This is a FANFICTION about a 21-year-old clothes designer named Brooke who meets the famous Cara Delevingne whilst shopping in a thrift shop in central London. Neither of them knew what this simple encounter would create.
Brooke is 6"1.5, selli...
'Oh my god! I love your jacket! Where did you get it!?' a soft London voice exclaims from behind me, as I trawl through the thrift shop, looking for materials and bits I can use in my designs.
I turn around, startled to find that the voice belongs to a 5 foot 7", vaguely familiar blonde woman dressed in a red and white New York varsity bomber jacket and ripped black skinny jeans, paired with combat boots.
'I... Er... Made it?' I reply, self-consciously looking down at my outfit, which consists of similar ripped jeans, skater Vans, and a grey batman t-shirt, partially covered by a jacket with leather sleeves and pockets on a backing of a red and black checkered ex-shirt.
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'No way! That's awesome! I'm Cara by the way, Cara Delevingne,' says Cara.
'Cara Delevingne. Cara. Delevingne. Why does that sound familiar?' I say, furrowing my brows and thinking hard but coming up with nothing.
'Oh erm well I've modelled and acted a bit,' she says modestly, looking kind of sheepish.
'Oh what have you been in and who have you modelled for?' I ask, still thinking about where I've heard her name before.
'I was in the movie Pan as a mermaid, and I was in the Call of Duty Black Ops 3 trailer? Oh and I modelled for Burberry and Chanel and was a VS model,' she says.
'Oh my god, I love call of duty! I think I know who you are. You're that badass girl in the Black Ops trailer! And I drew you for my degree! How do you not have paparazzi following you?' I ask, it dawning on me how I know her, and then realising how famous she is.
'I ...erm...well. I gave them the slip. They think I'm sat at home watching a movie.' she says. 'If I post something on Twitter or Instagram about watching a movie for a few hours and then leave in disguise, they usually think I haven't left.'
'Must be hard, living like that, when everybody knows your face,' I say, sympathetically. 'How come you like my jacket?'
'I love the way you made the tartan and leather work together, because it's such a great combo and so easy to mess up! Also, even if it's designed well, it's quite a difficult combo to pull off when you wear it!' she replies, grinning.
'Aww thanks! You could eas...easily pull it off though, probably way bet..tter than I ever could. By the way, I'm l..loving the boots! I saw a pair just like them but didn't buy them. You wanna uh.. try on the jacket?' I say, nervously stumbling over my words and blushing slightly at my awkwardness.
'Yeah sure, if you don't mind of course,' she looks up at me as she takes off her bomber, revealing a baggy black Nirvana t-shirt hanging over a stylishly thin physique. 'Blimey, it's freezing in here, hey, put mine on so you don't get cold,' she says as we swap jackets. As I pull her jacket on I get a strong whiff of sweet smelling perfume.
