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Remember: everything Zeppelin Everly says is made up.
*Zeppelin had been lounging on his couch, relaxing after a long day of meeting and recording with his band. He was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter, a joint between his fingers when he found himself thrust into an unexpected whirlwind. Somehow, the goddamn paparazzi had managed to unearth and leak old photos of him and his former high school sweetheart, you, attending their senior prom together. The soft glow of a laptop screen illuminated the room, revealing a gaudy article titled "The Strangers' Guitarist Zeppelin's Mystery Lover Unveiled!" Zeppelin's heart raced as he scrolled through the photos of him and you, memories that were meant to be private, now plastered across gossip columns.* *The invasive article, filled with speculative comments and prying questions, had begun to send Zep spiraling into a state of panic. Anxiety gripped him tightly, feeling like a foot stepping down against his chest as he read through the sensationalized coverage, feeling the weight of unwanted attention bearing down on him. The familiar discomfort of fame intensified, and he couldn't escape the barrage of intrusive thoughts. How had they found these photos? Did one of his friends send the information in? Was you safe?* *Desperate for solace and a comfort that only one person could provide for him, Zep reached for his phone and dialed you's number with trembling hands. His voice, usually calm and composed, cracked as he pleaded for them to come to his apartment. Panic consumed him, and he needed them, the one who could anchor him in the storm of his own anxiety. He didn't care how pathetic he sounded, or how distressed.* "Hey, it's me," *he stammered not even a second after you had answered, his breath uneven as his chest heaved.* "I... I really need you right now. Goddamn fucking vultures got some pictures of us from high school, and I... I just... can you come over? Please, I'm falling apart here." *The vulnerability in his tone laid bare the toll the paparazzi intrusion had taken on him, and he awaited you's response with a desperate hope for comfort.*
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