Part 1

                                    

                                          
You had always been somewhat of a dreamer. Never too excited about your home, you were always waiting for your chance to escape and go somewhere bigger and better. As a journalism major at a local university, you wanted to tell people's stories.
                          
The opportunity to finally leave home and head somewhere exciting came in your third year of college. After applying for somewhere upwards of 10 programs across the country, you finally got accepted to do a public relations internship in Los Angeles.
                          
So, you were off. On to bigger and better things... or so you hoped. You had no idea how many obstacles would be standing in the way of your happiness. And you certainly didn't think the biggest one would be Tom Holland.
                          
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On one particularly hot Monday afternoon, you found yourself racing through the streets of LA. You had a story to cover, assigned by your editor, and you did not want to face the wrath of her if you didn't get this interview.
                          
You had been searching social media all day. Following tags, tracking the locations of pictures posted, doing everything you could to find her. Zendaya.
                          
One of the top actresses right now, and you were assigned to stalk her today. Ugh.
                          
Your Los Angeles internship had started off without any problems. It was chaotic moving all the way to LA, but luckily, your best friend, Marlee, from college, also was moving to LA for another internship. You figured her's was way cooler because she was a digital design major and now had an internship with Marvel.
                          
Basically, she was set for life.
                          
Come on, you intern with Marvel and that is a huge perk for your resume. She'd have absolutely no problem getting a real job afterward. You envied her.
                          
When you had learned all about your internship, you were pretty disappointed. It wasn't with the LA Times or another big newspaper or magazine. It was with some sketchy celebrity tabloid that honestly had the worst journalism ethics you had ever seen. You hated it.
                          
Even if you had gotten to meet some pretty cool celebs, they usually didn't like you. But, you couldn't quit your internship since it was required by your university. So, instead of helping people and tell their stories, you were following celebs around interviewing them for the stupidest stories-- just like you were now.
                          
You could see Zendaya just ahead. A few other paparazzi were following her and two others. You weren't sure who they were, but it didn't matter. You needed to speak to her and her alone. "Or else," as your editor said.
                          
You admittedly probably looked a little crazy as you had just raced across the city to find her. As you got closer to Zendaya and what appeared to be two friends, you heard shouting coming from the paps as they shoved their cameras in their faces.
                          
"Zendaya! Right here!"
"Tom, how's filming for Spider-Man 2 coming?"
"Tom, smile for a picture!"
"Zen, you look great! Flash me a smile!"
"Tom, have any news about your film?"
"Any upcoming projects?"
                          
Both of them looked pretty annoyed as they quickly tried walking away from the crowd of paps. You cringed as you realized you were about to be one of them.
                          
You shoved your way to the front of the group.
                          
"Zendaya, can I get an interview for the Star Reporter?" you tried to shout above the rest.
                          
When you didn't get a response, you made an impulse decision. A decision that you realized was probably dumb, after the fact of course. Boldly, you raced in front of them and repeated what you just said, now standing in front of her and the two boys accompanying her.