I'll keep you my dirty little secret- All American Rejects
"What do you look for in a guy?" the interviewer asked.
Camila and Indiana's faces contorted in disgust.
"A good listener," Bea shrugged. "Someone who I can really connect to,"
"I agree with that," Zendaya nodded. "Everyone should be able to talk to any partner they end up with,"
"Camilla, Indiana, your thoughts?" the interviewer asked. Camila glared at him.
"Well, me and my friend, Camila, don't really look for things in guys," Indiana said, folding her hands on her lap.
"I can't pinpoint one characteristic in a person and say 'That's what I want.' I fall in love with who I fall in love with," Camila said curtly.
"So you don't have a type?"
"No," all the girls answered at once.
"I fall in love with the soul, no matter what body they are in or what appearance they have," Zendaya said calmly.
"What about you Camilla?" the interviewer asked. (She forgot his name, how bout we call him Steve?)
"What about me?" Camila quirked an eyebrow.
"Did Max have any characteristics that really stuck out to you?"
"You're asking me about someone I broke up with when I was fifteen?" Camila furrowed her brows, a look of anger crossing her face. "That was two years ago. I don't want to talk about Max cause frankly, there's nothing to talk about. Max is a great gi- guy, Max is a great guy, and we're friends, but we're done,"
"And Luke Hemmings?" Steve asked, oblivious to the death stares all the girls were giving him.
"What about him?"
"Are you dating?"
Bea spit out the water she was drinking as Zendaya gasped. Indiana covered her mouth with her hand in shock and Camila had a look of pure horror on her face.
"What the fuck?!" Camila screeched.
"Gross man, that's gross," Zendaya shuddered.
"Luke is my fucking brother," Camila said, her face turning beet red. "We're not the Lannisters, I'm not dating my brother!"
"Sorry, my mistake," Steve apologized halfheartedly.
"That's disgusting!"
"I just assumed that because your last names are different-"
"Don't make assumptions," Zendaya snapped.
"It makes an ass of you and me," Bea pipped in, glaring at him.
"Indiana!" the interviewer turned to the blonde, ignoring the other girls. "Word on the street is you have a boyfriend,"
Indiana's face fell in confusion. "Excuse me?"
Steve pulled up a picture on the screen behind them.
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