texts ▷ s. stan

EIGHT→SURPRISE

LONDON BECKONED SONGS ABOUT MONEY WRITTEN BY MACHINES

PANIC! AT THE DISCO

❝you better back your shit up
with more than good hooks
while you're all under the gun❞

HER HEART RACED as she stepped out of the cab. Addie's breath hitched in her throat as she saw the studio. She shifted around, looking at the busy paths of props, screens, costumes going back and forth. Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, unlocking the screen and seeing the text from Scarlett.

scar💓:
it's  set 12B :-)

thanks babe!

Looking back up seeing the sea of busy people. Not sure if she should go up to someone and ask where the set 12B was. Seeing a man in a suit hair perfectly combed; eating a sandwich. Seeming he was not busy she walked up to him. Tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. The man tensed, turning to see why he was tapped and who tapped him. Adelaide's eyes widened as she saw who it was. Daniel Gillies. "Holy shit." she whispered. "Excuse me?" Daniel asked, puzzled; mouth stuffed with bread, ham and lettuce, not sure what she said. "I-I, was wondering where is set 12B?" Stuttering, in awe of seeing the Daniel Gillies in front of her. "Yeah, It's down relay street and take a right onto it. Go all the way down where you see the crossing of broadway and its there."

"Thanks." Showing him a small smile. "Welcome, and you look just Phoebe Tonkin; a friend of mine." He commented. "I don't think I do, I mean, look at me." Motioning at her appearance. He chuckled at her response. "Oh, and I. Just wanna say I'm a big fan. I fucking love The Originals." Addie bashed on to Daniel, as she spoke a big smile appeared on his face. "Well I'm glad you love the show and are a big fan. Though, quick question, who is your favorite Mikaelson?" Quirking a brow towards the brunette. "Elijah, obviously." Rolling her hazel eyes as she giggled. Daniel did a small triumphing dance at the answer he received from Addie. "I like you." Daniel pointed at the bubbly girl. For a few minutes they spoke, getting to know each other. Adelaide felt her phone buzz from her back pocket, reaching in to grab it. The phone lit up with new messages:

scar💓:
AHHH WHERE ARE YOU?

CHRIS IS GETTING WORRIED

lmao loser:
WHERE TF ARE YO U

FUCKING ANSWER MY TEXTS
ADDIE

"Crap." She breathed out. "I have to get going, it was nice talking to you Daniel. Elijah better not die." Warning him. "He sure as hell won't, I'll make sure of it. And you ─ you need to do my makeup for one of these upcoming episodes. Elijah and I need to look fucking fantastic ─ as always." Flipping his head to the side as if he had long hair and sassily flipping it. Both Daniel and Adelaide exchanged numbers, and goodbyes. As she walked down the path towards Relay Street she said to herself. "Holy fucking hell, I got Daniel mother-fucking Gillies number."

She walked down the streets she was told and finally found 12B. Just looking at the number and letters, right next to it was a Civil War movie poster. Her legs began to feel like jello, not being able to take another step further. "Don't be a weak ass bitch, Addie." Closing her eyes, sighing. Taking it all in. She began to walk into the set, seeing green screens, producers, everyone with their job with making this all happen. She was in awe. Still waking through the set, looking around to find some familiar faces. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a familiar laugh, a laugh she would hear every five minutes when she would make a joke. Eagerly fast walking to the noise, there he was. Dropping her bags carefully a few feet away, she tip-toed behind the large figure. Robert Downey Jr. saw her behind the man, Addie shushing him; putting her finger on her lips. He did a small nod, zipping his mouth as if there was a zipper placed there. Immediately Adelaide put her hands around his eyes. "Guess who?" Addie said, in an American Accent. "Holy crap, uh. Liz?" She could feel his brows knit on her hand. "Guess again, pretty boy."