Dave Franco Imagines

Photoshoot ~ Dave Franco

It was a Saturday morning, and I planned to sleep until 12 am, but I was woken up at 7.30 by my phone, which rang loudly. Unfortunately, it was in the kitchen, so I had to get out of my bed and walk out from my bedroom to find it. As I looked at it with my eyes half closed, I saw that the person who was calling me was my boss. My eyes immediately shot wide open, and I answered the call.

"Good morning, Mr Andrews. What can I do for you?"

"Morning, Y/N. Joey called. He is sick as hell, as he told me. I remembered your photos that you showed me last month. As I told you, they were good. So I want you to do Joey's shooting today."

"What?... I mean, of course, Mr. When does it start?" I said as I slowly sat down on the kitchen floor, feeling shocked.

"You should be here in an hour to do all the preparations. Can you come here till 8.45?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Then, see you later, Y/N."

"Bye." I said as he hung up. After sitting for 5 minutes, staring out of my head, I realized that I must be ready in half an hour. I jumped up and searched for food in the fridge. When I found some, I quickly eat it and ran to the bathroom, having a shower. I washed my hair really fast too, then as it was drying, I went to my room searching for clean clothes. Luckily, I'm not that kind of girl who loves fashion. I mean, I love dresses and skirts and high heels and I also wear them, but I don't live for fashion like some girls. I'm more of a girl who loves (and wears) only really comfortable clothes. I don't really care how I'm looking in them. Just a little bit.

When I dressed up, it was time to go, so I threw my things in my bag, put my camera in its case and flounced out my front door, quickly locking it behind me.
Fortunately I reached the bus which took me to the city centre from the outskirts where I live, so I didn't have to run miles to get to the studio. From the bus stop where I got off I only had to walk for a couple minutes and I was there, standing in the hall.
I checked my watch and when I saw that I have 8 more minutes, I decided to buy a coffee. Then I walked to the elevators with my drink in my hand and waited for one to come down.
As I was standing there, sipping my coffee, I started to think about the shooting. I knew it was my big chance to show my boss that I'm a better photographer than the majority of my colleagues. I don't want to seem rude but if I want to be honest, they are not so good. That's true. But my boss haven't believed me this yet. So I started to be really excited about this.
Suddenly, one of the elevator's door opened, cutting me out of my thoughts, so I quickly drank the last sip of the coffee and threw the empty cup in the rubbish bin.
Just as the door started to close, I heard someone yelling "Wait!" from the hall. I quickly stopped the elevator, which opened its door again.
As I was waiting for the person to reach me, I pulled out my phone from my bag.
"Thanks." I heard a man's voice next to me. "Where are you going?"
"To the shooting studios. Floor 14."
"Oh, I'm going there too." He said, and I nodded in an uninterested way, not looking up from my phone.
When the doors opened up again minutes later, the man next to me let me go in front of him, showing me how polite he is.
"Thanks." I mumbled and started walking to my boss' office, not really paying attention to his respond.
"Mr. Andrews, I'm here." I said while knocking on the open door, stepping inside.
"Oh, great. Please sign these papers, then I'm going to lead you to your studio." My boss gave me the papers, and as I was signing them, he stood up and then he led me to that room.
When I stepped inside and looked around, I saw the makeup artists and stylists who were already there, waiting for me. As I searched for the person who I had to take pictures about, I saw someone standing in the other half of the room, with his back to me.
"Mr And..." I started to say but stopped when I looked in his way and realized that he's not there. So I just walked deeper inside the room. As the crew greeted me, the man turned around.
"Oh, the elevator-girl." He said, and I stopped in my footsteps surprised. I quickly glanced around to see if he's not speaking to me. But no one was there so I looked back at him. By that time, he was closer to me, and his face came out of the dark into the bright lights. 'Oh my gosh.' I thought as I saw that smile. That eyes. That... everything. 'It's Dave Franco!' I stood there in silence watching him moving closer to me. But I still didn't understand what he just said, so I whetted my throat and started to talk.
"Excuse me?"
"You are the elevator-girl. Who stopped the elevator when I shouted 'wait'."
"Oh. You were him?"
"Yes." He said laughing. 'God, I can't be this dumb. He (this amazing man, this god) was standing next to me for minutes and I didn't look up from my stupid phone to notice him? Shit.'
You know, he's my favourite actor. I love all of his movies and I think he is very talented. (And also very good-looking...) That is the reason why I was so surprised and shocked.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't notice that it's you." I laughed while I blushed by embarrassment.
"Don't say sorry. There's no need to." He winked at me, and I melted. "At least, I'm happy that you didn't say anything. This way I could have a couple calm minutes."
"From fans?"
"Yeah. They chased me on the street."
"Ohh. That sounds terrible."
"It was." He laughed again, then before I could answer one of the technicians came to me and asked when we will start. I told him that we could immediately, so I quickly put down my bag and tuned in my camera.
The stylists and makeup artists made the last alterations, then they showed Dave where to stand. I walked there and stood in the right place, then started to take pictures.
I think we were there for like 1 or 2 hours, and we still haven't finished. Both Dave and I was tired like hell, but this was our job (umm I mean, for me it is a job, but for he, it isn't really, only it's worth to do it for him too) so we just continued doing it. We were talking during the photoshoot and we had fun. I told him jokes to make him smile or laugh, and I can say it worked pretty well. There were times when he laughed so much that he had to sit down on the ground. These times I was laughing with him and when he saw me laughing he started to do it more and more harder.
By the time we were close to the end of the shooting, his face was tired from smiling, but I still needed some more pictures with different lights and stuff like that, so I told him to relax and that he's only got a few minutes left.
He nodded and tried to smile again. When it didn't succeeded, he buried his face in his hands and sighed.
I stepped closer and started to talk to him.
"Hey, Dave, look at me. Just one more picture, okay?" When he didn't look up, I tried again. "Dave. Dave! David John Franco!"
"Whoa, you know my whole name?" He looked up with a shocked expression on his face.
"Of course. If you are a fan of someone, you know everything about him or her you can." I chuckled.
"You are a fan of me?"
"What?" I stopped and thought about what I just said. "Oh. Ooooh. Umm... yeah..." I mumbled and blushed when he smiled at me.
"But you're not like other fans. They scream and hug me and ask for my autograph and a picture with me."
"I'm at work. I can't do that while I'm working." I said winking at him.
"That means you would do that if we where outside in the streets?"
"Maybe."
"You can have an autograph and even a picture too if you want to." He said, winking back at me.
"I have thousands of pictures of you right now in my hands. And maybe I'm not on these pictures with you, but no one else has these pictures. Just me. I could do whatever I want with them." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Oh yeah, that's true." He smiled widely. I quickly lifted up my camera, but as I was about to take the picture, I realized that the smile faded. I let down my hands in a disappointed way.
But suddenly I got an idea to make him laugh for the last pictures so I raised my arms again and stood steady as I started to say my plan.
"Dave."
"Yeah?" He looked at me and when he saw the camera in front of my face he let a weak smile form on his face.
"You're so handsome. Like, honestly. I have never said this to any living creature. Even when I did other shootings, I never told it to them. So appreciate it. And if I say it, that means that I think it's true. So.... Dave Franco, you are a really good-looking man." I said watching his face, searching for a change in his expression.
I didn't have to wait for long, because almost immediately he started to laugh. He became embarrassed and his face transformed a little more redder. While I said it, his arms were held out next to his sides, so he looked like he was about to say 'who cares' or something like that. But as I finished saying it, he lifted his left arm and ran his fingers through his perfect brown hair. Then he caressed the back of his head and looked down at his shoes, still laughing in embarrassment. 'God, he's really sooo cuteee...' I thought while I was taking a plenty of pictures of him.
After he calmed down, I told him that we finished and I started to pack my things up. The couple makeup artists who stayed in the room till the end of the shooting did the same thing, but they were quicker than me and left the room. I was turning down the spotlights softly humming some unknown melodies, thinking that I'm alone, when suddenly I heard a voice from behind me. I jumped, feeling like my heart just stopped.
"Oh my god..." I screamed.
"Mhmm, I'm sorry." Dave said.
"You're still here? Why didn't you go? We finished." I looked at him with a questioning look, putting my hands on my chest.
"Yeah, I set out for home but I realised that I still don't know your name." He said shyly. 'Why is he shy? Anyway, he's even more adorable this way...'
"Really?" I questioned surprised. I always introduce myself to all the people I have to photoshoot. How could I forget it this time? When he nodded, I stretched out my arm at him. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Dave."
He took my hand and shook it.
"I'm happy that I could get to know you."
"Oww that's sweet." I smiled at him. 'Wow. Am I really flirting with someone? Especially, with a famous actor?? Since when I'm behaving like this??' :D
"Maybe, if I'm not too personal, can I ask you your surname? And maybe your phone number?" He told this to the door next to us.
...I mean, he told it to me, but he was looking at it because he was too shy to look at me, so it looked like he's saying it to the door. Lol.
"Dave please look at me if you are talking to me. Don't be so shy. It's just not the Dave I got to know today." I winked. 'I never winked before at a man. And now, it's the second in a short time. It's really a different me.'
He lifted his head, looked deep in my eyes and repeated his question. I didn't even have to think about it twice, I just said it because I wanted him to not be embarrassed or afraid of asking it. When he finished saying his questions, I held back the urge to speak immediately, and after some seconds, I tilted my head and finally started to speak as slowly as I can.
"My last name is Y/S/N, and give me your phone."
When I gave it back to him, he looked at me with a face like he's still wanting to ask something so I waited. When he didn't say anything, I decided to help him.
"Do you want anything else?" I smiled.
"I.... uhh.... I just wanted to ask if.... maybe you want to....."
"Yeah?" I tried to make him say what he wanted but it was hard.
"Uhh. I wanted to ask if you want to go on a date with me someday?" He said quickly with only one breath, so I had to concentrate on his words very careful to understand what he said. When I did, I froze.
"This means no? Okay, I understand that. I mean, there would be the paparazzi and stuff like that if we would be together, and I don't want to put you out to that, but I had to ask because I like you so much..." he said, again only with one breath.
"Dave. Breathe. And I would love to go on a date with you." I said pressing the word 'love'. "I like you too."
"You do?" He looked up with his eyes shining so bright.
"Yeah. A lot. I already liked you before but today I think you just made me like you more..."
"Oh, that's great. I mean... Okay, I will call you tomorrow with the details of the date."
"Good. I'll wait for your call." I said and I hugged him. I didn't exactly know why I did that, but some strange power forced me to do it. He hugged me back tightly. It felt so good in his arms. It felt so safe. I wanted to stay like that forever. But it had to end, so after a few minutes, he took my hand and walked me to the elevators. We stepped into one and talked while we were going down. Then we said our 'goodbye's and walked away, me smiling like an idiot.