"You're a star now, welcome to the big league. They all wanna pic. They all wanna see what you're made of, what you're gonna do. Is life gonna get the best of you?"
(Written 12/5/15 - 2/20/17)
(Under editing from 2/21/17 - 6/27/17)
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"I wanna be in a movie." I said to Michael while we were driving in the car. Michael chuckled.
"Yeah well I wanna make movies. It's my dream."
"I got it," I clasped my hands together. "You make movies and I'll star in them and be the American Dream everyone says I apparently am, and you do your little dream and make em." I smiled sweetly.
"Wow, put a lot of thought into that, huh?" Michael laughed. I rolled my eyes.
"Haha alright kid. You could be a movie star. You look like one...and act like one you fucking brat." He verbally attacked.
I frowned at him. "I do not." I replied. He laughed again.
"Okay I'm kidding." Then his phone rang. I turned my head and admired the sunset while he talked on the phone.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Were gonna have a diversion from the precious mall, darling." He said sarcastically.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "Some warehouse." He replied dryly.
"Okay...?" I waited for any details, but Michael didn't provide them. I bit my lips and leaned back in my seat and just looked out the window.
Suddenly my phone rang. I grabbed my phone from the cup holders and saw 'Evan' on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hey!" He exclaimed. I could almost hear his smile over the phone.
"What do you want?" I asked. Michael glanced over at me.
"You to go out with me. Friday night after school." He asked. I think my night is clear.
"And do what?" I asked.
"Go see a movie. Dinner. I have some news about something that happened to me I wanna tell you also." He replied.
I sighed. "Alright fine. What time are you picking me up?" I asked with a smirk.
"Six I guess?"
"Alright. Sure. I'll go." I said.
"Aw sweet. Thanks. I'll see you Friday?" He said.
"Yeah, I guess. Bye." I replied and hung up.
"Who was that?" Michael asked as he pulled into a parking lot of a warehouse. "A pest." I replied with my arms crossed over my chest.
