world famous pop singer has it's perks, but the paparazzi is definitely not one of my favorites. Given that I just caught my girlfriend cheating in the middle of a local coffee shop, there are bound to be paparazzi swarming here already.

Another few flashes of light get caught in the my viewpoint, breaking me out of my thoughts and a few people begin to approach me. They seem to be coming from everywhere.

Run.

My mind didn't have to tell me twice before I jolted in a promising direction. I run away from all of the interviewers and cameras, not wanting to talk to anyone right now.

A few minutes later, I'm still running, and they're not far lingering behind me. I decided that I needed to hide somewhere or else they'd never stop chasing after me.

Without thinking, I take a sharp right and find myself surrounded by gorgeous pastel pink roses. Bright green leaves surrounded each flower perfectly. Every leaf was well-trimmed and not a single rose had a drop of wilt on it.

I snap out of the trance and crouch behind some shrubbery. I hope whoever owns this garden doesn't mind me hiding here until the paparazzi give up.

Someone walks out of the house that is built perfectly at a corner of the garden. I widen my eyes nervously as I observe the gorgeous girl. Her shoulder-length hair looked dyed blonde but wasn't that noticeable. Her dark eyes stared at me in confusion as I motioned for her to come towards me.

She walks over until she's beside me and kneels down next to me so we're still hidden from view.

"What are you doing in my backyard?" She questions. "Wait, aren't you Scott Hoying?" She asks, her brown eyebrows knitting together. I can sense distaste in her whispered voice. I guess she's not a fan.

"Shh," I hush, placing a finger lightly on her thin lips. "Yes, I am Scott Hoying. I'm hiding from paparazzi. I just broke up with my girlfriend in public so they're chasing me, I really need a place to hide. Please don't let them know I'm here." I beg.

He looks conflicted for a second, like he's actually contemplating wheter or not to hand me over to be photographed alive. "Fine, do you want to come inside?" She asks, raising an eyebrow as she waits for my response.

"Yes, please. Thank you." I smile. She says nothing but scans my outfit until she texts someone.

SOS. My house. Now.

"SOS?" I ask. "Am I really that bad?"

"I suggest you not read my text messages, unless, of course, you would like me to tell the paparazzi you're here." She says in a fake sweet voice.

"Okay, I won't," I say, putting my hands in the air.

She observes me with a half-smirk placed on her mouth. "Good," She says as we begin to walk to her house. "So, you're the Scott Hoying."

"Mhm, I take it you're not a big fan?"

"Not even the slightest bit." She replies as we sit down on a red couch in her living room. "I just dislike pop culture in general, so don't take any offense to it." Wow, I don't meet many people like her. It's kind of refreshing. "Oh, I'm Kirstin, by the way."

"I'm Scott," I say because I felt the need to introduce myself once again.

"I know," She rolls her eyes as the doorbell rings. Someone's feisty. "I'll be back." She gets up to open the door and I immediately hear a high-pitched male voice.

"What's wrong, Kirstin? Why did you say SOS? Is everything okay?" He bombards her with questions. I guess that was who she was texting earlier.

"Nothing's wrong, just..." Kirstin says. "Just come in here, Mitch."

"Kirstin, what is so special about your living room tha-" He cuts himself off as soon as he makes eye contact with me. Great, a fanboy. "Oh my God! Scott Hoying!" He exclaims as he runs over and jumping on top of me.

"Mitch, calm down." Says Kirstin as she pulls the fanatic boy off me. "Sorry about him, he's kind of obsessed with you."

"Kind of?" I joke. "And don't worry, I'm used to it." I smile. "Hi, Mitch. Nice to meet you."

"H-hi! I'm Mitch -- wait you already knew that...You're Scott Hoying!" He exclaims.

"Calm down," Kirstin sighs.

"Yes, I am Scott Hoying." I say.

"H-hi!" He repeats and I can't help but chuckle. "Can you sign my forehead?" He asks, handing me a marker he got from who knows where.

"Okay," I laugh, scribbling my autograph onto Mitch's forehead skin.

"Thank you so much!" He exclaims with a bright grin.

"I should probably get going now." I say. "The paparazzi are probably gone now."

"Aww," Says Mitch, but I've learned to ignore those type of things. "Wait, before you do, here cutie."

He scribbles down -- what I assume to be -- his number. He finished with a heart. I'm going to have to scrub this off before fans began to contact the number.

I forget about the writing on my skin and begin to say my goodbyes.

"Maybe I'll see you around," I say to Kirstin with a encouraging smirk. What? She's cute.

"Maybe. Most likely not though." She retorts. I stick out my tongue at her before leaving her gorgeous home.

I really want to see her again but she obviously doesn't like me. Ugh.