So y'all, I changed the name from 'He's Famous!' to 'Always Free'. And I changed the cover and I LOVE IT!!! Hope y'all are having a good day! <3 

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Gwen stared at her phone for a long moment before she answered. "Yes. The guy who was supposedly famous..?" She answered, perplexed. 

"Yup! That's me. Why did you wait so long to call?" It was weird to her how quickly his emotions changed. He went from excited to sounding desperate and I think his voice even cracked... 

"Um, I don't know, there was just a random phone number in the palm of my hand how was I supposed to react?" 

She could practically hear the shrug from the other line. "Touche. Hey I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go get coffee or something...?" Again. Relaxed, eager and then nervous. Wow. 

"I barely know you." Gwen said indelicately. 

"Exactly! That's why we're going!" Soren said excitedly. "Text me your address I'm picking you up in 10." Gwen didn't even get to object before he hung up. 

"What the hell?" She didn't know whether to trust this guy. I mean, yes he knew her full name and her phone number... but where she lived? 

Fuck it, Gwen thought. 

4369 oeufs de Paquez Street 

She texted the number she marked as 'The Famous Bipolar' (if you have any other name suggestions, dear reader, I would love that bc I have NONE). 

The Famous Bipolar:
Cool I'll be there! 

Gwen was ecstatic and giddy. She went to her closet and quickly picked out an outfit. A nude crop top with a straight-across neckline and white jeans. She picked some plain black flats and waited patiently for a text, honk of a horn or knock on the door signalling his arrival. 

The Famous Bipolar:
I'm here!! :D

She laughed. He was basically a child. She walked out of the house her, Glen and her parents lived in and found a huge, sleek black limo in the street in front of her house. She walked up to it and a window a few windows down rolled down, and a blonde head stuck out of the car. Soren was wearing sunglasses and a huge grin. 

"Hey Gwendolyn!" He said excitedly. "Come sit back here with me!" He stuck his head back in. The window rolled up and Gwen walked down to where he was, and the door of the limo opened. She gasped and would've probably stood there for hours if it wasn't for Soren yanking her in next to her. 

"You know," started Soren as she stared at the sleekness, at the blackness of it and just how rich everything looked. "I've been thinking, and you need a nickname. Gwendolyn is such a long name." 

Gwen looked over at him. "What?" 

He nodded. "I was thinking Dolly. You know, like the last part of your name and then Dolly Parton, and who doesn't want to be nicknamed after her?" Gwen just stared at him. 

Any normal person would just assume she went by Gwen. She supposed he wasn't a normal person. It was a weird silence, but it only last for a few seconds before Soren apparently got restless and started talking. 

"You know I was thinking, Dolly, you've never seen any of the movies I'm in so maybe we could see them sometime." Soren said, grinning at her. His smile was contagious, Gwen had to admit, and she smiled as well, even if it was not as big. "Oh come on, when do you ever really smile?" Soren cocked his head to the side and stared at her, his brow furrowed. "You're a mess, Mrs Gwendolyn Foley." If Gwen was drinking anything she would've spit it out. 

"Mrs?" She questioned, choking on air. 

"Well you're so pretty I assumed you would be married." Soren flirted with her shamelessly. 

"I'm 21! You know that!" Gwen exclaimed incredulously. 

"Well, we live in California. Girls like you are hard to come by." Soren said, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Girls like me?" Gwen practically whispered, stunned into silence. 

"Yeah. Girls like you." She tried to regain her breaths as she breathed. In and out, in and out. 

"Yeah so, we're here Dolly." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the car with him. 

"Why do you have sunglasses and a wig?" Gwen stared at the new brunette in front of her. 

"The Paparazzi aren't particularly nice to me, Dolly. They're freaking blood hounds in bags of human flesh." Soren shivered. "If you don't believe me ask Princess Diana." 

Gwen shrugged and followed him into the coffee shop. 

"So what do you do for fun?" Soren asked her once they sat down. 

"Well, I'm an artist." Gwen smiled bashfully and looked away, a red blush dusting her cheeks. "Oh! That's cool. What style of art do you paint?" Soren asked, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. 

"Abstract." She said, smiling slightly. 

"So is this your hometown?" Soren asked after a little bit of content silence. It seemed he didn't take silence very well. 

"Yep. Born and raised in San Fransisco." Soren frowned slightly. So slightly that Gwen didn't notice. 

"Who's your best friend?" Soren blurted after a little while. 

"Oh, um, I've never had friends, really..." Gwen said, looking embarrassed. "But my twin, Glen, has always been there for me." She sighed, and looked anywhere but him. 

"Is that why you're not asking me anything?" Soren raised his eyebrows. 

"I'm sorry..." Gwen muttered, her cheeks going red again. 

"No, Dolly, it's okay, I'm just giving you a hard time." He winked at her, but she didn't see it through his sunglasses. 

"You know it's really weird to be wearing sunglasses inside, Soren." Gwen told him. 

"I can't take them off or put fake glasses on or anything, because to the Paparazzi my eyes are a dead giveaway." Soren explained quietly. 

"Oh, okay. Well we can pretend you're blind." Gwen offered, a half-smile on her face. He nodded. 

"Genius!" His grin got bigger somehow, not sure how, but it did. 

"So, Soren, what's your hometown?" She questioned him. 

"Um, I'm originally from Malibu." He admitted, rubbing his neck and avoiding eye contact. "It's... unique." He added awkwardly. 

"Okay..." Gwen looked at him weirdly. "Well who's your best friend?" 

"I left all of my friends when I moved from Malibu." Soren replied, his smile dropping into a slight grimace. 

"Oh, so there's a story?" Gwen pushed farther. 

"Not much of one, but maybe if you warmed up to me I'd tell you it." He teased. 

"Oh well then, I guess we'll just have to go on more dates then." She teased back, the smallest of smirks playing at the corners of her mouth. 

"Oh, so this is a date?" 

She didn't say anything, the look in her eyes daring him to say it wasn't. 

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That night, Gwen stared at the ceiling with a huge smile on her face. She hadn't ever smiled that often, even if Soren wouldn't call them smiles. The 'date' with Soren went really well and brightened her day. She was in the mood for painting. She got up, chose the correct size of canvas and got all of her paints, (light blue, beige, tan, brown and gold) and got to work. 

I'm Rapunzel, she mused. "When will my life begin?" She sang out, painting the canvas with flecks of gold and hints of a light blue freedom, like the sky, because the sky was always free.