Authors note: if something is in bold it's an authors note and not part of the actual story
Emilie's POV
My eyes itch with tiredness as I stare at my phone. Its 3:28 in the morning and I am still scrolling through Instagram. I see a photo of Florence Pugh getting ready for something. She looks really silly with her hair in curlers. She's pulling a face. I'm bored, so I rashly decide to message her.
Me:
Imagine having a life
florence:
Imagine not having a life
Me:
Your like famous or whatever. You have a life
Florence:
I'd much rather not have one
Me:
Why???
Florence:
I don't want to do anything
Me:
Lol I'm just lying in bed with my dog
Florence:
I wish I was doing that
Me:
What are you doing?
Florence:
Getting my hair curled
Me:
At least you have curly hair now
Florence:
Eh. I will have wet hair in a second tho
Me:
Why??
Florence:
I'm filming
Me:
and what you get pushed into a pool
florence:
Yeah, basically
Me:
IN THIS WEATHER. It's freeezing where I am. Which is England btw
Florence:
Nice 👍. It is also freezing here
Me:
Lol that sucks.
Florence: yeah
I gtg the director needs me
Me:
Lol, don't get hypothermia🥶
Hehe. I know this sucks I'm mainly writing this for my self.😅😅
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FanfictionTHIS IS NOT A ROMANCE!!!!!! 14 year old Emilie is an insomniac. What happens when she decides to text Florence Pugh in the middle of the night.
