Mr Blythe & I | LZ ✓

s e v e n t y - o n e

"Here we are, ladies!" Amybeth's mom hollered as we pulled into a large car park surrounded by nothing but white fields. "I think I saw Dalila around the corner with Christian - you guys should go catch up with them."

"Thanks mom! Come on, Christina." Amybeth smiled before dragging me out of her side of the car, suddenly stopping as she noticed I hadn't had the chance to loosen my seatbelt. "Oops, sorry."

Heading further into the field by foot, it became obvious that the trailers and store rooms were beyond the hill, and my heart rate quickened at the thought of finally meeting all of the men and women behind my favourite characters.

"There's Christian," Amybeth stated as we looked down towards the trailers. "Christian!"

Squinting a little to steady my focus, I noticed a familiar blonde-haired boy glance up in our direction. Billy Andrews. Before I could process what was happening, Amybeth and I were soon sprinting down the hill faster than my legs could carry me, and I almost tripped on several occasions.

"Hey, Amybeth." Christian greeted with a brief hug. "And hey... Oh, I don't believe I know who you are?"

"Christina." I smiled, and his eyes mysteriously brightened.

"Christian and Christina... That's an accident waiting to happen." Amybeth joked. "Anyway, mom said Dalila was with you."

"She was, but she headed back to her trailer to get her makeup done." Christian explained, gesturing towards the large caravans behind him. "She should be finished by now though."

"Thanks! We'll see you later." Amybeth nodded before grasping ahold of my hand and leading me towards the small village of actors and producers. "I guess we should probably get our makeup done now too. We start filming in a few hours-"

"Hey, Amybeth! Who's this?" Yet another boy frowned after patting Amybeth's shoulder as a form of greeting.

Whoa, it's Jerry Baynard.

"This is Christina." She said, turning to face me. "I think I should get you a name tag or something." She continued to joke.

"Ah." Aymeric nodded, sparing me a last glance before returning to Amybeth. "Michael wanted a word with you in the store room... Something about your new costume?"

"Oh, yay!" Amybeth squealed, eyeing me from where she stood. "Your trailer is number thirty - the one next to mine. I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Okay." I smiled half-heartedly, watching as Amybeth made her way towards a small building at the far end of the field. "Bye, Aymeric."

"You know my name?" The boy questioned with a slight tilt of his head. "But, I didn't tell you it..."

"I'm a fan." I shrugged innocently before heading towards the trailer Amybeth had listed as being my own.