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Chapter 1: First Spy
The room was dark, Dylan was surrounded by boxes labeled TNT. The warehouse was cold and a breeze was coming from the open cargo by door. Dylan reached down to his belt and took out his gun. A masked figure walked out from the darkness and stood staring at him. Dylan raised his gun at the man.
"You shouldn't be here" the masked man said.
"Neither should you" Dylan replied.
The masked man hit a button on his watch and suddenly dozens of footsteps were heard coming into the warehouse. Ropes fell from the ceiling and men came down them, except two who got stuck midair.
"CUT CUT CUT!" Artie yelled over the mic " take five everyone". My dad and I ran to Dylan.
"You're doing great kid." My dad said. I nodded in agreement. " Just a little technical problem. I'm going to go check in with the stunt guys." He walked over to Steve and his team. Once the makeup ladies were done with his touch-ups, Dylan looked down at me with his gorgeous smile.
" I'm glad you're here Casey. It's weird being the only person on set under age thirty".
"I know how you feel. Before my aunt moved in with us, I always had to be on set with dad, and I was the only kid there."
"Yeah. I heard about that. Apparently you pulled some crazy shenanigans when you were younger."
"Oh my gods. Dad told you about that? " I sighed putting a hand on my head.
"Its ok, it sounded cute"
"Ok Guys lets get moving!" Artie shouted.
"I'll talk to you later Casey" he said walking back to the camera.
"Ok" I said giving him a little wave. I walked back to where my dad was.
All right let me fill you in. My name is Casey Meberg. I'm thirteen years old and live with my dad. He's a big movie producer so home is wherever his latest movie is shooting. We have a house in New York, but he likes me to be with him so I'm usually on set. His latest movie shooting in LA is First Spy 2: Revenge of the Russian. Dylan plays this awesome spy who's really the son of the President of the United States. Let's just say I have a bit of a thing for him. He's really nice and sweet. He's not one of these attention seeking celebrities. He tries to stay away from the paparazzi. Also, he's taller than me. I'm six feet tall, guys like that don't come around that often. I've been the tallest person in my grade for as long as I can remember. But most importantly, he likes all the same stuff that I do. He's not a black belt like I am, but he loves learning and doing all the stunts my dad's team comes up with. Not to mention he's really cute…
"Casey" I heard a voice behind me. I turned to find my dad walking towards me. "You ok sweetie?"
"Oh yeah. I'm fine dad. I was just thinking about something dad."
"Ok. we're gonna start again so get behind the camera"
"Ok dad"
"Ok Case!"
When I got to my seat, they ran the scene again and Dylan finished the fight sequence perfectly.
"CUT! That's a wrap!" Artie's voice said loudly. Everyone cheered. Dylan shook hands with all the stunt guys then walked over to my dad and I.
"Great job Dylan! Even better than the first one!" my dad said shaking his hand.
"Thanks Mr. Meberg! It was great working with you again!" he said with a big smile.
"I'll see you tonight at the party" my dad said walking away.
For a second Dylan and I just stood there awkwardly looking each other in the eye. Then without warning, he hugged me. Not like a 'good work man' hug like we did in stunt practice. A two armed 'I care about you' hug. After realizing what he was doing, I wrapped my arms around him and stayed there for like thirty seconds.
"Thanks for keeping me company" Dylan said after finally letting go.
"You're welcome" I said looking up into his chocolate colored eyes. He smiled at me and then we went on to celebrate with the rest of the crew.
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