Innocent - A Dylan O'brien Fanfiction

Practicing in my house

"Now, we want to film a part, where Zed talks to his sister about Maya. Ready?"Kevin asked.
A girl with curly, long brown hair and a pretty face walked to the fake-room. She smiled at me.
"I'm Zoe, i play Mayas best friend Jules."she said.
"Oh, that's cool."i said. I didn't know, what else to say.
"Cammie, please get out the room."sighted Kevin.
"Umm, sorry."i said fastly. Dylan grabbed my shoulders and pushed me sofly off the fake, wooden floor.
"There we go! You can dance behind the camera man. To entertain us. Deal?"he whispered with a typical smile.
"What? Wait..."i tried to say, but Dylan went back on the stage.
"Action!"yelled Kevin.
I watched the scene. It was interesting, like i was watching the special - features disc of a movie. Once Zoe stopped talking and started laughing. The camera man rolled with his eyes.
"I'm sorry... Let's start again."she said, still giggling.
It took so long until that one scene was filmed, and i was hetting bored.
"Hello there. Cammie, right?"sad a man.
"Yes."i said confused.
"I'm Mason, i am here to discuss the plans of filming with you. Okay?"
"Sure. Of course."
I had no idea what he was talking about.
"So, first of first, tomorrow we will film a night-scene, so you have to come at ten a clock in the evening. Does that work for you?"he asked.
"I will convince my parents. What are we filming at ten a clock?"i wanted to know.
"A scene, where Maya and Zed go camping, but a storm comes and they have to drive all the way back home."explained Mason.
"Oh. And what is the second thing?"
"Next week the whole cast and our crew will fly to New Zealand, to film an important part of the movie. The question is, if you can clear that with your parents. Or do you want Kevin to give you a document?"asked Mason.
"Wow, New Zealand. Sounds interesting. I think i will need tgat document."i laughed.
"Okay, Kevin will hand it over to you as soon as they finished filming the Jules-and-Zed-Talk."said Mason.
"Umm, thanks."
"No problem. Just be ready for the flight and take everything you need. It will be really long."said Mason and went back into the Styling-rooms.
"We are finished! Finally!"yelled Dylan from the room.
"Yes. Finally."said Kevin with a weak voice and tired eyes.
"That's it for today. Everyone can go now. We will see you guys tomorrow at ten in the evening, don't forget!"warned the woman, whom i had my casting with.
A Masking-girl pushed me down on a chair and started removing all the glue and makeup.
"Hey, you can leave the makeup."i said a little upset.
"It's too pretty for every day."laughed the Makeupartist.
"Then why is Maya wearing it?"
"I guess because Zed likes it."said the Masking-girl with a smile.
Dylan set down next to me and let the Masking-people do their work.
"So, did you like your first day of work?"he asked.
Obviously, i got a chance to make out with Dylan O'Brien and i literally set on him and saw him remove his t-shirt right in front of me.
"Yeah. A little boring, but nice."i lied.
"Oh well, it's not always that boring. Usually everyone is running around hectic, or playing pranks on the other. Or ruining the takes with weird noises."Dylan said.
"Aha. Pranks. Let's see what i can do in that region."i grinned.
"You better be careful on our trip to New Zealand. Everyone will be obsessed with the idea of pranking our new actress. Also... i already have some good ideas."he said with a wicked smile.
I couldn't believe, that Dylan O'Brien was just talking to me. For him it was so easy. I felt like every word out of my mouth was weird and i just wanted to sink into the ground.
"Nice acting today, by the way."said Dylan.
"Oh. Thanks. You too."i said and felt my cheecks becoming red. Red like hell.
Dylan was polite and ignored the fact, that i looked like a grilled tomato.
"About practicing: When do you want to meet up?"he asked and stood up.
I stood up too and tried to think of a good time, where he could come over, without my parents noticing. Because they wouldn't care that it's Dylan O'Brien, they would just see, that he was a boy and i invited him to my house. It would end in a big scandal. I didn't need that.
"Tomorrow lunch time?"i said. It was the only time, where my patents weren't home. So it was perfect.
"Sure. Can i have your digits?"he asked neutral and took his phone out of his jeanspocket.
The Makeupartist put white powder on my cheecks and smiled. Even she noticed, that i was blushing. How embarrassing.
He wanted my number. Even if not for the reason i would like him to ask for it, but also this was enough to throw me out of my rythm.
"Hello? Do you have a phone number?"he asked with raised eyebrows.
"Oh, yes, of course. Wait."i answered fastly and pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket.
I told him my phone number and he saved it. Then he told me his. Now i was really about to freak out and scream. I had Dylan O'Briens phone number! Wasn't that crazy? Totally crazy?
"I'll see you tomorrow."he said.
"I guess. See you then."i said.
"Bye bye, Green."he said with a provocative smile and left.
"Bye, O'Brien."i said. My chest was about to burst becsuse of my unnaturally fast beating heart.
"You like Dylan?"asked the Makeupartist.
"No. I just think he is... hot."i confessed. Good that no one besides the girl was listening.
"Well.. who doesn't?"she sighted.
I grinned: "I'm glad we all think the same. But don't forget: i don't love Dylan, i'm just fangirling a little over him."
"Of course. And he has a girlfriend, you know."she said.
"Yes... i know."i said. He had a girlfriend? I felt crushed. But i should have known.
"Bye."i said to the Masking-girl.
"Bye, Cammie!"she said. I still felt bad, because everyone knew my name and i had not the slightest idea, how my Masking-girl was called.
I left the set and took the bus to my home. When i reached my door, i called Tasha.
"Hi Tasha, you won't believe what happened today!"i said.
"Seems like this movie is full of surprises. Tell me right now, Cammie!"
"Well, we filmed."
"Wow, so unbelievable."said Tasha ironically.
"That's not all, dummie!"
"Okay, okay. Explain."
"So, we filmed. And then, one of the directors, Kevin, said that we have to kiss on the bed! Can you imagine that?"i screamed into my phone.
"Oh my gosh, Cammie! What did you do?"
"We kissed on the bed and... wow, he sure is a good kisser."
"Good kisser? Good kisser, Cammie? Is that all you say, after touching and kissing Dylan O'Brien? I really want to murder you right now, to take your place in the movie! Tell me every detail, you lucky person!"
"I failed taking his shirt off and then he did it for me."
"Wow, was that part of the movie?"
"I don't think so. But Kevin said it was cute."
"I'm freaking out!"
"Me too!"
"And then?"
"And then i saw his sixpack."
"I'm done. You are the luckiest girl."
"I got his phone number."
"Are you kidding me? How?"
"Because we want to practice tomorrow."
"Wow, Cammie. You have to call me tomorrow."
"I will, no worries. I have to talk about this craziness with someone!"
"Good. Bye!"
"Bye, Tasha."
When i ended the call, i was already in the kitchen eating dinner. As usual mum and dad were still at work and couldn't ask me about my first working-day. I just sat there alone. Outside it began to get dark and suddenly it also started raining. The raindrops were hitting the glass loudly and i felt like a loner. Other parents cared ablut their kids. Mine didn't. They cared about work, friends, money and their reputation. Maybe mum was sometimes there to help me, but almost never.
I grew up on my own. Mum and dad just paid for my school and education. Or for my food and doctors.
But they never spend time with me. I had to figure out everything alone. Like now. I couldn't ask them for parent's advise.
They wouldn't tell me if it was wrong or okay to develop feelings for a celebrity. Even if only knew him for two days. I had to tell myself, that it wasn't okay. Dylan O'Brien was nothing for me, and only fools would fall for him. Fools like me.
It got late and i had to go to bed. My eyes were closing by themselves and my legs almost didn't manage to get me up the stairs. I was so tired. I slept in with my clothes.