Not One Alike
Chapter 1
Ellabree
Ell's outfit
Kenzie's outfit
“Hey y’all YouTube psychopaths (aka our followers)!”
I laughed to myself (almost poking myself in the face with mascara) as I heard Joey exclaim into the screen of our vlogging phone.
Yes, I, Ellabree Kowals, have a phone for vlogging. An IPhone, actually.
Life just comes easy when you’re a 20 year old Oscar winning director.
Whatever, call me entitled, and my best friend McKenzie Carson will rip your throat out.
Yes, the McKenzie Carson.
The famous soccer player.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I'm also talking about Joey Graceffa.
YES, he was the 16 year old who went to the Olympics for swimming, and yes, the first American to earn more gold medals in one games than Michael Phelps ever did in one game.
I guess all of us met by fate, and now we are super close, and society’s “Top Celeb BFF’s!” Please, the spotlight kills me.
I can’t go anywhere without me getting mobbed by cameras and reporters.
Don’t get me wrong, I am really annoying when it comes to being behind a camera so I'm not the one to judge, but I don’t really appreciate 782 microphones shoved into my face when I go to get a coffee!
Alright, so right now, we are getting ready to film an interview with none other than One Direction.
Yippee.
They drive me crazy with annoyance, and I know Kenzie and Joey feel the same way. Oh, and by “we”, I mean Winter Spring Pro; Joey, Kenzie and my vlogging/YouTube channel. We are probably the biggest thing on YouTube ever since Gangham Style, having around 68 million subscribers. I guess a lot of people like the twisted combination of a director, a soccer star, and an Olympian.
All Americans.
All celebrities.
All living in an apartment in Cambridgeshire, England.
And all struggling to go to college (aka Cambridge in case you didn’t get that earlier).
It’s really quite amusing, I suppose. Oh well, I guess I have to get this interview over with. I can’t really get myself out of this, I thought, sulking.
I fluffed up my hair, put on another coat of lipstick, and headed over to stop Joey on the phone, who was seriously dissing 1D over our vlog. He was sitting down on the interview chair backstage in our vlogging studio, also known as a spare room on campus we were issued to.
I honestly don’t care about One Direction, they truly annoy me more than Justin Bieber, but I can’t afford to lose all our subscribers. I will do almost anything to keep our fans and subscribers, even if I don’t care the slightest about who or what we are talking about.
Joey was in the middle of telling some stupid joke that dissed 1D when I walked up and snatched the phone out of his hand.
Hey!” he pouted, putting on his puppy dog face.
God, he is so cute making that face, he probably just made about every sane girl’s ovaries’ explode and insured us another 6 million subscribers. I don’t like him, though.
I mean, he’s like my brother.
“That was a really good joke! You didn’t even let me get to the punch line!”
I gave him a look, and I hope it didn’t look like much in the camera.
“We don’t want any riots on our hands. I swear to god, you would have been like beaten to death by 13 year old girls if you had finished the joke.”
Joey rolled his eyes, exaggerating it and making a little coughing noise in the back of his throat.
“Finnnnne,” he scoffed.
“Kowals, Graceffa, Carson! On in 2!” a man hollered off the stage.
“Ok, well that’s our cue!” I enthused to the camera.
“Talk to you guys after the interview, which should be up tomorrow!
BYEEEEEE!!” I stopped filming and turned the phone off as soon as Kenzie came rushing out of a dressing room, frantically combing her blonde hair.
“What’d I miss?” she asked quizzically.
“Oh, nothing,” I waved off her question, letting her off.
“Hey, you guys ready for this interview!”
I hope this goes well.
“HELL NO!”
Kenzie and Joey both shouted, making some backstage people look over in alarm.
And no, of course they have to hate them. I thought at least one of us would actually care and make this a decent video.
“God I fucking HATE them!” Kenzie steamed through clenched teeth, making sure no one could hear her except for joey and me.
“They think they’re super-hot and Harry just gives me a headache.” Joey rants.
“I mean, every girl he dates he just fucks and leaves. He’s a womanizer, I mean that’s fucking wrong!”
“I know they suck but we have to do this,” I assured them.
“Just don’t let your feelings get to the camera and we can do this. Think of the cameras. And the subscribers”
“Alright,” Kenzie sighed, giving in. “Ok, for the next hour we’re going to have to-“ I got cut off by Kenzie.
“wait what? ONE HOUR?”
“And now, your interviewers, Joey Graceffa, McKenzie Carson, and Ellabree Kowals!”
the off screen announcer voiced. I put on a fake smile as I walked into the studio, with an audience by the way, our cameraman filming this all.
I mentally threw up when I saw One Direction and looked the other way. I mean, seriously, have you heard of the term LOOSE PANTS!!!
God, their pants are tighter than some of mine! And that saying a lot.
I think Harry could tell I was faking my grin, and whispered something to the boy in the striped shirt sitting next to him, followed by a pointed look at me.
The nerve of him!
The other boy, I think his name is Louis, shut Harry down by elbowing, shooting an apologetic glance at me and mouthing ‘I’m sorry.’
I faked a grateful smile as I sat down at the interviewer’s chair, making a mental note to avoid talking to Harry as much as possible.
Just this one time, I reminded myself. Just get through one hour, and you’ll never have to see them again.
Just one hour.
“So, you guys just came out with your third album, Midnight Memories. Do you guys have a favorite song or moment from that album?” Kenzie asked with fake enthusiasm.
I don’t think the others knew she was faking but, I’ve known Kenzie since 3rd grade, so I can tell when.
“Well,” Niall talking jarred me back to reality.
I had always tolerated Niall; he was the best band mate in my opinion. He always seemed so kind and kind of reserved, a trait I wished I could have in my celebrity life.
He’s also, for the record, really cute, and I think Kenzie feels the same way about him.
“I think my favorite memory is filming the Best Song Ever music video. I had so much fun just goofing around and having a good time with the band.
Am I right?”
While choruses of yesses and agreements were issued from the boys to the three of us, I looked over and caught Kenzie looking at Niall, with a look that only her best friend can tell what it meant.
Kenzie liked Niall.
Hah! I was right! I knew she had a thing for him! They would be so cute together!
No Ellabree, I mentally scolded myself.
No, no, no! I am never talking to One Direction again!
That was our agreement!
No, no, NO!!
“Umm, Ell, are you ok?” I heard a deep British accent ask me. I think it was Liam.
He always seemed really nice in interviews, but I was too occupied to tell if it was him.
“Umm, yeah, I'm fine.” I stuttered, removing my hands from the arms of the chair.
I had been so worked up I was gripping the chair like there was no tomorrow.
I have a really bad case of extreme anxiety, something that I had only shared with Kenzie and Joey.
I had to take pills for it, and if I don’t, I get so worked up over the stupidest things I can’t breathe and pass out or something.
“Well, I think our time’s up!” Joey exclaimed actually quite nervously, probably sensing that I needed a break. “It was great meeting you,” Kenzie added, catching Niall’s eye contact.
“You too, Kenzie, Joey, Ellabree” Harry added with a smile.
Ugh! Harry isn’t supposed to be liked! Don’t respond to him, Kenzie!
“Alright, see you tomorrow psychopaths! Thanks for watching!”
I heard a beep, signaling the camera was off, and I literally collapsed in my seat.
I was about to pass out from stress and anxiety when I felt a strong hand on my arm.
“Come with me, we need to get you somewhere where you can rest, away from paparazzi.”
A deep voice said to me in a soothing tone I managed weak smile of thanks as I was helped up and walked over to the exit.
I was frantically trying to remember if I took my pills this morning, which added to my stress level and made me stumble.
Shit.
I didn't.
“Here,” the boy said, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the exit.
I knew i shouldn’t stress myself out further, but I couldn’t figure out who this boy was. It was driving me crazy. I mean, I should be really thankful right now, but that’s where extreme anxiety gets you.
You just have to wonder and stress.
I knew it wasn’t Joey, because this boy had a British accent.
Shit.
BRITSIH. Ellabree, so you know what that means!
Son of a bitch.
I'm.
Going.
Home.
With.
Someone.
In.
One.
Direction.
Which one, well, that’s the question.
I don’t know.
Ell's outfit
Kenzie's outfit
“Hey y’all YouTube psychopaths (aka our followers)!”
I laughed to myself (almost poking myself in the face with mascara) as I heard Joey exclaim into the screen of our vlogging phone.
Yes, I, Ellabree Kowals, have a phone for vlogging. An IPhone, actually.
Life just comes easy when you’re a 20 year old Oscar winning director.
Whatever, call me entitled, and my best friend McKenzie Carson will rip your throat out.
Yes, the McKenzie Carson.
The famous soccer player.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I'm also talking about Joey Graceffa.
YES, he was the 16 year old who went to the Olympics for swimming, and yes, the first American to earn more gold medals in one games than Michael Phelps ever did in one game.
I guess all of us met by fate, and now we are super close, and society’s “Top Celeb BFF’s!” Please, the spotlight kills me.
I can’t go anywhere without me getting mobbed by cameras and reporters.
Don’t get me wrong, I am really annoying when it comes to being behind a camera so I'm not the one to judge, but I don’t really appreciate 782 microphones shoved into my face when I go to get a coffee!
Alright, so right now, we are getting ready to film an interview with none other than One Direction.
Yippee.
They drive me crazy with annoyance, and I know Kenzie and Joey feel the same way. Oh, and by “we”, I mean Winter Spring Pro; Joey, Kenzie and my vlogging/YouTube channel. We are probably the biggest thing on YouTube ever since Gangham Style, having around 68 million subscribers. I guess a lot of people like the twisted combination of a director, a soccer star, and an Olympian.
All Americans.
All celebrities.
All living in an apartment in Cambridgeshire, England.
And all struggling to go to college (aka Cambridge in case you didn’t get that earlier).
It’s really quite amusing, I suppose. Oh well, I guess I have to get this interview over with. I can’t really get myself out of this, I thought, sulking.
I fluffed up my hair, put on another coat of lipstick, and headed over to stop Joey on the phone, who was seriously dissing 1D over our vlog. He was sitting down on the interview chair backstage in our vlogging studio, also known as a spare room on campus we were issued to.
I honestly don’t care about One Direction, they truly annoy me more than Justin Bieber, but I can’t afford to lose all our subscribers. I will do almost anything to keep our fans and subscribers, even if I don’t care the slightest about who or what we are talking about.
Joey was in the middle of telling some stupid joke that dissed 1D when I walked up and snatched the phone out of his hand.
Hey!” he pouted, putting on his puppy dog face.
God, he is so cute making that face, he probably just made about every sane girl’s ovaries’ explode and insured us another 6 million subscribers. I don’t like him, though.
I mean, he’s like my brother.
“That was a really good joke! You didn’t even let me get to the punch line!”
I gave him a look, and I hope it didn’t look like much in the camera.
“We don’t want any riots on our hands. I swear to god, you would have been like beaten to death by 13 year old girls if you had finished the joke.”
Joey rolled his eyes, exaggerating it and making a little coughing noise in the back of his throat.
“Finnnnne,” he scoffed.
“Kowals, Graceffa, Carson! On in 2!” a man hollered off the stage.
“Ok, well that’s our cue!” I enthused to the camera.
“Talk to you guys after the interview, which should be up tomorrow!
BYEEEEEE!!” I stopped filming and turned the phone off as soon as Kenzie came rushing out of a dressing room, frantically combing her blonde hair.
“What’d I miss?” she asked quizzically.
“Oh, nothing,” I waved off her question, letting her off.
“Hey, you guys ready for this interview!”
I hope this goes well.
“HELL NO!”
Kenzie and Joey both shouted, making some backstage people look over in alarm.
And no, of course they have to hate them. I thought at least one of us would actually care and make this a decent video.
“God I fucking HATE them!” Kenzie steamed through clenched teeth, making sure no one could hear her except for joey and me.
“They think they’re super-hot and Harry just gives me a headache.” Joey rants.
“I mean, every girl he dates he just fucks and leaves. He’s a womanizer, I mean that’s fucking wrong!”
“I know they suck but we have to do this,” I assured them.
“Just don’t let your feelings get to the camera and we can do this. Think of the cameras. And the subscribers”
“Alright,” Kenzie sighed, giving in. “Ok, for the next hour we’re going to have to-“ I got cut off by Kenzie.
“wait what? ONE HOUR?”
“And now, your interviewers, Joey Graceffa, McKenzie Carson, and Ellabree Kowals!”
the off screen announcer voiced. I put on a fake smile as I walked into the studio, with an audience by the way, our cameraman filming this all.
I mentally threw up when I saw One Direction and looked the other way. I mean, seriously, have you heard of the term LOOSE PANTS!!!
God, their pants are tighter than some of mine! And that saying a lot.
I think Harry could tell I was faking my grin, and whispered something to the boy in the striped shirt sitting next to him, followed by a pointed look at me.
The nerve of him!
The other boy, I think his name is Louis, shut Harry down by elbowing, shooting an apologetic glance at me and mouthing ‘I’m sorry.’
I faked a grateful smile as I sat down at the interviewer’s chair, making a mental note to avoid talking to Harry as much as possible.
Just this one time, I reminded myself. Just get through one hour, and you’ll never have to see them again.
Just one hour.
“So, you guys just came out with your third album, Midnight Memories. Do you guys have a favorite song or moment from that album?” Kenzie asked with fake enthusiasm.
I don’t think the others knew she was faking but, I’ve known Kenzie since 3rd grade, so I can tell when.
“Well,” Niall talking jarred me back to reality.
I had always tolerated Niall; he was the best band mate in my opinion. He always seemed so kind and kind of reserved, a trait I wished I could have in my celebrity life.
He’s also, for the record, really cute, and I think Kenzie feels the same way about him.
“I think my favorite memory is filming the Best Song Ever music video. I had so much fun just goofing around and having a good time with the band.
Am I right?”
While choruses of yesses and agreements were issued from the boys to the three of us, I looked over and caught Kenzie looking at Niall, with a look that only her best friend can tell what it meant.
Kenzie liked Niall.
Hah! I was right! I knew she had a thing for him! They would be so cute together!
No Ellabree, I mentally scolded myself.
No, no, no! I am never talking to One Direction again!
That was our agreement!
No, no, NO!!
“Umm, Ell, are you ok?” I heard a deep British accent ask me. I think it was Liam.
He always seemed really nice in interviews, but I was too occupied to tell if it was him.
“Umm, yeah, I'm fine.” I stuttered, removing my hands from the arms of the chair.
I had been so worked up I was gripping the chair like there was no tomorrow.
I have a really bad case of extreme anxiety, something that I had only shared with Kenzie and Joey.
I had to take pills for it, and if I don’t, I get so worked up over the stupidest things I can’t breathe and pass out or something.
“Well, I think our time’s up!” Joey exclaimed actually quite nervously, probably sensing that I needed a break. “It was great meeting you,” Kenzie added, catching Niall’s eye contact.
“You too, Kenzie, Joey, Ellabree” Harry added with a smile.
Ugh! Harry isn’t supposed to be liked! Don’t respond to him, Kenzie!
“Alright, see you tomorrow psychopaths! Thanks for watching!”
I heard a beep, signaling the camera was off, and I literally collapsed in my seat.
I was about to pass out from stress and anxiety when I felt a strong hand on my arm.
“Come with me, we need to get you somewhere where you can rest, away from paparazzi.”
A deep voice said to me in a soothing tone I managed weak smile of thanks as I was helped up and walked over to the exit.
I was frantically trying to remember if I took my pills this morning, which added to my stress level and made me stumble.
Shit.
I didn't.
“Here,” the boy said, picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the exit.
I knew i shouldn’t stress myself out further, but I couldn’t figure out who this boy was. It was driving me crazy. I mean, I should be really thankful right now, but that’s where extreme anxiety gets you.
You just have to wonder and stress.
I knew it wasn’t Joey, because this boy had a British accent.
Shit.
BRITSIH. Ellabree, so you know what that means!
Son of a bitch.
I'm.
Going.
Home.
With.
Someone.
In.
One.
Direction.
Which one, well, that’s the question.
I don’t know.
Notes
Alright so that was Chapter 1! I am so excited to post my first fanfic!
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