Brooke Brown is a secret writer for messy monday, and is set out to get close to Cameron Dallas, and write a story about all of his secrets, will all go well or will cameron find out?
Meet Brooke brown, she is a secret reporter for the instagram page, messy monday. She is 16, and is sorta anti social.
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I sit at my small white desk, the smell of coffee on my breath and my hair all over the place as i finish editing my story about baby ariel and daniel skye for Zo. Writing this story about ariel is dangerous, seeing how she is my best friend. Except she wont know i am writing it, but that's the point these stories are read anonymously by Zo, he offered this job to me a couple months ago when i wrote him a story about jacob sartorius and luna blaise. No one knows i am the secret writer tho.
I finish typing it up when my computer dies."Crap why didn't i charge this thing earlier." i groan. While getting up and plugging it in. While it charges i decide to get dressed and walk to my favorite book store.The walk isn't that long, only about 10 minutes away. When i walk into the store i am greeted by the friendly clerk at the register. I know him personally
"Hello babe." he smiled as i walk towards him, "hey Jackson" i return the smile and he engulfs me into a bear hug. So maybe the friendly clerk happens to be my boyfriend. I'M not complaining though i get a free discount. " So how are your stories going?" he asks " well i was finishing up one then my computer dies, which sucks because i just has to send it in." i sigh
"Well you can send it in-" his manager cuts his off, "Enough with the chit chat jackson! Back to work." "Hello Mr.Drew" i beam as he walk around the corner. He is the owner of the shop and picks around with sean and i all of the time, tough i happen to be his beast customer. "Brooke! What a nice surprise. How's the LA weather treatin ya?" he probs up against the counter that sean is standing behind. " great actually, it's perfect weather to sit outside and write instead of being cooped up in my room all day" i tell him. "Alright well i have to go, jackson, manage the fort while i'm gone?" Jackson nods his head in a flash, Mr.Drew is out of the door. "As i was saying," jackson smirks and rolls his eyes, "Ah,ah.ah no time for chit chat i have to go find a book," i tease and walk towards the book stands. Automatically the nonfiction section catches my attention, not because of the books but because there is a boy who is sitting in a chair facing a window, reading. Its cameron dallas, His hood covers up his hair but the little edges are peaking out above his ears and it looks almost brown. Just by admiring him, i can tell this would be a good short story, "Cameron Dallas, reading book in a small bookshop, Cameron a reader?" this would be such a good story. I decide to take a photo for the article, without putting much thought into it i grab out my phone camera. Though it may not be as good as my actual camera i regularly use for stuff like this, it works for what i need it for. I align the angle just right and snap the picture. It's a great picture yed, but me, being my clumsy socially awkward self, i forgot to turn the flash off and as soon as i take the photo, cameron turns his head and his eyes meet mine almost instantly. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He smiles at me and stands up. He is taller than me by at least half a foot. Oh no he is walking towards me, time to lie, "I'm cameron." Before i knew it, he was standing in front of me, only inches apart, "O-oh, I-im sorry. IM brooke." I stutter from embarrassment. Although taking secret pictures of famous people comes easy to me this fely different, "So forgot about the flash huh?" He asks, almost smirking. I look at his and admire everything about him, his perfect teeth and his messy hair. Cameron waves his hand in front of my face, i guess i space out. "Oh,sorry,um yeah actually. I just realised how weird that was, im sorry." My face turns a brighter red. I cant believe im being so awkward right now. To my surprise he laughs, i forgot he is probably use to this he is famous. "Its cool what is it for." Crap i can't really tell him, brooke lie hurry, "I uh, i am a writer, i only write small stories i keep to myself i write stories of people who look like they have a story. And uh you look like you have a story yourself" Smart brooke that sounds stupid. He looks at me and chuckles, "would you like to know it?" he questions "KNow what?" I try to stay as cool as possible, while trying to calm down the redness of my face. "My story. WOuld you like to know my story?" That was not what i was expecting, but this could be my big break in my career, i mean i am only 16 but still, this story would be amazing. "You know why not. Im sure its interesting." I smile. "Cool here is my number. Text me when you can and we can go somewhere and talk." He smirks handing me a piece of paper. I slip it in my pocket, just as i do, someone pumps into me, causing me to bump into cameron, causing my bag and phone to drop on the ground along with his book and phone. I frantically crouch down to get my bag and look for my phone until i find it and stand up. Cameron does the same. "So i guess i will talk to you later brooke" he smiles "Yes, talk to you then, cameron," i return the gesture and turn to leave. He walks in the other direction and sits in the spot he once had left. I approach Jackson who's sitting and reading a book at the counter. "Talk to you later i need to go Call Zo and tell him i have a great story, LOve you." I tell him and lean over to kiss his cheek. "Love you too." He says not letting his eyes leave the pages of the book." I smile to myself as i walk to the apartment building a couple blocks down. My mom and i live in the apartment alone. My mom works full time for an airline company so she's earles ever home and my dad left when i was 2, i never really knew him and my brother is in college and rarely visits anymore. As you probably guessed, yes it does get lonely cooped up in the apartment by myself alot of the time but i've gotten used to it. I unlock the small door that leads to the apartment and the familiar scent of pine trees fills the room. It may only be the start of summer but i love the smell of pine trees so i keep a candle burning, unless i'm not home of course. I went straight to my room and dove into my computer chair, i grab my macbook and open it up, sending my story to Zo. While its loading all i can think about is cameron and his charming smile, BROOKE SNAP OUT OF IT YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND. Ugh. atleast i get to get close to him for this story, if Zo approves, i go to email Zo about the story idea and he agrees. I have to get close to cameron and write a story about all of his secrets. With all that done i pull out my phone, except when i grab it, it doesn't look like my phone at all. It's the iphone x but not MY iphone x. It has a plain black case on it, like mine but this doesn't have my initials on it. I click the power button hoping to see my familiar lock screen of jackson andi, but instead i see a picture of hunter and alexis ren. "Why Why does this happen to me." I say out loud. Not that any one can hear me, curiously, i check to see if there is a password; there isn't. I don't have one either, but at this moment i am wishing that i would. sHe probably won't snoop though, right? He seemed genuine though, there has to be a way to get in touch with him. Then a light bulb goes off in my head. I go to the phone app and punch in my number. It rings." Come on come one answer" NOthing it goes straight to voicemail, says the call can not be answered. I hope he doesn't see my email of this whole thing will me messed up.
