I crept along stealthily next to Erica, my hand on my gun. A gunshot rang out from behind them, and I immediately twisted around and fired my gun. Someone returned the fire and I was soon lying on the ground, hunched over in pain. "No... Ben" Erica whispered. I clenched her hand, and my eyes soon fluttered shut. Erica hunched over my lifeless form, crying.

"Cut!" the director screeched. "That's a wrap." I got up, brushing the dust off my sweet utility suit costume. "Nice acting job today," Erica said, all business-like as usual. "Oh, um, thanks, you too." I stammered.

Despite being Hollywood's #1 eligible bachelor, the star of countless action movies, winner of 4 Golden Globes, and 7 Oscars, I was still a nervous wreck around Erica Hale. I acted around her as my Fanclub acted around me.

I watched her turn away and stood there silently as she clasped hands with Joshua Hallal, the villain in the movie. They had been dating for a little over a month, and my heart tightened painfully when I saw them together. I eventually slowly walked away, walking out of the filming studio.

A horde of screaming young women immediately surrounded me, screaming stuff like "MARRY ME BEN!" and "I LOVE YOU!"

I. Hated. Being. Handsome.

I had thick, sandy brown hair and green eyes that had slowly turned green from brown. I had been on the baseball team all through high school and college, being the captain on both teams, so I was well-muscled, considering we had weight training regimens. I had the beginning of some sandy brown stubble on my chin, which was purely from forgetting to shave. I had accidentally started a trend, so now every leading man in Hollywood had light layers of stubble on their chins.

I pushed through the crowd, rather annoyed. "OMG BEN TOUCHED ME!!!!" a hysterical fan shouted. Jesus Christ, this is why fame sucks.

I made it to my set trailer and sighed in relief. I sat down and rubbed my eyes. A second later I got a knock on my door. I peered out curiously, seeing a young man with smooth blond hair and hazel eyes.

"Mike!" I exclaimed. "The one and only!" Mike responded, hugging me. If I'm the #1 eligible bachelor in Hollywood, then he is most definitely the #1 eligible bachelor in sports. He was the starting quarterback for the Los Angeles Rams.

When we first hung out together, people went nuts, because the most popular quarterback and the most popular action star were buds. There were actually several fan sites that shipped us. I'm not kidding. One time I received a letter demanding to know why I hadn't come out to the public, and how I needed to come clean about my relationship with Mike.

I had nothing against the LGBTQ+ community, I just know that I'm straight. After this, I attended a straight ally parade to show that although I was not LGBTQ+, I fully supported the community.

I invited Mike in, and we sat on the sofa. "So, how're things going?" I asked Mike. "Good..." Mike mumbled, but he was blushing and had a faraway look on his face. "Awww, does widdle Mikey have a crush on someone?" I teased.

"How did you know?" he asked. "Just tell me who it is!" I said impatiently. He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's a physical therapist for the Ram's, her name is Zoe Zibbel, and she has the most gorgeous green eyes you'll ever see," he said, his face slipping into a dreamy expression. I stuck my tongue out. "What about my eyes?" I asked. "Eh, they're alright," he answered.

His attention focused back on me. "So... does widdle Benny have a crush on someone too?" he asked, a devilish look on his face. I facepalmed. I probably should've seen this coming. His devilish smile grew.

"Whooo is ittttt?" he asked, drawing out the words. "Oh, nothing, just my intimidatingly beautiful co-star who happens to be dating the actor who plays the villain," I mumbled quickly.

He looked at me. "So, how did you fall for her so hard? Is there a story behind it?" he asked me. I nodded. "It's a long one though," I warned him. He shrugged. "I've got time." I leaned back, starting from the very beginning.

Ahoy! It's me! I hope you enjoy this story, and also, this story is not a sequel to spy school: camp, it's complicated. Enjoy fake it till you make it! My update schedule for this will be on Wednesdays and Sundays, so twice a week. It was pretty hard doing daily updates, and it went out to fast. Please vote, comment, or literally anything you want to do. If you want to argue over if mutant gerbils are real, be my guest. I'm going to release the second chapter tomorrow because A: This chapter has been on my other story before, and B: It follows me update schedule.

-Agent Bot