Filming Love [Dylan O'Brien]

Chapter Two: Arriving on the New Land

.Chapter Two: Arriving on the New Land.

-Brooke's pov-

'Miss? Miss?' I hear a distant voice calling out through the darkness. Still half asleep, I can't make out if she is talking to me or to somebody else. Probably somebody else, I convince myself and turn around in my 'bed', only is my bed suddenly extremely uncomfortable.

A hand now touches my shoulder and shakes me a little. 'Miss, we have arrived in Albuquerque,' the voice continues. I'm suddenly wide awake, my eyes the size of sausages and I'm already halfway out of my seat. 'The Scorch Trials!' is the only thought in my mind. How could I forget about the flight?

'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' i call out to the hostess who waked me, while i take my small bag. I sprint out of the plane and quickly walk into the direction of where all the suitcases are placed neatly one next to another.

After grabbing my big red suitcase, i drag myself towards the big doors that connect this airport to the outside world. Now what? I have absolutely no idea where to go, as i was stupid enough to not have checked that. In all my excitement, I completely forgot. Man, i could hit myself right now, but I won't because I don't think that looks pretty normal for a 24 years old girl to do in the middle of a busy airport.

But, as i look around, something i tend to do a lot, i see a tall boy with wild blonde hair, dressed in all black and sunglasses, holding a small paper with my name clearly written on it: Brooke Cooper.

As i look at him, more precisely at he paper he's holding, he notices my stare and he turns his body fully toward me. He waves me over and a friendly smile is making its way upon his face.

'Brooke Cooper, is that you?' He asks me as i near him, still carrying my heavy suitcase behind me.

'That's me,' I answer excited, 'and who are you?' You know my name so it's only fair if you tell me yours,' i finish with a smile.

'True,' the boy chuckles, 'Name's Thomas, and lovely British accent by the way,' he says while slipping down his sunglasses for a mere seconds. But that second is enough for me to fully recognize him. If the accent didn't give it away, than his eyes most definitely did. Thomas Brodie Sangster, who portrays Newt in the movie, is standing in front of me.

He must've read it of my face that I recognized him, because his hand flew to his mouth, signaling me to stay quiet. I understand that he doesn't want a horde of fangirls running behind us. Even though I have a lot of questions, 'Why is he here?' 'What's with the paper?' ... , I keep my mouth shut and give him a smile and a nod, my sign for him that i understand him.

For a second, I am really confused as he nears me, but then his hand wrap around the handle of my suitcase and I realize that he is taking it. 'Follow me, Brooke.' He simply says and starts walking with my suitcase now trailing behind him.

'Where are we going?' I catch up with him, and can't keep the question in. 'And don't go all Newt on me, saying that i can't ask questions and will have to wait.' I add with a wink and can't help but feel good about that one.

He laughs loudly, clearly not expecting me to make Maze Runner references. 'I am your driver today, love. Director asked someone to volunteer to pick the new cast member up from the airport, so here I am. Thought I could get to know you better before we start filming.'

'Awesome! My first friend.' I exclaim happily. 'First five minutes on this new land, and look at me, already making friends.' Hashtag proud.

Thomas laughs yet another time and his laugh is so contagious that I seriously can't keep myself from laughing with him.
'Now comes the fun part, we'll have to run past all those lads with overly priced camera's.' He adds a little sarcasm in his tone. I see him looking out of the window and follow his gaze. A group of twenty or so men are standing in front of the exit. All equipped with big camera's, waiting for Thomas and I to get out.

'Here, you may need it,' He slips a pair of sunglasses in my hands. They are the exact same as the ones Thomas has on. I follow his advice and put them on.

'Isn't there like, a back exit we can take?' I ask him.

'Not a chance love. The car's parked in the front,' Thomas replies. Silently cursing to myself, i follow him to the big doors. The men must've picked up that something was happening, because they now all gather even closer to the door, if that's even possible.

'You ready?' Thomas asks and before i can even reply he has already taken my hand and tugs me out of my safe place, outside the madness. And let me tell you, it's crazy outside. But those men apparently have a sense of politeness, as Thomas and I can walk through a narrow passage formed by those men. We are still bombarded with questions from every side, cameras are shoved into our faces and I am nearly deaf from all the screaming but we stay silent and eventually we make it to the car.

I want to walk around to the passenger seat, but Thomas prevents me from doing so, tugging me back to him. He points out that in this part of the world, the passenger seat is located on the other side of the car. Right, how could i have forgotten that. Maybe it's the accent, let's me forget that I'm not home anymore.

As i plan to enter the right side of the car, I realize Thomas still has my hand in his. He never let go, so I didn't get lost in that sea of people. I'm grateful to him, and i already feel so accepted. It's a wonderful feeling. I do detangle my hand from his and take a seat in his big Land Rover. He puts my suitcase in the back, and walks around the car towards the driver seat.

'Well, that was madness,' I try to start a conversation, as he starts the car.

'You could say that,' he chuckles and drives us off the parking of the airport.

'Now where exactly are you taking me?'

'To the hotel, where we're all staying. The moment we arrive, I'm going to show you around and let you meet all the others. But we have a long car ride in front of us, so that gives me enough time to get to know you first.' He winks in my direction and i can tell that it's all friendly. Didn't expect something else though.

'Now what a privilege you have,' I joke and with that, we're off towards my new life for the next few months.