“Me neither.”
“A fairy godfather?”
Dillon shook his head. “I’m pretty sure they don’t exist.”
“Shame. Fine. I give up. What do I need?”
“Somewhere to stay for the month.”
“I definitely can’t afford that. Even a youth hostel would cost an arm and a leg in London. Especially for a whole month.”
“Yeah, probably.” Dillon tapped his finger against his lips. “I know. I can ask Xander. I’d bet he’d let you stay with him.”
I almost choked. “Xander?”
Dillon’s ultra-hot older brother, Xander, had left after a massive argument with his parents. He’d wanted to be an internet sensation. They’d wanted him to do something sensible with his life. Honestly, it was no wonder our parents were good friends. They must have taken the same parenting classes about stamping on your children’s dreams. At least my parents hadn’t driven me out of home, even if I did have to put up with application forms being shoved under my nose every five minutes and reminders that theywouldn’t support me forever. Ugh.
“I wouldn’t want to bother him,” I said lamely.
“You wouldn’t be. I would. Let me call him.” Dillon stooped to pick up his phone from the coffee table.
“No!”
He froze and stared at me.
I forced myself to smile. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble, and as I said, I wouldn’t want to impose on him.”
“It won’t be a problem. Trust me.”
“Dillon—”
He raised his eyebrows.
My tongue refused to move. How could I explain to Dillon that I wasn’t sure I could ever look Xander in the eyes again because I’d stumbled across his True Fans account and hadn’t been able to resist watching?
“You’re being weird,” Dillon said.
“Me?”
“Yes. Is there a reason you don’t want me to ask Xander to help?”
I laughed nervously. “I don’t want to impose.”
“Aside from that.”
“No…”
“If he thinks it’s an imposition, he’ll say no. But if he says yes, it solves your problem and means you’ll be able to attend all five open calls.”
“When you put it that way…”
Dillon grinned, pressed a couple of buttons on his phone, and then disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him.
I doubted Xander would say yes. I was his younger brother’s best friend, the guy he’d barely noticed, even though I had been in and out of his house throughout our childhood. He was too cool to realise I existed.
I pulled up Xander’s YouTube channel, which I was allowed to know about. When he’d run away to London, he’d had barely fifty subscribers. Oh, how his channel had grown. At that moment, he had six hundred and sixty-three thousand. It was a mind-boggling number. If that wasn’t successful, I didn’t know what was.
His YouTube channel was full of workout videos and fitness and diet tips. He went live every morning at six to do a thirty-minute pre-workday workout. Now that was dedication.
