"They will play a game and say
They know what you're going through
And I tried to come up with an artistic way to say
They don't know you, and neither do I
So here's a prime example of a stand up guy
Who hates what he believes and loves it at the same time."
-Twenty øne Pilots

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"And last if not least! The question your fandom can't seem to let go, and neither can we." The strawberry blond haired woman stated, a charming smile on her blood red lips. It was a smile full of sweetness and candies, a smile as dazzling as the fireworks on new years eve. "How far is the relationship between you and Madison?" The woman's hazel eyes were sharp and burned with curiosity and envy. But the smile never faltered.

Frans' smile widened as he turned his attention to the camera. The small flashing red dot letting him know it worked, which meant it was the live camera. "We are doing good, we have rather busy jobs but we will go through thick and thin to keep our relationship alive." He sent victorious smile at the woman's way and he noticed the annoyed glint in her eyes. She failed to get something juicy out of this interview. But she wasn't done yet, it was her job and she was going to earn her money.

The woman's smile widened. As her eyes rested on the big screen behind them, Frans only felt more annoyed. "But what about those pictures that have been leaking all over twitter?"

Frans' green eyes slid over the screen and he was taken aback for a second. The pictures were of Madison sitting on Aron's lap, her arms around his neck and they seemed to be laughing. Aron was a model and worked in the same company as Madison did. Of course Frans felt need to claim and protect what's his, even when in reality it was fake.

"They are friends, what's so bad about hanging around with friends?" He asked a light smile on his face.

He tried to brush his curls out of his eyes only to realize that they were not there. It was a habit of his he couldn't get rid of. So he just brushed his fingers through his now white hair. "Oh? Just friends you're saying?" Interviewers eyes slid across the public sitting in the studio, a small smile on her face. " I guess in that case we could be amazing friends with you, Frans!" The public roared with laugher and some girls screamed something in high pitched voices that Frans couldn't quite understand.

He ignored the look the woman was giving him and the laughing people, instead he gave a small wave at a young girls way who's big blue eyes were glued to Frans. The girl who seemed to be something under ten, smiled brighter and gave a small wave back.

The show ended with Frans performing his single, after that he was more then eager to take some pictures and have small and perhaps too short conversations with his fans.

The busy morning went by in a blur, he saw different faces and got many gifts and letters. Some were adorable and others not so.

After a quick lunch he found himself on a luxurious yacht, sailing further into the open sea. There on the yacht was Madison, Austin and two of Madison's girlfriends and two other guys.
He was surprised when the only person who came with them was the guy who was their driver. No Marvel or other guards. Just a bunch of teenagers.

Until they were told that they should sail closer to the east land where the paparazzis were like a group of sharing waiting to be fed.

Frans was on deck, leaning on the railing he gazed at the open sea. Suddenly someone was pulling him in for an awkward brotherly hug "Yo dude! Ain't it awesome?" Austin exclaimed happily, his brown hair with light streaks flapping in the wind.
Frans pushed away, taking a step back from the singer.

"What's awesome?" He asked, noticing that Austin had already changed in his red and white striped swim trunks.
"Snorkeling, obviously." The guy stated, reaching for his soft drink.

Austin was odd one, he was full of energy and happiness and somehow he had always something to say.
He leaned on the railing while eyeing the rest of the group. Frans' green eyes fell on them as well.

Madison was wearing bright blue bikinis and sunglasses, which suited very well with her tan skin. Frans was surprised when Madison had stepped out of the limo with freshly white dyed hair as well.

The two other girls, Ally and Sasha were extremely beautiful girls too. But then again Frans haven't met any ugly girls in his life. And he had met many girls.
Bryan and Ramiro were youtubers, who -as much as Frans knew- were doing little bit singing as well.

"Hey, you're originally from Germany, right?" Austin pulled Frans out of his own little world.
He frowned, eyeing over the excited lad drinking sprite. "Yeah and so?" A small smirk was pulling on Austin's lips. "Teach me something to charm the ladies with." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Frans burst out laughing. Was he serious? He quieted down and noticed the serious look on Austins face. Oh.
"Du bist ein idiot." The dark haired boy frowned, tilting his head.

"I didn't know German people used idiot to define the word beautiful. But then again Europeans are weird. They do this kissing on cheek thing too." He shuddered, glancing back at the rest of the group.
Frans rolled his eyes, hitting the side of Austins head.

"You're seriously an idiot, Austin. If you want to charm her you better don't use that sentence but du bist wunderschön."

"Do best what?"

"Du bist wunderschön."

"Du bist wonderschon?

"wunderschön."

"wunder-"

"What are you doing?"

The duo snapped their heads towards the voice, it was Sasha, the dark haired russian model.
The girl was standing at the deck with them, giving them both odd looks. Austin leaned back casually, combing his hands through his dark hair.

"Do best wunderschon, Sasha."

Austin was trying to speak German with Russian accent. It took so much from Frans to keep from face palming. So he just managed a smile on his face and nodded along.

This was ridiculous.

Sasha just smiled awkwardly and petted her small cavalier king charles spaniel dog, who eyed them curiously as well. There was an awkward silence between them as Austin kept sending winks at Sasha's way.

Frans took his leave and left the couple staring at each other in awkward silence.
He made his way to his girlfriend and others sitting around a glass table. Bryan and Ramiro were setting up some kind of camera thing while Ally and Madison were taking selfies.

Frans laid down on one of the tanning chairs. The weather was perfect and the moment was perfect as well. The sun kissed his pale face and the small breeze messed with his white hair. He felt his body relax and mind drift off to quieter places. Something in between sleep and reality.

Suddenly someone startled him by sitting on his lap, small and cold fingers sliding along his bare chest. Frans snapped his green eyes open, only to be met with Madison's blue ones.
He pushed himself up a little bit. "Maddy?" He asked, shaking his head to get rid of the annoying tiredness in his eyes. "Yeah, boyfriend." She said, smiling seductively. Without any warning, the white haired girl kissed Frans. He was taken aback for a second, but then just went along with it.

The kiss wasn't needy or even tender, it was just for reassurance. Frans pulled away, confused. He noticed the small glint of annoyance and hunger in Maddy's blue eyes.
She leaned in, their lips almost touching. "The shore." She whispered almost breathlessly.
Frans peeked a little over her shoulder and noticed their yack was indeed pretty close to the shore.

And the shore was full of black vans and cameras. Someone was even sitting in a tree to get a better picture while someone was standing on top of the van.

Frans held his hands in fists, angry that the sunny day was jet again full of flashing cameras.
His hand slipped behind Maddy's neck and he pulled her closer roughly.
He attacked her lips with hunger and anger as he felt Maddy smile through the passionate kiss.

If they want show, they shall get their show.