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= Brooke =

"Wait, what the fck?" I stopped Alex from explaining our roles and the plot of the movie.

"What's wrong, Bri?" Alex asks as I looked at him in disbelief. "Is there something wrong, babe?" Cameron asks, looking at me, an eyebrow raised and an annoying smirk plastered on his face.

Oh, how I want to slap the smirk off. He's definitely trying to see me burst out of my annoyance, but I'm not letting him succeed with that.

I composed myself and looked at Alex. "I'm sorry, I was just shocked with the plot and casts, that's all." I secretly glare at Cameron who was looking like he was definitely enjoying this.

"Okay, so going back. Bri, you will be Stacy - the normal girl who doesn't even know that Travis, Cam's role, exists." I nodded, trying to be calm.

"And you, Cam, will be Travis - the famous actor that everyone adored, but when one day when you were running away from your fangirls, there, you see a car." I took a sip of my frappe, nodding again.

"You knock on the window of the car, making the girl in there, which happened to be Stacy open the windows and ask what you were doing."

"Long story short, you two would end up falling in love and all those cliché stuff." Alex ends as I make a disgusted face.

"So, is that fine?" He asks, making me and Cameron, nod. "Okay, since this will be airing nationally, I need you two to sign a contract." He hands the both of us a fair amount of papers and made us sign it.

"Okay, it's settled, then. The both of you are the lead roles of my new movie. I'll be sending the scripts soon, and I'll just message you guys the dates of the shoots."

He stood up, grabbing his bag, and leaving me and Cameron, sitting awkwardly on the same table.

"Oh, hey, look at the time. I need to go, as well." I stood up, already making my escape when I was stopped by what Cameron said.

"See you soon, babe." I turned around to see that he winked at me. "Ew. Did you wink or there was dust caught in your eye? Couldn't really tell the difference."

I was just about to make my way out again, when I remembered something.

"Oh, and don't babe me."

. . .

I just walked in my hotel lobby, and I don't seem to know where I put my fcking phone.

"Brielle?" I stopped rummaging my bag, trying to find my phone when I heard a familiar voice call my name.

"Andrea!" I pulled her in for a hug, and smiled. "I haven't seen you in a while." She said, mirroring the smile on my face.

"I was back home in New York." I shrugged. "So, what brings you here again?"

"I was called for a meeting for my up-coming movie." She stared at me, as I rose an eyebrow at her.

"The movie that Alex's directing?" A huge grin replaced the confused look on my face. "Yeah, that one."

"I'm part of it, too!" She squealed, making me squeal, as well. "Why weren't you there awhile ago? We had a meeting."

"Alex wanted to do a separate meeting with the main casts and supporting casts. We won't be knowing what it's all about until tomorrow afternoon."

"Why didn't he just make it into a whole big meeting so that everyone would know at the same time?"

"Apparently, he has lots of time on his hands." I chuckled, Andrea smiling. "So, you're staying here, as well?" She nods.

"Wanna make a YouTube video?" I ask, giving the receptionist my name, so I can check in.

"Yes! I haven't done a collaboration in ages." The receptionist gave me my room card.

"Cool, so wanna meet later in my hotel room?" We entered the elevator, and shockingly, we were staying on the same floor.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Oh, by the way, who are the other main casts of the movie?"

"Cameron Dallas." I didn't even look at her. I was staring at my chipped nail polish, thinking that I could use a manicure.

"Just him?" I nodded and she swooned. "What the hell was that?" I asked, laughing at the sound she just made.

"I smell a new ship." I playfully glared at her, and exactly, the elevator dinged, indicating that we were on the floor we pressed.

"Hell no." I turned right, Andrea following closely behind me. "Why not? He's one of my friends and I've worked with him in his movie Expelled. He's not bad."

I stopped in front of my door, Andrea was just a door away. Well, how cool was that?

"I don't care. Just don't make a ship or something." I tapped the card, and I pulled the knob down.

"I won't promise anything." Was the last thing I heard before completely getting in the hotel room.

. . .

"Brent's here." Andrea told me as she was laying down on my bed, her phone in front of her face.

"Cool, he's part of the movie, as well." I smiled, liking the casts, already. Well, Cameron is an exception.

The door unlocked, revealing a Brent Rivera smiling at us. "Hey!" Well, that explains why there were two queen-sized beds.

"What's up, Bri?" He pulled me into a hug. "I'm good, how about you?" He sat down on his bed, facing Andrea and I.

"I'm good, as well." Andrea stood up from laying down and faced me. "What about that collab you were talking about?"

"Oh, yeah. Brent, you wanna join?" He smiled, nodding. "Yeah, what are we doing?"

"I'm settling for Truth or Dare." I shrugged, really having no idea for this week's video.

"What are you doing on yours, Andrea?" I take out my phone, tweeting my followers to send some truths or dares with the hashtag #TruthorDarewithBriendrea

"I'll do a Q and A since I haven't done one of that for such a long time now." I nodded while Andrea was probably tweeting to ask for questions, as well.

"How about you, Brent?" He shook his head. "Nah. I just posted yesterday." I nodded, setting up the camera on the tripod.

Andrea and Brent sat in front of the window, sideways from the bed. I pressed record and started doing what I do when someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it." Andrea volunteered, leaving me and Brent peeking to see who it was.

"Cam's here and he was wondering if he could join?"

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So, I just brought Andrea Russett and Brent Rivera in the story. How amazing is that? And why does Cam keep on popping in the last part of the chapters? Well, stay tuned for more, guys. :))

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