William franklyn Miller x reader

Fourteen

FLIMING.

That's what I thought of, when my 2:45 am alarm clock went off. Today was the first day on filming.

They wanted the light to still be dark, that's why we had to be there at 5:00am.

I put on some random clothes. Not even bothering with make up, considering they would have to put some one for my scenes.

(That's what you wear)

I walked upstairs. Josh and Sadie were standing there. I could tell Josh was uncomfortable, so I saved him.

"Hi..." I croaked out. My voice sounded tired, and I was.

"Thank god your here, I was mentally dying..." he mutter and I laughed.

"Do you want any cereal?" I asked him while opening the cabinet.

"I do." I heard him say.

"Me too." I recognized a lovely Australia voice.

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A driver picked us up. Finally, we had our own driver. His name was Dave. He was a larger man, and super sweet.

"Okay kids! It takes 2 hours to get there so get comfortable." He said. Luckily it was a limo so we had a lot of space.

This is how the seating was:

I thought.

Key word: THOUGHT.

I THOUGHT, I could sit through this for TWO HOURS. It's been 20 minutes. I'm a bit impatient...

I tapped my foot on the floor matching the beat to a song that was stuck in my head. It was 8teen by Khalid.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD

tap. tap. tap.

OR NOT! Ugh.

I was chewing on my bottom lip, it was a bad habit that I had if I was thinking. And I was thinking. About everything.