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Chapter 1

I am a comedian. Right now, I am trying to look my best to meet my crush at the greatest award show ever.

"No......." I yelled at Marcus, my make up artist, who am guessing is obviously trying to piss me off.

"Fine, I'll cut it this way " He said

"Of course not. That is just bad. I'll look like a, a... A chicken. " I said frowning and crossed my legs glaring at him through the mirror.

"A chicken? I don't get you. How about you don't cut it all" Marcus said. He was obviously frustrated. I know am a hand full at times.

"I could work with that" I shrugged, playing with a strand of my hair. I smiled mischievously.

"You think this a joke? You think everything's a joke?" He asked.

"Hey, i'm responsible you know. I'm just really excited, that's all. Harrison Turner is going to be there." I said hugging my self.

I am so happy.

"Kayla you are already late and you aren't helping." He looked really stressed.

"Sorry...." I said. I felt a little guilty now. I hate guilt.

"We've not even done your makeup. Am done with you Missy." He said dropping his scissors and taking a sit.

"I'm so sorry, I guess I shouldn't have brought up cutting my hair " I begged.

"Yes you shouldn't have." He brought his phone out and started fiddling with it. He's really not going to do anything then am really going to look like a chicken.

"Okay. lets start my makeup. Please " I begged him with my puppy dog eyes.

"No Kayla, i just can't. You better miss this one too." He said without even looking at my face. He's really putting me in a difficult spot. Am fighting with guilt and excitement.

"Marcus, have i told you Harrison Turner is going to be there. I have to be there." I said panicking now.

"This is the billionth time you've told me. I am not deaf. "He said looking annoyed.

"I'm leaving. It's late."

Is he serious?

"So i must be there." I pressed on.

"I take my time and you know that. Am a man of principles. "He said with his serious voice.

"Quit using that voice on me. " I said

"You quit messing around for once." He scolded.

"Fine...please " I said and he finally turned back picking up the concealer case.

Yes! I won the case.

"It would not be my best work "

"Harry is still going to fall in love with me " I said without caring.

"Keep dreaming" He said.

"A girls got to dream once in a while" I smiled. "Sorry, Marcus " I apologized for everything

"For? "

"For everything. Obviously"

"I am used to it." He shrugged.

"Go to hell. You make it sound as is if am a bad person" I frowned

"You are. You make me work on my off days"

"My dad pays you in the end. So stop complaining."

"See..... Bad rich person"

"Remember I got an act at LA."

"Yeah, yeah... Just call me few days to the date." He said and rolled his eyes.

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"I'm so late, can't you speed up Bob, Did I tell you I am so late already. I have to see Harry." I whinned.

"We are not moving at all Miss " He reminded, pointing out the window

"Why is that?" I asked grumpily

"We are in a standstill miss." He replied courteously.

"ugh.... why? How frustrating "Now I was really frustrated.bb

"We are not the only one rushing to the Chester's Awards "

"Ugh..." I groaned even louder.

"Miss, calm down."

"I am calm. I am just freaking out. I am so late and bored. Ugh..." I groaned again.

He sighed and turned on the radio.....

"What should l do?" I ask in defeat. If he refuses to talk to me I'll definitely die of boredom.

"I don't know, listen to the radio with me or play with your dress" He shrugged

"My what?" I asked

He sighed. "Miss, I don't know what you can do, I am forty three , when I was your age I didn't care about Award shows or anything at all"

I fold my arms and look out the window to the car beside us sadly, the glass tinted. I retreated to my purse in search for my phone. Where is it? s**t its on the floor. I picked it up and took a quick glance out the window and did not remove my eyes from what I was seeing. I was actually looking at Harrison Turner, confusingly he looked frustrated. The traffic I guess, it is really annoying.

"Bob, the window now " I ordered

"No." He said

"Why?" I asked raising an eyebrow

"It's cold at night." He said

"Then the air conditioning is not. Just do it" I said and sat comfortably as the window went down, I looked out the window after some seconds and frowned. He is suppose to be looking at me not his freaking phone. Am prettier to look at.

"Hey!" I called out to him. I think my brain didn't tell me to do that . What did I just do? He looked at me in a confused way.

"You are Harry Turner , I'm a Fan duh.... It's so nice to finally meet you in person" I said like it was normal

"No. Am sorry"He answered.

He sounded strange

"No? Sorry?" I asked

"I'm not Harry" He said.

"So sorry, you look so much like him, You must get that a lot, so can we let this slide, You know him right he's a rich, handso- "

"I am his twin brother "

"Oh s**t!" I cursed out loud, how did I forget he has a twin brother, Cole.

"I am Cole Turner " He smiled at me. It was so different from Harry's. It was cute and comforting

"I know, you think I'm a weirdo right now" I said still studying his face. They look a lot alike from the side view but looking at his face.

"Yes, but I also know you are freaking funny. Michaela Hunt?"

"Ye- yes. You know who i am, cool " I stammered.

"It is weird we are talking through the window " He said.

"I like it." My brain didn't tell me to say that either.

"I no longer think you are weird, I am sure you are weird"He chuckled.

"You are also weird " I stuck my tongue at him like a child.

"On your way to the awards I suppose?" He asked.

"Yes, I was actually nominated for something. "

"Good luck then. Hope you win"

"Thank you, but it doesn't really matter if I win or not."

"You have a second reason for attending the show?"

"Yes actually." I couldn't keep my smile up. What's wrong with me. I pinched my thighs

"So, you have a thing for my brother?" He asked.