thrashin', mid90s.

lil miss movie star - fourth grade

fourth grade was the well-know film geek in his friend group. he dreamt of making a movie one day, including the crazy idea he had: a film about a cape-wearing baby with superpowers. his friends shot that idea down, but he wouldn't give up. he'd achieve his goal, with or without their support. for now, he'd start out small; by filming his friends skate and any other favorite moments of his.

after he saw a new movie that came out, he was thrilled to get started. The movie was called, "dancing with the devil" and stared leonardo dicaprio, edward furlong, and a new actress by the name of (name) (last name). he had to admit, he developed a crush on (name), who played the role of the love interest.

his friends grew tired of this movie he continuously raved on about. fourth grade even dragged them to the nearest theatre to watch it with him a second time. his friends couldn't wait until this phase of his was over.

fuckshit, stevie, ruben and fourth grade sat around the tv in the skateshop, asking each other odd questions and poking fun at one another. ray stood near the register, helping out a customer who walked in. the tv was blaring loudly but that didn't stop the conversations of the teens.

"how fine is estée? be honest," ruben grinned mischievously. he knew how to get under stevie's skin and that was exactly was he intended to do.

"hmm," fuckshit pretended to think, placing a finger on his chin, "not as fine as me."

"oh, shut up." stevie punched fuckshit in his shoulder, grinning to himself.

"speaking of fine, what'd you guys think of that girl, (name)?" fourth grade spoke up. this question wasn't the best to ask his friends, they only cared about the looks of girls they knew. fourth grade wasn't attracted to any of them; that being the reason he was crushing hard on a celebrity.

"who? that chick from that movie you're all in love with?" ray questioned from his spot, rolling his eyes in mock-annoyance.

"yeah," fourth grade smiled dreamily, "her."

"she's hot but that's your girl, man." ruben raised his arms in defense.

"god, i wish." fourth grade muttered. that's all he could do.

-

a few hours later, the sun began to set as the teens cruised through the streets of los angeles. fourth grade held onto his trusty camera, aiming it out the car window to capture the stunning scenery.

he basked in the beauty of the sky, taking it in. fourth grade hated going to parties because he felt uncomfortable, so he decided to enjoy the feeling of calmness; the wind hitting his face gently and running through his hair.

he sighed once the car pulled up in a driveway. fourth grade didn't have a clue who's house this was or who was throwing it. it's not like fuckshit cared who was hosting it: all he wanted to do was party and get wasted.

his friends began to open the car doors, slamming them behind. fourth grade sat there for a second, mustering up any courage had. he could feel an edge of anxiety in his body. he really didn't feel in a social mood.

he joined his friends inside, immediately noticing the group of people huddled in the living room. he could make out a few familiar faces but there were mainly new ones.

he cursed to himself mentally once he realized his friends went their separate ways. fourth grade was never a social person so he would have a hard time mingling.

he was about to head into the backyard but stopped when he heard a familiar voice. sitting next to a boy with dyed purple hair, there she was: his celebrity crush, (name).

fourth grade nearly choked. these kids knew a movie star? he was in awe. it wasn't an every-day occurrence to be at a party with someone famous.

fourth grade must've been staring because (name) finally met his eyes, confused. he quickly looked away, pretending to look down at his shoes.

to spare himself from anymore embarrassment, he went into the backyard. he stood against the side of the house and breathed in. fourth grade clutched his camera to his chest. he might as well go find his friends, yet he still felt too embarrassed to do so.

the glass door slid open and (name) stepped out. she slid her hands into the pockets off her jacket, ready to approach that cute guy she saw. (name) was encouraged by her friend to go get his number.

"hey," she called out once she was close enough.

"oh, hey." fourth grade awkwardly waved at her.

"i'm (name), what about you?" behind her kind smile, the girl was dying inside. she really didn't want to mess this up.

"my friends call me fourth grade," he smiled uneasily, "you're that girl from that movie?"

"yeah, that's me!" (name) grinned as she burst with excitement.

"well, it's nice to meet you, lil miss movie star."

-

fourth grade ended up leaving that party with the girl's number written on his arm, a small heart at the end of the digits. he couldn't stop talking about (name) the whole ride home.