Peyton's POV
Great. Another reporter not minding her business. I just wanted to quickly walk the red carpet, and leave.
"EYTON! PEYTON MEYER! REPORTER TAWKIN'S! PLEASE DO ONE INTERVIEW!" the reporter jumps and yells. I pretend to ignore her, and slip my hands in my pockets casually while whistling and walking around. But, she runs up to me. "Whats your dream girl, Peyton?!" she winks but is out of breath. I mentally groan.
"Well, I think, she would have blonde hair, brown eyes you could melt into, and she would be humble so I could make her confident. I have to go, sorry, bye!" I ramble, and hug the reporter than walk off. Wait! I pause in my tracks. I just described G! When I get home I immediately text Genevieve.
Peyton: Hey G! (._.). Wassup?
G: Oh hey! Nothing. Just listening to music. So how was your day?
Oh, great, she didn't see the interview.
Peyton: Good...I missed you, though, G! :'(
G: *laughs* aww, I missed you too.
Peyton: So you just sat home listening to music until now? For reals?
G: Nah, I made a video on my channel. Otherwise...nothing.
Peyton: Wanna video chat?
G: Yeah, but one day will I be able to meet you?
Peyton: If you're lucky.
Video chat...
Genevieve's POV
"Hey G," I hear a familiar voice say, I hang up, "I want to text Peyton!". She grabs my phone, I grab it back.
"Taylor, no!" I yell.