Anderson and Brooke seemed to be good friends...so good I can't even butt in. Damn. They really are famous.
I guess I'm not involved in here. Better get out, better get out.
I tiptoed my way to the main door, almost sneaking out, but...
ANDERSON CAUGHT ME!!
He caught me! Damn it! I-I need to run!!
And so I flashed my way to my apartment, but he was catching up.
Damn!!! This is just so awkward!
I ended up in the apartment exhausted. I locked the door, fearing that he might chase me again like he did earlier.
That was so close. I was so tired I decided to grab a snack...until I heard a bang on the door.
"Open this up!"
"No, ain't opening it! Bastard," I shouted. The bang became louder.
"I said, open this thing up!"
"I AIN'T OPENING IT YOU DAMN BASTARD!" I cried out. It seems he became pissed.
He began to search for a key. This is so bad!
In the end, I gave in and opened.
"Why did you even try to run out of the place? You caused chaos, you freak!" he said, catching his breath.
"I haven't known all of you just yet, Anderson! I'm still new here, and I really do feel awkward whenever you and some other person talk...I just can't see you with another, like seriously," I answered and gave him a towel and a burrito.
Oops...did I just say a much more awkward thing?
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[C] In Your Arms
FanficNOTE: This is very different from my Lightyears series, because this is...well...what I would imagine if I work alongside him. I was just a fan. Watching his reports on TV, following his social media accounts...I was just a typical fangirl back the...