So I made a thing- 

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Gwen is a pic of Alice Dufour and Soren is, of course, Leo DiCap. Who else? 

But you can always imagine them different. 

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The painting came out pretty good. The gold added something... monumental to it. Like it was important. In a room full of paintings, you looked at this one. You looked at this one because it was like Cleopatra. It had blue, it had gold. And it screamed authority. 

"Gwen what are you doin' inside? It's summer, it's beautiful, go out!" Glen came in and looked at the painting Gwen was staring at. "Woah! That's a cool painting." 

"For once you compliment me, Glendolyn." It was a nickname her and Glen's family are very proud of and it never gets old. Glen scowled at her. 

"You're a piece of shit, Gwendolyn." This just made her grin. 

"I know." She said cheekily, staring at her phone now. "

What? Did Shawn Mendes finally break up with Camilla Cabello?" 

She shook her head. "No, sadly." 

She was staring at her phone, waiting for it to ring. Soren said he had something special planned, and she was waiting for the call. 

"You've been pretty distant, Gwen, and I'm seriously wonderin' where you've been." Glen looked genuinely worried and concerned. 

"Um, I met someone on a walk the other day." She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. 

"About damn time! Can I know their name?" Glen hopped on the bed next to her. "Well his name is-" 

"Oh and it's a guy!" 

"Shush! And his name is Soren." 

"Soren Carter?" Glen asked sarcastically. 

"Yeah, actually." 

Glen froze. "Soren Carter? Like Soren Shay Carter, the famous actor that starred in movies Dearest Me, Roxanne, Gone Rogue and In My Life?" He asked incredulously. 

Gwen shrugged. "I wouldn't know." 

Glen pulled out his phone and typed something in. He showed her the screen. "This guy?" 

(90's Leonardo DiCaprio; not Soren Carter lol) 

 "Yes." 

"I can't believe you're friends with Soren Carter." 

"It's not a big deal when you have a record deal with the Francis Alistair." She argued. 

"With Francis Alistair, you have a shot a makin' a record deal with him, I mean he wouldn't exist in the music world without it. But think, becomin' friends with a celebrity is different. You likely can't even see them, less likely to even talk with them. Gwen, you really are one in a million." 

Then her phone started ringing. 

"This is Gwen Foley!" She said into the phone excitedly. 

"Hey Dolly!" Soren on the other end matched her exact enthusiasm perfectly. 

"See, Glen, this is Soren." Gwen said, gesturing to the phone. 

Glen snatched it out of her hands. "Who are you?" He spoke harshly into the phone. 

"What the hell? Glen!" He ignored his sister and waited for Soren's answer. 

"Ermm... My name is Soren Carter. And you must be Mr Foley, right?" Glen was stunned. 

"That's me." Was all he could choke out into the phone. 

"Your wife is very nice, thank you for letting me be her friend." 

He almost choked on his own spit. "Sir, erm, she's my twin sister. She's not married. Like at all. Not even dating." 

"Oh, uh, sorry. I just naturally assumed she was married." 

Glen made a weird face as he processed what the celebrity had said. Everybody assumed she was single. Even when she was dating, everybody assumed they were friends. No one guessed that Gwendolyn Foley would ever get a date. 

"Um, can you please hand the phone back to Dolly?" 

"Dolly?" Glen looked at his sister, his eyes wide. "You guys already have nicknames?" He asked incredulously, handing the phone back. She glared at him. 

"Hello again, Soren." Gwen shooed Glen out of the room. 

"How are your paintings?" He asked politely. 

"Fine." She answered, smiling at the painting she now named Cleopatra. "Oh, er, how is acting?" She realized she was being rude. 

"I'm not really busy right now, actually. Did you maybe want to go get froyo or something?"

"Sure! When?" 

"In like 10 minutes? Is that good for you?" He seems extra nervous today, Gwen observed. 

"Yes, that's good with me see you in a little bit." She was absolutely giddy, she practically skipped to her closet and pulled out a white square-neck form fitting tank top, black leggings and black flats.

"Wow, goin' somewhere?" Glen commented when she walked into the living room. 

"I'm going for froyo with Soren." She shrugged, but her smile gave it away. She applied some red lipstick to her pale lips and turned back around to Glen. 

He groaned. "Froyo is everybody's first date choice, lame. I thought he'd have somethin' interesting. Lord knows you need somethin' interestin', Gwen." She rolled her eyes. 

"It's not a date, Glen." 

"It is. I can see it on your face." 

"It is not a date, I'm telling you. We're just friends. Plus, you said it yourself. Being friends with a celebrity is lucky enough. But dating them? I might as well get struck by lightning twice." 

"It's a possibility that he's totally into you!" 

"What are the odds? Zero out of a million." 

"That was lame." 

"And?" 

The conversation ended with Gwen's snarky remark. A horn honked from outside the house. "See you in a few hours, Glen!" 

He scoffed and crossed his arms. "Can't wait!" He called sarcastically. 

She walked out of the door, and saw once again, a sleek black limo parked in front of her house. And, once more, a blonde stuck his head out of the window. 

"Hey Dolly!" He called excitedly. 

"Hey Soren!" She smiled and showed her pearly whites. He looked nervous as he fidgeted with his hands when she sat down next to him. 

"I-I'm sorry for calling your brother your husband." He said quickly. 

"Is that seriously what you're worried about? Soren, you're all good." 

"B-But-" 

"No buts. You're good. Honestly, it's an interesting thing for a celebrity to say to you. I'm sure he's honored." He smiled softly at her (look at pic Glen showed her). It was a content silence for a minute or two before Soren apparently could not take it any longer. 

"You look really pretty." He said, sounding like a 3 year old in all honesty. She blushed anyways. 

"Thank you." She looked over at him and smiled sincerely. 

"We're here, Mr Carter, sir." The driver said through a speaker. 

"I told you, please call me Soren!" He exclaimed exasperatedly. "Whatever, come on Dolly." He smiled a big, pearly-white smile and stretched his hand out to her. She grabbed it and couldn't deny the sparks she felt. The fire that burned when she touched his soft skin. It was electric. 

"So what kind of froyo are you getting?" He broke her out of her trance and gripped her hand a little tighter, helping her out of the limo. 

"Chocolate." 

"I'm getting strawberry, it's essential." He chuckled, still not letting go of her hand. "I've always gotten strawberry, since I was like- FUCK." He let go of her hand and rushed to the limo, where he pulled out his wig and sunglasses. "It's not much, but, it keeps the paparazzi from pestering me." He muttered. "Next time, let's just hang at one of our houses, okay?" She nodded, a grin on her face. 

"You're a fantastic brunette, I must say." She giggled when they got into the shop. 

"I look good in anything, you'll soon come to realize that." He teased cheekily, smiling his dimply smile. 

She giggled. "Mhmm sure." 

He turned around, mocking offense. "I'm offended." He said in an overly dramatic tone. She threw her head back and laughed. 

They walked to the counter to order something. "I'd like a chocolate and a strawberry please." Soren said nicely to the guy at the counter. 

"I'll pay." Gwen muttered, pulling her wallet out. 

"No, I invited you out, so I should pay." He said, giving a bunch of cash to the guy at the counter, leaving no room for argument. She rolled her eyes and walked to the patio, sitting at a cute little table with a cute little umbrella on it. 

Soren came out a few seconds later with their froyo. "Here." He handed her the chocolate one like it was a balancing act. 

"Thank you. This place is lovely." She admired, looking around. 

"Isn't it?" He muttered dreamily, drumming his fingers on the table. 

"I've never had frozen yogurt before, actually. But I was really missing out." She suppressed the urge to moan from how good it was. 

"Gwen, can I ask you something?" 

"Yeah, sure." She answered him with a mouthful of froyo. 

"Gwen, what's the one thing you want to do? Like if you could do anything..." he trailed off. 

"What?"

"Gwendolyn, if you could do anything, anything in the world, what would it be?" 

"I would love to go on a hot air balloon ride. I don't know why. I would just love it." 

"And you've never done it before?" 

"No. Wish I could. But I've never had the ambition to do it." 

"Would you maybe want to go on one with me?"