Anyone's Fantasy
A/N: Hello- this is based off of a dream I had and I had to write it down because HOLY CRAP I REMEMBERED A DREAM!
He stood near the counter of the café we were in, me and my friend. He was her uncle's godson and she had met him a few times before but never introduced me. I was a HUGE fan and wanted to keep my cool around him but I silently freaked out when he motioned for her to talk to him. He handed her a piece of paper and glanced in my direction before sitting in the strange booth system this place had, with a booth running the length of the wall and small tables pushed together, chairs lined the opposite of the oversized booth. I looked down at my drink and open day planner sitting on the cheap and slightly sticky café table. She returned, sitting across from me and tossing the tiny paper to me. "He wants to meet you." She said in monotone. I nearly spit the coffee into her face, "WHAT?!" I whispered hysterically, "You're joking." I deadpanned. She shook her head and sarcastically rolled her eyes, "He's dying to meet you. That's real by the way, that's his phone number." I stared at the paper she had thrown at me. I flipped it over curiously and cautiously, the way normal people would handle explosives. There were ten numbers written, plain as day, right smack dab in the middle of the torn scrap of parchment. She dully motioned to him sitting on the other side of the small restaurant. "If you aren't up for meeting him now then just call him and let's get the hell out of here, I'm late." Of course she was late. She was always late, being a model that's sorta kinda related to Tom effing Hiddleston I guess you can do that. Although I think the biggest connection she has is me; I mean I'm not J.K. Rowling over here but I do write for a living. I stared at her for a while, analyzing her blonde hair and piercing green eyes. "Well? Are you going to or not?" I thought for a moment and glanced in his direction, he looked so normal for being so famous. I guess I'm not really one to talk, I suppose I'm famous too but in a different way. Anyone who's anyone knows him from a glance at his face. But me? You would only know me if you had read my books and heard my name, like John Green (no offense), most people don't know what he looks like and those who do are just really awesome. "Hello? Lights on up there? Look, I'll just tell him we need to get going and that he can just schedule a meeting with you through me, hell, I know you enough to do that." I gaped at her for a second, rethinking this, wordlessly I nodded. Let him think I'm important and not just hanging around Emma because she says I'm anti-social. I mean we come to the same locally-owned café every Wednesday at noon, no matter if Emma has work or not, she likes the company and says that the fresh air and sunshine are good for my soul. Yeah, she's one of those. I usually just go wherever she goes, whether it's the mall, grocery store, a photo shoot, you name it. I'm just her hermit friend that she's decided needs to get out more and not worry about the book signings or conventions I need to prepare for. She is right though, I do most of my prep in the middle of the night, leaving my daytime hours wide open. I look up at her as she motions for me to stand, I gather my things and leave my note to the owners, they keep a tab open for us (I force them to allow me to pay) as long as I write meager paragraphs of random stories that spring into my head as I sit in their coffee shop. I think they're making a book out of them, which is nice I suppose a book all about their shop. I stand with her and wave towards Seth, the owners youngest who's left to bus tables and take orders, he cheerfully salutes to me and goes to see what "masterpiece" I've written today. Emma leads me towards him and I mentally FREAK OUT when she says, "Tom? This is my friend, Cassandra. We have to get going but I can arrange something a little more… private for a proper meeting." She smiles and looks from me to him as he stands to shake my hand, "That sounds wonderful, I look forward to it. I love your work by the way." I feel myself blush but before I can stutter my way through a response Emma grabs my arm and nearly rips it off, "We really gotta go but it was nice seeing you again. Okay bye!" She tugs me out the door and over to her car, "God! How awkward can you get?! How bad do you want him? Be serious, and don't deny it, girl, you got it BAD." I silently get into her blue Challenger and buckle my seatbelt. She started the car and stared at me, "Well?" I sighed, "FINE I really really really didn't want to meet him, and I just wanted to go on tumblr and fangirl in the safety of my apartment, is that too much to ask? Why did you do that to me? I looked like an idiot back there DRIVE for Christ's sake! I don't want him to see this just GO!"