ISRAEL
“Hey careful, they might write a sour article about you for saying that shit.” she laughed. Though Israel doubted anyone even noticed their conversation. The director’s mansion was so damn big— this was where any and all sound came to die. “So what then, cater waiter?” she joked, a goofy smile spread across her face.
xavier shrugs , running a hand through his unwashed hair. ❝ at least it’d be TRUE. ❞ he turns away from the crowd & leans against a table , chin up & head cocked. heavy - lidded eyes examine the blonde before him , stretching out an uncomfortably long pause before he replies. ❝ baby , i’m the STAR. who are YOU ? ❞












