phone booth girl


“Attention Please…” by Matthew Ward

- Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

 “… I mean, can we do makeovers at Girl Con?”

“Do we have to?” Adina said with a sigh. “How is that empowering?”

“Things don’t have to be empowering all the time. It can just be fun. Way to cut a fart in the middle of the party, New Hampshire,” Jennifer said.

“And I like makeovers,” Tiara said.

Petra gave her a high five. “So do I.”

“And me,” Shanti added. “If I only had ten minutes left to live, I would spend it at the makeup counter at the Nordstrom in the Galleria.”

“Really?” Adina made a face.

Shanti shrugged. “If you find me in that jungle dead of a rare spider bite, make sure you put my eyeliner on.”

Miss Ohio flailed with excitement. “Makeovers are so fun! It’s like the Superman phone booth of girl.”

Adina sat up. “It’s denigrating and objectifying.”

“No. It’s eye shadow and lipstick and sex and mystery and magic and transformation and fun. And nobody’s taking that away from me. You will pry my Petal Power lip gloss out of my cold, dead hands,” Shanti insisted.

Behind The Scenes 2 (7/16)

Author’s note: I’m sorry, but this part is super short in comparison to the rest of the parts. I didn’t want to give away too much too soon. Sorry for any errors.

Genre: Drama? (idk)

Word count:1056

Summary: Your first time in the studio with the guys.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.

The boys were in the studio recording again for some reason. You and the manager sat outside in the hall as usual; you read a book while he was on his phone.

“Can I ask you something?” for some reason you felt the need to whisper.

“What do you need now?” he asked, keeping his eyes on his phone. By his tone, it was easy to tell he was annoyed. You didn’t blame him. With the tour coming up, he had practically everything on his shoulders.

“Um, if the guys already recorded the album, why are the in the studio again? Shouldn’t they be practicing?”

“Namjoon gave me the tracklist for the concert. The guys wanted to do mashups for some of the songs so they have to figure out how they are going to put them together.” He said, his eyes still glued to his phone.


For the next 20 minutes or so, you focused on the book in your hands. The silence was disrupted when the studio door opened. V stuck his head out and gave the two of you his boxy smile.  “Can you guys come in for a second?” he asked.

You both got up and went inside.

“Make sure to stay quiet.” V whispered.

It was the first time you got to be in the studio. You were surprised by how the room looked. The room was rather small and dimly lit. There was barely enough space for the 9 of you to fit. The soundboard, the small couch and the 2 computer chairs took up most of the space.

Rap monster turned to the manger. “Security called. A there is a new load waiting in the office, go deliver it.”

“What do I do about her?” the manager asked pointing at you.

Rap monster glanced over at you, then back at the manager “Keep her here.”

The manager quickly left without any further instructions.

It was weird being in the studio. Rap monster had never allowed you inside before; he didn’t want to risk you distracting them. You didn’t know how to situate yourself. You didn’t know whether to sit with the others on the already full occupied couch or to just sit on the floor in the corner of the room.

Jimin and Jungkook walked out of the sound booth when they saw the manager walk out.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jimin asked angrily.

“The manager need to do the deliveries… Why don’t you go help him Jimin?” Rap monster asked.

Jimin looked about frantically. “…I still have recording to do.” He said nervously.

“You can take a break. I’ll allow it.” Rap monster said

“I’ll do it!” V shouted. He jumped doff the couch’s armrest and bolted out of the room before Rap monster could say no.

“Back in the booth.” Rap monster ordered.

As Jimin and Jungkook went inside, Jhope stood up from his seat on the couch and told you to sit down. He took V’s previous seat of the arm of the couch.

Suga turned on the music from the soundboard. Immediately you recognized it. It was the song ‘Coffee’. Jungkook and Jimin did their parts and soon the song shifted to ‘One More Day’. You noticed that Jungkook and Jimin’s parts were a bit different from what they originally were, however, Suga organized it so beautifully you didn’t care about the differences.

They were still in the middle of singing when a phone went off. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. But everyone immediately looked upset as they all glared into the sound booth.

Rap Monster threw his drink against the wall. “Dammit Jungkook.”

“That’s the tenth time today!” Jin said annoyed.

Suga hid his face in his hands and even Jimin had a look of disapproval.

“I can’t help it! The bitch won’t leave me alone!” Jungkook said.

“You motherfucker! You could put the volume down! You could have left your phone out here! You could turn the damn thing off!” Suga shouted.

Jungkook ended the call, but the phone started ringing again.

“Just answer the fucking phone!” Suga shouted again.

Jungkook grabbed his phone and answered it. “What the fuck do you want?… Nah, I still don’t remember you… So… She’s not going to find out… I ain’t giving you shit… Fine… When and where? …Fine, but you better keep that shit under wraps!”

“I told you this was going to happen!” Jin said in a lecturing tone.

“She wants money.” Jungkook said stepping out of the phone booth.

“How many other girls have tried to get something out of you?” Rap monster asked

“Three other bitches.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“I don’t remember, let me check.” He pulled out his phone again and looked through it.

“Um I only have the first names saved… but there are also pictures.”


“Yes, pictures. Nude pictures, you know, as like keep sakes.” He grinned. “Well, at least for two of the girls I’m using the pictures as blackmail. The funny thing is, it’s probably not even of them. The other chick doesn’t care, and for this last one I don’t have any.”

“Okay, so for the other chick and this chick, give me their names.” Rap monster said as he pulled out his phone. “Write the names down right now. And write down where that one chick wants to meet.”

“Ok…” Jungkook did what he was told. And then handed the paper to Rap monster.

“Why do you want the names.”

“Because once again I’m going to cover your ass.”

“My ‘ass’ wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t made me and y/n a couple!”

“You wouldn’t have to be a public thing if you fucking killed her in the first place!” Rap monster retorted.

The room fell into an awkward silence. You kept your head down and you could feel all eyes on you.

Rap monster took the paper from Jungkook’s hand and made a call. “Hey. I have a list for you. Come by the dorm tonight and take care of it.” Then he hung up the phone.

You held onto Jhope’s arm. “What’s he going to do?” you whispered.

Jhope didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to though. From the look in his face you knew what Rap monster had planned.

“Is this about Phone Booth Girl?”

“She wants to meet.”

“Wait you guys have never met? Aren’t you curious what she looks like?”

It doesn’t matter what she looks like. She’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. It’s just, what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Why wouldn’t she like you?”

“Cause I’m weird. I slouch, my hair’s too long, my tie’s perpetually crooked.”

“I just wouldn’t want to ruin something so special over something as trivial as looks.”

Personal Imagine for Camilla

Imagine: You’re in London for a couple of weeks visiting a friend. You’re still a bit jetlagged from the traveling, so you wake up early one morning before everyone else. Unable to fall back asleep, you finally decide to get up and go for a run around the neighborhood. After you change into a hoodie and your running shoes, you scrawl a quick note to your friend telling her where you’re going before you walk out the door. It’s a sunny day for once, and you decide you’ve picked a good day for a run. You pull out your iPod, sticking the earbuds in your ears before you take off on a light jog. About an hour later, you glance at the time and decide that you’d better head back. However, after you pass the same phone booth three times, you realize that you’re hopelessly lost. You don’t panic though, at least, not until you fish around in your pockets and realize that you’ve forgotten your cell phone. Cursing under your breath, you pull a few coins out of your pocket, walking over to the phone booth and stepping inside. You put the coins in the slot, waiting for the dial tone before punching in your friend’s number. “Please, please pick up.” You mumble as the phone rings. Just then, someone pounds on the glass windows of the phone booth, startling you half to death. You spin around to see a boy pressed up against the glass. You squint, trying to get a better look at the boy. That wasn’t…? No, it couldn’t be. The boy waves at you frantically. “Can I use the phone?” You hear his muffled voice say from outside the booth. You frown and shake your head. “I’m not done yet.” You mouth in reply, pointing to the phone you still have pressed up against your ear.
“Please!” He says desperately. You’re about to tell him “no” again, when you get your friend’s voicemail on the other line. “Shit.” You mumble. You’re out of change too. You stand there for a moment, the receiver still held up to your ear as you try to decide what to do. Just then, the guy outside loses the rest of what little patience he had, and he quickly opens the phone booth door, forcing himself inside with you before shutting it the door behind him.
“Excuse me! What the hell?” You exclaim angrily.
“Shhh!” The boy replies, putting his palm against your mouth as he ducks down and shields his face from the windows. You begin to wiggle away, when you realize who is standing in the phone booth with you. It is Harry Styles. You stare at him in awe, before your attention is taken away by a large group of squealing girls that run past, not looking twice at you two in the phone booth. As the girls disappear from view, Harry breaths a sigh of relief, dropping his hand. He looks down at you and smiles sheepishly. “Sorry about that, babe. I had to get away from those girls or who knows what could have happened!”
“You - you’re Harry Styles.” Is all you can manage to say in response. Harry smiles slightly at you. “Yeah I am. Do I need to run away from you too?”
You snap out of your starstruck trance, feeling a little annoyed again. “Maybe. I mean, you did force yourself into a two foot wide phone booth with me.”
Harry blushes. “Right. Sorry. I’ll be leaving now. Sorry.” He mumbles, turning around and pushing on the door. It doesn’t budge. Harry tries again, and you can tell by the bulging muscles through his black t-shirt that he’s pushing with all his strength now. The door still doesn’t move an inch. “Shit.” Harry curses, turning to look at you. “Yeah, uh…the door’s…stuck.”
“What?!” You shriek. “It can’t be!” You squeeze around Harry so that you’re near the door. You begin pushing on it too, although your petite frame doesn’t do much more than what Harry was able to do. “No no NO!” You exclaim, pounding your fist on the glass with each “no.”
You sigh, resting your forehead on the glass as you close your eyes in defeat.
“Did I mention that I was sorry?” Harry pipes up. “Cause, I am. Really really sorry.”
You slowly turn to face him. “I am stuck…in a phone booth…in a strange city…with a strange man…”
“Technically, I’m not that strange.” Harry offers, and you raise an eyebrow. “I mean, you know me. Kind of.” Harry says quickly.
“I can’t believe this.” You groan, leaning back against the wall. You look at Harry. “Do you have a cell phone?”
“Yeah!” Harry exclaims, reaching in his pockets. He pats all of his jeans pockets. “Oh, erm…no. I must have dropped it when I was running from those girls.”
“Well do you have some change?”
“Um, no.”
“Great.” You groan.
“I’m really sorry.” Harry says again.
“You keep saying that.”
“Well I am. I mean, I’m sorry that I’m the reason that you’re stuck in here.” Harry pauses. “But, I’m not really sorry that we’re stuck in here together.”
“What?” You ask, looking at him in confusion.
“Well I mean, sure, this sucks. But, I’m glad it’s not just me stuck in here, or not just you.” Harry looks down at his feet. “I’d panic more if I was by myself. Besides,” He says, looking back up at you. “You’re really pretty.”
You blush, suddenly very aware that you can feel the cool skin of Harry’s arm against yours in the tiny space. “Are you really hitting on me inside a phone booth?” You mumble. Harry laughs. “Not hitting on you. Just stating a fact. Trying to make conversation. We could be in here a while before someone comes by to help us.”
You sigh, but nod. “I’m Camilla, by the way. Millie, actually. People call me Millie.”
Harry smiles and holds out his hand for you to shake. “Nice to meet you Millie. I wish it was under different circumstances, but oh well. Hey, maybe I could make it up to you by taking you out to get something to eat. You know, after we get out of here.”
You laugh. “I’ll tell you what. If we aren’t in here so long that I want to kill you, I’ll take you up on that offer.”
“Deal.” Harry grins. “It’s a date.”
You smile at him in return. Maybe getting stuck in the phone booth with Harry wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“You know, if we get bored in here, we could always snog a bit.” Harry says somewhat shyly, but his cheeky grin says otherwise. You giggle. “Alright there buddy. I’m not that easy. We have to be in here for at least an hour first.”
“Alright.” Harry shrugs, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “I can wait.”
You smile, but as you look at him, you realize that even though you just met the guy, you’re not so sure if you can wait!

  • Blake: So what's with you today? Is this about phone booth girl?
  • Reid: She wants to meet.
  • Blake: Wait. You guys have never met? Aren't you curious what she looks like?
  • Reid: It doesn't matter what she looks like. She's already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. It's just....what if she doesn't like me?
  • Blake: Why wouldn't she like you?
  • Reid: Because I'm weird. I slouch. My hair's too long. My tie's perpetually crooked. I just wouldn't want to ruin something so special over something so trivial as looks.