FAME

D A L L A S

Millie gasped. Oh No..

Dallas continued. "Anyways we're going to be trying to interview her tomorrow. And-" Suddenly Dallas was interrupted by one of his mates.

"Dallas was just telling us about how pretty she is. He was practically making goo-goo eyes at her."

Millie watched Dallas turn a bright crimson. "I said. She was nice in the dress and that I'd like to meet her one day." He said calmly collecting himself.

Millie giggled.

She'd been watching him since they were sixteen and seventeen.

Here she was a ball of old teenage hormones.

"Anyways, time to talk about best dressed!"

"I think Jack grazer won best shoes!"m

"Shut up Lisa. No one cares."

Millie laughed and threw her head back.

She loved the witty banter between Dallas and his sister. It was one of the best parts.

Suddenly her door burst open.

It was Finn.

"Listen I can explain."

"I don't want to hear about it."

She marched out of the room.

Fun chased after her desperately .

"Listen Mollie I-"

"Mollie?!" She turned around to face him.

"If you think I'll be one of your little 'makeout girls' then your as dumb as a worm."

He was at a loss for words.

"Get the fuck out!"

He stayed still.

"I said. Get the fuck out!"

He ran towards her.

They kissed. She fought back at first but melted.

"I didn't know we had anything together. But every since I'd met you I knew I wanted to have something. It was like that moment with Link and Tracy in Hairspray."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you calling me fat?" She giggled

"Tracy Turnblad is not fat. She's just curvy." He said acting offended.

They laughed. And kissed once more and ended up embracing.

Then iris stormed in.

"Finnie the car is running out of gas!"