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╮𝟬𝟬𝟯, ❝ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒌?! ❞
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▐ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 !

❝𝗔𝗥𝗘 you absolute sure that you have everything that you need? You're not forgetting anything that you may need! ❞ Brandon questions his twenty-one-year-old sister, standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

He just wanted to make sure that she had everything she was going to need before they headed out to the airport. Brandon was extremely nervous for her to be on her own in Vancouver since it had been a while since either of them were last there - since she had been there for Descendants.

But even then, he knew that she was okay because he had Booboo updating him on her. Along with Cameron and Mitchell.

"Babe, you've asked her four times already." Jazmin tells her husband, walking up behind him, "We need to get her to the airport on time."

"I have everything." Gabby reassured her brother before pausing on her way towards the bedroom door, "Except for my laptop and camera. How did I forget to pack my camera and laptop?"

Brandon smiled softly, letting out a chuckle, "I put them in your carry on when you went to the bathroom."

"Okay. Then I'm ready to go."

"C'mon, kid." Her brother wraps an arm around her shoulders, "Remember to thank Booboo for letting you crash with him."

"I already have." She looked up at him, "Are you gonna do what you did the last time? Text every few hours and call just to make sure I'm okay?"

"Every three hours on the dot."

"You'll have to go to sleep eventually."

"I'll set a couple of alarms."

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❝ 𝗛𝗘𝗬, kid. ❞ Booboo wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she walks over to him in the busy airport.

"Hi." Gabby mumbles against his chest, her eyes drooping slightly from being tired after her long flight.

"C'mon, up you go." He laughs as he picks her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist, and her arms around his neck. "I gotta grab your bags, okay? That means I need you to hold on tightly so that you don't fall to the floor."

"Okay."

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❝ 𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥! ❞ Kenny grinned once he took notice of the short girl walking next to Booboo.

Gabby shoots the man a warm smile, walking a bit faster as the two of them hugged each other tightly, "Hi, Kenny!"

"Dude." Owen nudges Charlie with his elbow as he catches the look on his face, "You have a bit of drool on your chin."

Charlie's eyes go wide, bringing his hand up to wipe at the corners of his mouth, glaring at the chuckles that leave Jeremy and Owen's mouths when he noticed he wasn't drooling, "Who is she? Why didn't we meet her during bootcamp? Or table reads?"

"You don't know who that is?" Madison exclaimed, turning to look at them, "That's Gabby Monroe! She's a youtuber, makeup artist, and social media influencer! Plus, her brother is an actor, too!"

"She's a makeup artist?" Jeremy asked in disbelief, "She doesn't look much older than Owen!"

"Boys, Madison, meet Gabby. She'll be helping around the set since Amber is on maternity leave. Gabby will mostly be with the girls, but she'll help you boys with touch ups if needed." Kenny brings her to the group.

"Hey."

"Gabby, this is Charlie, Owen, Madison and Jeremy. You'll meet the rest of the cast later on. And of course, you already know Booboo and Jadah."

"Can I ask you a question?" Owen looks at Gabby.

The brunette lets out a loud laugh, "Wanna know my age?" Owen nods, "I turned 21 at the end of August."

"She was doing makeup for the first Descendants movie at sixteen." Booboo laughed, "But she's amazing at what she does. And, if you aren't careful, she will eat you out of peanut butter."

Gabby jabs her elbow into his side as he laughs, "You and Brandon need to get over my slight peanut butter addiction!"

"She also liked to do her makeup while she sits on the sink." Booboo rests his arm on the top of her head, "And she cuddles when she's tired."

"Don't tell them all of my secrets." Gabby pouts just as her phone starts to ring, "Sorry, I have to take this. Hello? No, I don't know where your keys are, Ricky! Did you look in your car? Your room? The bowl next to the front door?"

Everyone watches as her face falls into a look of confusion.

"What the hell were they doing in the fish tank?!"

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𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬 sits in front of the wide mirrors that sat in the trailer Kenny let Gabby have to herself. Being in such a tiny room with hardly any room caused her anxiety to trigger, which would potentially cause her to have a panic attack.

Looking up as the trailer door flew open, she grinned as Jadah, Madison and two other girls walked inside.

"Gabby!" Jadah squealed, rushing into the twenty-one year old's arms, "I've missed you!"

"I missed you, sweet girl!" Gabby smiled before the two pulled away, "You guys must be Tori and Savannah. I'm Gabby. I'll be the makeup artist for a few of you."

Savannah smiles, "I know who you are. I'm obsessed with your videos!"

"So am I."

"Oh, thank you both." She smiled, "So, who wants to go first?"

"We have a few minute break before we have to really start getting ready." Madison tells her, "We just wanted to ask you some questions to get to know you better since we've had the time to get to know each other."

Gabby giggled, moving to have a seat, "Go ahead. I'm an open book, so ask me anything."

"How is your brother only your half brother?" Tori questioned, watching the young makeup artist work on Savannah's makeup for the first episode.

"We have the same mom, but not the same dad. And honestly, I've never even met my birth father. Tyler, Brandon's dad, has been there for me since the moment I was born. He didn't have to stick around me, but he did." Gabby starts to explain to them, "My last name was supposed to be Cooper, and for a while it was, but Tyler decided to adopt me when I was ten.

Madison grins, "That's so sweet."

"Tyler's a very sweet person." Gabby tilts Savannah's head up as she blows on the eyelash in her hand to make sure the glue was dry enough before she began to put it on carefully. "He didn't have to do any of what he did, but he I'm so happy that he's a big part of my life."

"And your mom?" Savannah asks.

Jadah frowns as she's the only one, having known her the longest of the girls, that seen the way Gabby's shoulder's tense up at the mention of her mom.

"She lives here in Canada. I don't see her much, well at all actually, because she didn't really approve of my makeup career. We got into an argument and she kicked me out." Gabby tells them, "A couple of months before the first Descendants movie."

Her phone starts ringing on the table.

Tori smirks, "Who's Ricky?"

"Best friend. I met him when I first moved to LA to live with Brandon and Jazmine, they live next to each other." She shrugged as she answers the FaceTime call, and propped her phone up, "What's up?"

"You wanna know what's up?! I'm lonely and I fucking miss you!" Ricky exclaimed, leaning against the headboard of his bed. "Wait, are you at work? You're in a trailer."

"Kinda." She stays concentrated as Savannah and Madison change seats. "What's the real reason that you called me?"

Ricky sighs, letting his head drop, "I lost my fucking keys. Again."

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❝ 𝗚𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗬! Will you fix Charlie's hair? Mess it up a bit to get a great "performance" look? ❞ Kenny asked as he walked towards them, coming to a stop as the boys preformed "Now or Never".

The brunette girl nods her head as she walks up the little stage that was set up from the boys with the help of Taylor so that she wouldn't trip over the wires that laid around, "Thank you for not letting me fall on my ass, because I honestly would have."

Taylor nods with a laugh, "You're welcome."

Charlie let out a an amused chuckled as he noticed the height difference between the two of them, "Do you want to to ben-,"

"Don't bend down." Gabby tells him, shaking her head. "It'll make me feel short, and I don't want to feel short."

"Hate to tell you this, but you are short." Jeremy walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I'm gonna lift you up so that you can reach."

"Thanks." Gabby giggled once she was at height to Charlie, pushing his hair around a bit, "Alright. You can put me down now."

"Are you always shorter than most people?" Owen asked from his spot at the drums.

"Yeah, my shortness is the reason that I do not, under any circumstances, stand next to Ross Butler. The guy's a fucking giant compared to me. Makes me jealous." She mumbles the last part, the boys cooing as they hear her.

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❝ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 was it? ❞ Brandon asked over the FaceTime call with his little sister.

"It was great. Everyone's so nice and we all get along great. Close in age, too." She shrugged, snuggling into her blanket with a pout, "Even if half of them are taller than I am. It's like Ross all over again."

Brandon laughs, "Almost everyone is taller than you, Gabs."

"Hush." She yawned, fighting to keep her eyes open.

"Gabby, go to bed."

"I wanna talk to you and Jazz a little longer." Gabby mumbles, her eyes closing for a brief moment.

"The two of us will still be here in the morning." Jazmin tells her as Brandon sends a text to BooBoo.

"Go to sleep. We love you, Gabs." Brandon tells her noticing that she had already fallen asleep.

A few seconds later, BooBoo walked into her bedroom and picked her phone up, "Night, guys."

"Night, brother." Brandon smiled.

BooBoo hangs up the phone with a final goodbye, plugging Gabby's phone up into the charger, and sat it on the bedside table, "Goodnight, Little One."

He left a small kiss on her forehead - in a brotherly fashion - before turning the bedroom lights off and closing the door behind him.