Idolising Isaac

When Jessica met Callum...

    I thought it was just a normal day in my home town of Carlisle. I was walking around town, trying to find a decent place to eat. I've eaten at nearly every damn place there is to eat in this damn town. I turned the corner, about to cross the bridge to one of the most nicest places I've eaten in this town.

Then there he was. The guy I have admired, loved and obsessed over for so long, he's a famous actor, but that changes nothing. Callum was the most perfect guy I've ever seen, he turned and looked up into the light, he flipped his beautiful brown hair and I tried not to faint.

I walked towards him, "H..Hello?" I stuttered, "Are you Callum Isaacs?"
He turned to face me, I squinted my eyes due to the light and looked up at him. He was significantly taller than me, but not really by much. Maybe a little, maybe about 6 inches?

My name is Jessica. Jessica Goldly to be precise. I'm about 5 foot 4 inches, I'm 16 years old and my passion is Never Ending Nightmare, the show that Callum stars in. Callum plays a man called Justin, who is an angel in the show Never Ending Nightmare, he helps out his two best friends, who are humans, John and Robert. They may seem like ordinary names for humans, but they are really two amazing humans who are beyond extraordinary and normal. John is played by Jake Andrews and Robert is played by Luke Gothling. But there is one devil who is in most episodes, Kingsley, he is played by Brian Stevens who is an incredible actor, but still not as good as Callum.

"Yes, who are you?" He looked up and down my body, examining me, trying to work out who I was. "Another one of my," he sighed and did quotation marks with his fingers, "fans?" He sighed again, "If you ask me, they're just obsessive people who only like me for my looks. My acting is decent but it's clear that they only like me for my looks, not for my acting. Ask them what they've seen of my acting and they only reply with Never Ending Nightmare. Nothing but that. I've done so much other acting but it's always that that they refer to, never anything else." He looked at the ground, "Sorry, I'm groaning. Anyway," he looked intently at me, "who are you?"
"Oh.. No Sir, I am not one of your," I did the same quotation marks with my fingers that he did, "fans. I am your tour guide." I explained, trying to think of an excuse to be around him for as long as possible.

He smiled at me, "About time! I've been waiting here for at least 15 minutes for the tour guide that was meant to be meeting me here."
My face went bright red and I stuttered, "O-o-oh. I'm so sorry, I didn't realise. I'm so sorry, Mr. Callum, Sir. If I'd of known then I would of tried to get here sooner. The other tour guide-"
"I don't care what happened," he interrupted, "at least you're here now." He smiled a sympathetic, sweet smile. The smile that always made my heart melt when I saw him do it on TV or in films or in a picture, but seeing it in person made me swoon and nearly faint. I forgot how gorgeous this perfect guy was...