"Y/F/N Y/L/N is taking the industry by a storm! Taking home 3 Golden Globes tonight and adding that to her collection of Oscars and Emmy's she won and at the young age of 18? Wow. We're definitely not seeing the last of her."
I shut off the television that played the interview I participated in the night before. I look over to the covered shelf that held the trophies I won over the passed few years. A smile starts to form at the thought of me being a successful actress at eighteen. Eighteen. Seriously, I can't even fathom how fulfilling these passed few years have been. I kick off the blanket I had on and headed straight to the bathroom and prepared myself for the long day of meetings ahead of me.
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"Hey, where are you?" I hear one of my co-stars ask once I answered his phone call.
"I'm still getting ready. Why, what's up?" I asked, fluffing my hair to my liking.
"I was wondering if you could pick me up? I'm at a friend's house right now, we were writing lyrics for this collab we're doing and I completely forgot we had the meeting today." I heard a slight panic in his voice as he asked me for this favor.
"Yeah, alright. Send me the address and I'll come and get you." I look at myself in the mirror one last time and I head downstairs, shutting off the light in my bedroom.
"Great! Thanks so much, Y/N. Oh and congrats on winning three globes last night!" He laughed before we hung up. A few seconds later he texts me the address to his friend's house and I'm out the door.
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"Hey, I'm outside." I said over the phone. I hear other guys harshly whispering in the background and my co-star lets out a laugh.
"Can you come in? These guys want to meet the famous Y/F/N Y/L/N." I bit my bottom lip in hesitation.
"Really?" I asked, hoping it wasn't some sort of prank since he was notorious for pulling pranks on set.
"Yes, really. Come on Y/N, they won't bite." I playfully roll my eyes and I finally give in.
"Fine. I'm leaving my car now," I say before walking up to the front door. Before I knocked, I heard the shuffling of feet from, what I'm guess, the top of the stairs. I give myself a small smile and found the courage to knock on the wooden door in front of me. Within seconds, I was greeted by my co-star who had a smirk plastered across his face.
"I don't like that look. It looks like you're up to something." I tell him, crossing my arms as if it would protect me somehow.
"No, I swear it's nothing. It's just this guy upstairs want to meet you and he's nervous meeting someone as 'famous' as you. Come in so we can get this over with." I simply nod my head and followed him up the stairs. He leads me into a room where four other boys were. Four attractive boys.
"Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Sam Wilkinson, Jack Johnson, Nate Maloley, and Jack Gilinsky." He introduces and I politely smile at them.
"It's nice meeting you guys. I'm a fan of the music you all put out." I compliment and I sense a slight shock in their expression.
"You listen to our music?" Johnson asked.
I giggled at their expression and proudly nodded my head. "Yeah, I do."
"Oh congrats on the awards last night, by the way! Three golden globes? I may not understand how important that is because I'm not an actor or anything, but it seems pretty big and I'm sure you deserved it." Sammy adds on.
"Thank you, Sam." I give him a genuine smile before turning my attention elsewhere.
"So Skate, what were you saying about Y/N before she came here?" I hear my co-star tease. My eyes met Nate's and I saw him trying to hold back his smile, but failed. His dimples caved into his cheeks and his white teeth showed. Wow, he was even more attractive in person. I smile at him, waiting for him to respond. I quickly glance at the three other guys who all have the same mischievous grin across their faces. "What was one of your goals if you ever met her?" My co-star taunted again.
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FanfictionA compilation of imagines that I've written from my tumblr account about the Omaha boys. Also, the reader is named Y/N (your name) & I'm too lazy to edit it. J. Gilinsky | J. Swift | S. Wilkinson | J. Johnson | N. Maloley (in that order) ( * ) are s...