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Dedicated to MaddyRawr10 because one of her one-shots inspired the original idea for this story.

"Hey man, what'd they have you wearing tonight?" my best mate, Topher Ashton, asks me over the phone.

Holding my cell between my shoulder and ear, I try to hop into the trousers my stylist, Gina, sent over for the premiere tonight, "Black suit, black skinny tie, white button down, and black high-top trainers. Classic and sophisticated with a little bit of me."

Tonight we are going to the premiere of our new movie 'Save the Day'. We started filming it a year ago, but after the shooting and post production the release is tonight. And I'm a bit nervous, saying as this is the first real event I've been to.

This is only my second movie. It's the first where I had a leading role. The other one I was a support character. And when I say support, I mean I only had a total of four lines; two of which I chanted in a crowd. Some might even call me an extra, but I don't like to speak so harshly.

No matter, this movie I was a costar. Toph and I play two guys who have to get a special group of 'super humans' together to stop an end-of-the-world event. Thing is, we play these regular college students that have no idea how to wash their laundry; much less save the world. It's a comedy with a little romance, action, and suspense thrown in the mix.

Topher Ashton's what reporters refer to as a 'Hollywood Heavyweight'. He's been out on the scene for quite a while. He's always the star of every movie he's in. He's the guys the all the girls 'swoon' over. I didn't actually think we were going to get along as well as we did; saying as I'm a newbie. But fortunately for me, he's really down to earth and it was instant friendship.

"How do you get to wear tennis shoes? Dude, they have me in some pin-striped grey tux with green and white polka-dotted tie. Maybe it's just me being a guy, but that doesn't sound like it's going to go together. You're British what do you think?" he complains.

"Just because I'm British doesn't give me style," I laugh. "They have you in a full tuxedo?"

"Vest and all, man."

"Unfortunate," I tell him as I try to fasten the last button on my collar. "Are you showing up with Princess?"

I hear him sigh into the phone, "She's making me take her."

Rebecca, or Princess as I call her sometimes, is his on-again-off-again girlfriend. The tabloids eat them up. There's a new story on 'Tophecca' every week. Topher hates it, but Becca relishes the attention.

The only reason they started dating to begin with was for a publicity stunt. A couple years ago, there was a dip in Toph's careers because of an upset in his home life. Their publicists arranged it because they costarred in a romantic comedy and it was good for their press. Then when they started hanging out they had a bit of a connection. Topher decided about a year ago that he just wasn't into it, but she wouldn't leave him alone. Knowing he couldn't be rude because it would somehow get 'leaked', he kept his mouth shut and has just been going along with it just to stay out of the public attention the entire thing demands.

"Sucks," and I mean it. She's a controlling bitch.

"Are we still having a couple drink afterward?" he asks a little muffled from the other side trying to change the subject.

I put the phone on speaker and set it on my couch while I tie my tie, "Yea. And Joel said that he would come to make sure we didn't get into anything too stupid."

"Sweet, he can keep Ashley company. She said she was going to watch out for us too."

"Is Becca coming?"

He laughs through the phone, "No, she has an interview in the morning." Then he adds, "Thank God," as an afterthought.

"At least we won't have to worry about that," I laugh and straighten my newly knotted neckwear.

"Exactly," he says. Then I hear a clunking noise and know he's dropped his phone. It doesn't even surprise me when he says, "Shit, I dropped you. Give me just a second." His voice is far away which means he's left the phone on the floor.

After a couple minute, I hear scraping on his side of the line. Then, "Is this Damon?" It's her voice; she-devil Becca.

"Oh how lovely to hear your voice, Princess," I sneer at her.

We have a mutual hatred. She thinks I'm a bad influence on her 'boyfriend'; I think she's a bad person in general.

"Christopher!" I hear her yell into his apartment. "Why is your phone just sitting in the middle of the kitchen with this twit on the line?"

"Don't call me Christopher," he says plainly as he does every time she says it. "And give me the phone, Becks," If I had to guess, I would say at this point he's trying not to get angry.

She huff and asks again, "Why is it just sitting here?"

"I was grabbing a snack while I was getting ready. I dropped my phone, but I had to put down what I had in my hands before I came back. Give me my phone," he explains with a little agitation in his voice.

"Why do you even talk to him? He's a bad influence," her tone is snotty as usual. She was always one to think of herself better than everyone else; hence my nickname for her.

There's a brief silence where nothing is said for a second and then I hear someone sigh, "Give. Me. My. Phone. Rebecca." He says each word like it's its own sentence.

"Whatever," she chirps and there's another shuffling noise.

"Hey man, sorry. She's here," he explains in a bit of a let-down voice.

I fight the urge to laugh. I know if I laugh then he'll laugh and we'll both get in trouble. We can't have that.

I clear my throat before I say, "At least she won't be hanging out all night."

At that, he does let out a little chuckle, "No kidding."

"I'll see you at the party," I tell him. "Save me a seat," I add since I know they already assigned where we would be sitting along with the rest of the cast.

We say our goodbye and I throw my jacket on the back on my couch just as my manager burst in through my front door already raving about something, "Are you ready? We have to leave. You and Ashton are supposed to get there one right after the other. You are important tonight. It's all about appearances and yours is key."

Shaking my head I let Johnny rant a little longer before I cut in, "I have to shave then I'll be ready."

"No!" he nearly screams holding his hands out in front of him.

I arch an eyebrow, but don't say anything.

"Gina says that the I-don't-care look is in. Don't shave; look like you just got out of bed," he's one of those people that you have to pay attention to or you'll miss something because he talks so fast.

Rolling my eyes, I look him over again, "Can I at least run a brush through my hair?"

"No, use your fingers. Grab your jacket. Let's go," he picks up my suit jacket without waiting for me and walks straight out my front door the way he came barging in.

I should probably take his key away from him.

We arrive at the premiere about an hour later. All the reporters and fans are already standing around. We have to wait in a line of limos as people get out one after another.

"Alright," Johnny says to get my attention. "You're getting out first. I just got confirmation that Ashton is right behind us. You get out. You wave. Then sign a few autographs. Make your way to the reporters. You're going to stop where the coordinator asks you to stop to answer a few questions and Ashton will meet you at the photographers for a few shots."

I nod in comprehension.

"You got all that?" he wants to make sure.

"Yes, I got it. Out. Wave. Sign. Reporter. Topher. Pictures. I'm not slow," I tell him with a smile.

I can tell this is eating him up when he says, "This isn't a game, but if you play it right 'Damon Jacobs' could be the next 'Topher Ashton'."

"I don't want to be Toph," I tell him honestly. He's constantly hounded by media. He hates that he's so famous. "I like being me."

"Too late for that," he laughs as my limo pulls up to the drop off spot. "Now go on. Impress your fans."

Sighing, I shake out my nerves for a second before plastering a smile on my face and wait for my door to be opened.

As soon as the guy opens my door, I step out. The camera lights are blinding. A million flashes go off as I wave and make my way to the line of fans.

I stop when I'm in front of a couple girls who are screaming and crying. I sign a few things and let them take a picture with me as I lean over the railing. It's an oddly exciting feeling; knowing that all these people who don't even know me for anything other than they've seen on the internet or television like me so much.

I know the exact second Topher steps out of his limo. I thought it was loud and bright for me; I had nothing on him. I look up for a second to see him run a hand through is tousled blonde hair. His blue eyes shine as the blubs flash and the fans scream. He really is every girl's fantasy.

When he looks over at me, his grin turns into a smile and he walks in my direction. I know he got the same brief as I did and I also know he likes to do stuff to piss off his already frazzled manager.

Poor Linda.

Even though I'm still standing with the fans, he walks right up to me and claps an arm around my shoulder, "Hey Day. You want to introduce me to your friends?"

Looking over at the girls I was talking to, I can't help the laugh that comes out of my mouth. They have gone quiet with shock written clearly all over their faces looking from me to him and back. A second later the squealing increases tenfold.

We let them take a few pictures with us as Becca stands behind us smiling and waving to the cameras. She signs a few autographs of her own; even though she wasn't in this movie at all. Like I said, she thinks she's the shit.

With his arm still around my shoulder and mine added around his back, we walk over to the reporters taking our time.

Leaning into my ear slightly, he whispers, "I told Becks in the limo that I think we should end it for good."

Once he looks back out and waves, I turn my face inward, "Is that what you really want?"

I pull back to look at his face that's sporting a large smile. He nods as we approach the reporters, "Want to tackle this interview shit together?"

I nod and we face the lady with the microphone while still linked together.

"Topher, how was it working with your costar Damon?" she starts firing the questions right away.

"Well," he laughs and looks over at me, "we had a blast. One of the best times I've ever had filming. It was constant good times."

"Damon would you like to work with Topher again?" she asks me moving the microphone from his face to mine.

"I think, even if we don't work together, we're still going to be good friends," I tell her honestly.

I hear Toph laugh next to me, "Oh shit yea! Can't break up this super hero team!"

"Topher, we saw you come out of the limo with your date. Are you and Rebecca Rattan back together?" she asks grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Becca and I are friends, we decided to come today as friends," he tells her politely.

She flips a little pad in her hand that she's been writing on, "Damon, there are rumors of you dating one of the super heroes from the movie. Is it true that you've been seeing 'Chatty Chanel'?"

"No," I laugh lightheartedly. "Gabrielle Shutters and I are great friends. We do hang out sometimes, but we are not a couple."

"I always thought it was funny that her 'super power' was the power of persuasion," Topher laughs as he recounts Riel's role. "That's exactly how she is in real life. She can talk anyone into anything."

"Are you talking about me again?" Riel walks up behind us in a dress that I can only call her style.

It's a simple black number, but it had a bright yellow cardigan over it that compliments her dark chocolate skin.

Toph and I break apart so she can squeeze in between us. I place my hand on the small of our friend's back. A second later, his hand is on top of mine and I could swear that he squeezes it just a little, but before I can react, the interview continues.

"I was just asking Damon if you two were a couple," the lady admits with a bright smile on her face.

Riel laughs as she turns to me, "What did you say?"

"I said, 'Oh hell no.' Then I flicked my fringe to the side," I tell her with a chuckle.

She turns back to the camera and dramatically flips her hair, "Oh hell no."

We all laugh at her little stunt for a second before the lady asks, "Gabrielle, how was it to work with these two men?"

"It was an absolute blast. They had me laughing the entire time," she looks between us for a second then turns back to the woman with the microphone. "Plus look at them, these two are the hottest guys on the planet right now. Wouldn't you want to work with them?"

"I know I would," Topher throws in earning himself a laugh.

"One last question, for both Topher and Damon," she announces as she flips another page.

I feel Riel pat my back once before letting go of us, "I'll meet you guys inside." She then walks off to face the cameras.

"Have you guys heard about the slash sites centered on you?"

"What's a slash site?" I look over at my best friend who shrugs as he sticks his hands in his pockets. Turning to the interviewer, I ask again, "What's a slash site?"

"It's a website where fans write fictional stories about the two of you becoming a couple," she explains to us as her smile widens.

I feel my jaw drop as Topher starts laughing. After a second I gain my composure and chuckle with my friend.

He settles before I do and answers her question, "Let's just be glad that it's fiction. I don't think the world's ready for a 'Tophamon' relationship."

We continue to chuckle as we walk away and get pictures snapped. Eventually the two of us are joined by the four 'super heroes' that were in the movie with us.

The six of us are the ones going to celebrate tonight. Ashley Smith and Joel Jackson are underage and will be making sure we don't get into too much trouble, but Riel and her real life secret boyfriend, Tripp Knight, will be drinking too. These five people have become my closest friends in the last year.

Ashley is just like most teenage girls I've met. She gets excited easily. She has high spirits and low expectations. And she's secretly in love with Joel who was her on-screen boyfriend.

Joel happens to be gay.

He's also quiet and keeps to himself. It's almost surprising that he chose acting as a career path. He likes time to himself and lets other people take his spotlight.

No one knows that Joel's gay other than me; and his boyfriend, of course. I happen to walk in on him making out with the guy when he was supposed to be looking over his lines in his on site trailer.

From then on, I knocked if I ever needed anyone.

Then there's Tripp. He is as good-hearted as his girlfriend. But where she is elegant and graceful; he's lanky and awkward.

My closet friends and I walked into the theatre finally, but not before way too many picture are snapped.

When we take our seats my best friend turns to me. "Hey boyfriend," he whispers. I chuckle as he continues, "You want to get me some popcorn?"

I laugh as I push him on the shoulder, "You couldn't handle me as a boyfriend."

"Oh yea?" he challenges.

I nod, "Yea, I'm high maintenance."