Soap about a famous person
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Thread Topic: Soap about a famous person
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Anne grinned, happy to hear that she would be allowed the picture with one of her favorite actors. "Just a second, Cole," she consiled her brother, knowing he disliked having his guides randomly leave him places without telling him how long they'd be away. After opening the camera on her phone, she flipped the picture, so it used the face camera, so that they could just take a selfie.
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Chase yanked off the wig, feeling as though the nice woman should at least have an actual photo of him only as himself. He stared at the camera after giving a glance in Cole's direction. His hair was just a bit messy, so lazily combed through it with his fingertis to make himself seem at least a bit more presentable. He put his backpack to the floor, positioning himself. "Tell me when," he said simply, so that he would be prepared.
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Cole stayed where he was, not moving an inch, as if doing so meant he'd get lost. Anne held the phone out with one arm, having to hold it up to occupy Chase's height better. Once she got that, she said, "Ready," smiled, and snapped the picture.
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Chase had made sure to give his flashing smile, teeth and all. It was always nice to meet a level-headed fan that wasn't trying to tear him apart, limb-for-limb, pants-for-pants. He put the wig back on, only for his own precautions.
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The sister locked her phone, slipping it into her pocket again. "No, that's all. Thank you," Anne chimed, turning back to her brother to take his hand again. He breathed out a soft sigh, now finding it embarrassing once again for needing his younger sister's help like this.
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"You are quite welcome. Erm, would you like any help?" He was of course saying this about Cole and his condition, as his mind was thinking about the types of medical bills that needed to be paid, and he would certainly be ready to pass on what was due. He liked the siblings, and would be fine with helping if they needed something.
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"Hm?" Anne hummed first. Then she realized it was probably directed towards Cole, so she nudged him and he answered. "Uhm, like, you mean physical help? Because I'm fine with just one person helping me. But maybe some other time?" He was unsure of if Chase meant something else, but that was the first thing that came to mind.
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Chase thought that through before answering. He shook his head and proceeded to clarify, "No, anything, really." He rubbed the back of his neck, waiting for an answer. He wanted to do it as soon as possible if anything actually needed doing.
In the midst of doing just that, he itched some more at the extremely annoying wig. -
Cole paused, still a little confused. After a second, he parted his lips to speak, but Anne beat him to it. "I don't think so," she stated, squeezing Cole's hand.
He, too, knew about the money. There wasn't enough, and he couldn't make more. No place would ever hire him, and Anne dissaproved of borrowing money when she knew that he'd never be able to pay it back. So while the stack of bills kept growing, they just kept trying to scrape him by so he wouldn't have to move away from the city he was comfortable in. "Thank you, though," his sister said with a smile, Cole shutting his mouth. -
"As long as you are sure...Have a nice night...?" He did this only because he had not a clue of what the woman's name was. Even if she had mentioned it, he had already forgotten. He sighed, putting the frames back onto their holder. He didn't need silly frames, nor did he needed the shirts. He hung those up on a nearby rack, turning back to the woman.
He tapped his foot a bit, pulling his tee shirt from his backpack. Throwing that on, as well, he watched her. He had done so much in those few little seconds,he felt somewhat accomplished, but in a silly way. -
"Anne," she answered him once she caught on that he wanted her name. "You too." She started leading Cole away, so he goodbye quickly before they were too far. "Bye, Chase. You can still call me," and then his sister was taking him into the thick forest of shirt racks and pants, that brushed against his shoulders while they walked through.
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"I will," were the last words that he called before he headed for the exit. He waved a goodbye to the few cashiers that knew, when Dan laughed a bit, seeming to be holding some piece of information back. Chase only shrugged, as Dan had always been a trickster.
Exiting through the door, he looked both ways, trying to see if the road was clear to go across. Thankfully, it most definitely was, and he steppes down the street, his flip flops skidding the surface. -
Cole ended up indeed being the model for Anne's fience's birthday present. There were shirts, pants, shorts, hats, everything under the sun that he tried on. Finally, after much deliberation, she settled upon buying a twenty dollar shirt that had the store's logo in huge white letters on the front against a background of the beach.
They left the store about an hour after Chase, Anne ending up hailing a cab because Cole complained that he was tired of standing. -
He yawned, slowing down lazily. He considered trying to catch a cab, blinking heavily. He was worn out from the past few days of shooting, and just wanted to relax at his pool. His actor friend, Harris Jackson, lived nearby, so he thought he might invite him over. He rubbed his eye, glancing around for the yellow color.
A few passed him by, as he only seemed to be a normal citizen, and he was not taking off his disguise. The last time was just trouble.
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