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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] Andrea Melendez had officially been in Seattle for three days. Monday and Tuesday had been purely reference-based work. Personally, this was Andrea's first on-location set outside of California. So far she was having a blast. Washington was breath-taking with its beauty, and the Starbucks was by far the best she'd ever had in its good, old origin. Of course, her paradise away from home wasn't dashed with impurities. There was one person in particular that she had on her radar at all times: Tavin. Although Andrea insisted separate tours might be a better idea, the director insisted on having her tour the set with Tavin in tow. After the move he pulled at Dom's performance, she was a little more than annoyed with him. Then again, who wasn't she in some miniscule war with at this point? She hadn't spoken to Schuyler since Saturday, either. The image of her best friend sleeping with her father burned a terrible image in her mind, one she couldn't shake.

Now that Wednesday had rolled around, Andrea was scheduled to be at the set bright and early. The producers had decided to book the same hotel for everyone, so Andrea ate early and headed out in order to avoid the crowd. A bodyguard wasn't necessary at that day and age. No one knew Drea because she currently had nothing out to be known for. The Choice was supposed to be a huge role for her. Alongside talents such as Dallas Grady and yes, Tavin J. Fox, the film was no doubt a film for a wide variety of ages. Fans knew Dallas from the Pirates of the Carribean series, Edward Scissorhands, and so many more. Horny fangirls probably had Pop! Magazine posters plastered on their walls of Tavin. Meanwhile, the only indication Andrea had of her rising career was a few publicized, humiliating heartbreaks. She was honestly disappointed in the way her fame was forming, so she worked that much harder on sets to prove that she was a valuable asset to her projects.

Punctuality was one such practice she preached to please the top dogs. She arrived on-location at seven-fifteen that morning. Filming began at eight according to the rough itinerary someone had so kindly typed for all of the cast. Andrea filled her time with running her lines in a mirror. The film wasn't being filmed chronologically. Bits and pieces of the scripts were chosen based on importance. Today, her character, Amy Torres, was supposed to break the news about Yale to her boyfriend, Hunter. She sucked in a deep breath at 7:55 that morning and made her way to the center of the action. Crew members were bustling to pitch the lights correctly. To describe the scene in a nutshell, Amy had not yet learned of her acceptance into Yale. She and Tavin were supposed to play the scene speaking of the future of their characters before school. Andrea so obediently took her place sitting on the cool cement of the steps. Tavin, according to the director's orders, was supposed to sit close to her, their hands interlocked between them. Very coupley. Taking a scripted glance at Hunter, Amy addressed her group of friends. "I've decided we need to do something huge for our senior year," she announced, acting proud.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 767 OUTFIT HERE TAGGED TRUE LOVE <3 It had been a long night for Tavin J Fox, he'd been thinking about all the things he'd done over the past month that he'd change. He honestly wanted to say that meeting Andrea Melendez before filming had obviously been a mistake, no nineteen year old needed that kind of distraction in the work place, especially now that they were co staring in a film called the Choice. He'd done everything possible to sabotage the success of their film. He'd flirted with her, kissed her, and ended up sleeping with her. If that wasn't bad enough, he'd managed to take her virginity without even knowing it, her innocence thrown out the window without a pause or awkwardness. Then there was the pregnancy scare and his non-stop calls and the stunt he'd pulled out of frustration and want at his man's show, the Saturday before. Truth be told, the only thing he hadn't done was confess to falling for a girl that wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Ouch, the thought even stung. His heart was covered in painful stings from the wasp that Andrea had turned out to be. Was it the way she denied him that made him want her even more, or was it the fact that he wanted to show her the best sides of him, which obviously wasn't working in his favor. His swag was on the rocks and he felt the rips and tears in his confidence. Even flirting with his female fans as he left out the hotel that morning, signing autographs and taking pictures with them, proved to be a struggle. One of his old favorite things about his fame and success. He acted like nothing was bothering him, but his insides were a mess, in the Limo on the way to the set, he took deep breaths, his heart racing. He was about to act like he cared about a girl that was breaking his heart. Upon arriving on set, the place was chaos, first day of shots were always that way, everyone was still working on getting to know each other and other people's work habits, he checked his watch, it was around 6:30 and he walked to his trailer, his name on the door in golden letters, and he smiled as he opened the door, his manager had made arrangements for breakfast in the trailer before shots, like always, a bowl of random fresh fruit and hot oatmeal and all the add ins like sugar and milk, with his vitamins for the day laying on the counter next to his orange juice. He smiled and acted like any other day on set, and practiced lines once he was finished consuming. It was almost seven thirty and he ran into the back to brush his teeth and enter hair and make up. It was nice having a normal feel for the movie, that meant less time in the make up department and more time in front of the cameras. Once everything was set, he found the set where everyone was positioned to start filming, Andrea was already there and her face was heavy, like she was mentally preparing on how she was going to deal with him being there, just like he was doing. He started his swag walk, sitting next to her where the director instructed him to, avoiding eye contact. He hadn't attempted to contact the brunette since their last meeting, where he rushed out in heist. When the scene was set up, they were instructed to hold hands, and he held his hand out for her to take, unlike in the hallway, she took it, her fingers lacing in his, giving him chills, as he looked at her, really looked at her for the first time that morning, and felt his breath catch in his chest, butterflies swarm like mad fire. She looked at him, as scripted, and he kept reminding himself that it wasn't her that was looking at Tavin, but Amy looking at Hunter. Damned his luck. She was in character and he straightened to catch onto his. He loved this girl, and continued to stare at her as she spoke, the others cast as their friends chirped in like whats and he followed the script to the tee by staying silent. His heart hurt and this certainly was not helping. Just when his line came up, he wiped away all of his inter battles and he became the Hunter that he needed to be. "Like what," he asked her, giving her hand a little squeeze, and tilting his head back lightly. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] The Choice technically wasn't the first film she had been cast alongside Tavin in. One Step Too Far also featured the teenage heart throb. Andrea just so happened to finish her segments the week before Tavin had come to film his scenes. A case of rotten luck or a fortuitous coincidence, Miss Melendez couldn't decide. Their introduction had obviously happened so late in nature for a reason. Their paths were predestined, and Andrea wasn't colorful enough to derail from the set standard. Ergo, here she was, on the set of their movie, conducting herself like a six year old deprived of her sugary lollipop. What had implanted itself in her brain and encouraged her to act so poorly, she wondered. If Anna knew about the choices she'd been living with for the past few weeks, she'd be absolutely appalled. Andrea decided then and there that she'd reconsider her priorities, if not for herself, then for Anna and Richard.

Truthfully, Tavin drove her up the wall, and he didn't have to do much more than smile his charming, boyish smile to trigger her neurotic crazes. Josh. Tavin. Josh. Tavin. Danny. Tavin. Tavin. Tavin. Josh. Her brain was constantly shuffling the three names into various permutations she couldn't clue into. One moment her thoughts might be directed towards thoughts worth contemplating. Take her job or Christmas shopping, for example. The next five moments were then dedicated to deeper contemplation about the men infecting her social life. At this point, she had enough of boy crazy obsessions. Andrea Melendez was the type of girl who'd scowl at the very mention of Tavin's name in high school. Celebrity crushes had always come off as pointless and annoying to her during her school years. Now she was the biggest hypocrite of them all, falling head over heels for gorgeous actor after talented cinematographer after charming actor. She seriously needed to invest in a healthier hobby.

"Like what?" Noelle, Malo, and Tavin eventually chirped. Andrea was already battling Amy as a character. Sticking to character with Tavin's warm hands encompassing her own was extremely distracting. "Something... memorable," Amy replied in a dreamy voice. Tavin-- No, Hunter-- applied pressure to her hand. Once more, her brain fumbled and she was forced to recover in an appropriate amount of time. Directors absolutely loathed ruining a perfect shot for the sake of an air-headed actress. Besides, Andrea's reputation really couldn't afford to be cluttered with poor work ethic. She'd barely just stepped into the world of acting! Her head was only a mistake away from being served on a silver platter. Focus, Andrea! she screamed inwardly. Amy giggled. "I mean, this is our senior year," she pointed out. "I don't know about Spencer, but for most of us, this is our only senior year. I want to make it count." Amy grinned at Malo from her perch on the steps. "Hey!" his scripted words rang. His character, Spencer, was Hunter's best friend, and Andrea couldn't help but look to portray Amy's relationship with him as playful and light.

Part of her decision had been directly derived by her true relationship with Malo. He was much like a brother to her. Any man she didn't hold romantic interest for seemed to fit into a brotherly slot. Andrea honestly didn't mind the separate categories, but her simplistic method of sorting the people in her life was suddenly blinding. In the movie's plotline, Amy's hopes and dreams of attending Yale as an environmental scientist were ruined when she never heard back from them. As a result, she ends up convincing her crew to host the party of the year. Unfortunately, her restrictive father figures out about her uncharacteristic behavior and lectures her about her very un-Yale-like conduct. Then and there, she realizes that Yale had actually accepted her. Andrea's thoughts were outrunning her, though. "We... should have a party!" she exclaimed. Andrea waited for the surprised responses of Amy's crew. It was funny how much she could relate to her character in terms of obedience.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 767 OUTFIT HERE TAGGED TRUE LOVE <3 Of all the movies he'd been in, this had been the movie that seemed the most in his own mind set, an easy pick. His agent had set it to him immediately upon receiving it, and Tavin had been the second to be cast after Andrea, as the two leads normally did. It was hard to say that he felt the script was easy now, with his hands cushioned with a siren, her eyes pulling him in and making silent promises while her voice told him to back off. Talk about mixed messages messed up in translation. If he'd been smart he'd have suggested that he dropped out of the movie all together after he'd ran into Andrea and felt the need to hit on her. He truthfully had no one else to blame but himself. his own hormones had caused this disaster and his heart was attacking the rest of him now. how could any professional think to be so foolish? Guess that was part of growing up, realizing where the mistake had been and accepting it as a lose cause. There was no point in fixing it, he just had to carry on like nothing happened. If they were both set to do the movie for whatever personal reasons, they wouldn't let their past cause trouble in the future for them, who knew by the end of the movie, they could have worked it out. Her character, Amy was setting up the wild side of Amy, where the girls dream was on a rocky slope and the fear of losing it caused her to downward spiral into a life style that is uncharacteristic of the dreamer that once was. A whistle escaped his lips, after her dream like voice, and her eyes lite up, even as an actor to another, the girl had skills. He'd never seen her act in person, sure they'd been in a movie together and he'd seen her at the premiere briefly and had even seen her on the big screen, but it was different seeing and experiencing it first hand. In character, Tavin gave 'Spencer' a bump, it was weird to think that a true life friend was playing the part of a best friend, "Might as well live it up while we can." Hunter added to his girlfriends plead for a booming senior year. He's arm had the urge to rip his hand out of her grasp, how had this happened, gone from so great to a complete disaster? His blocked his mind of thinking about the look on her face as she did everything but slapped him in the face, she'd denied him in every which way, and he was finally out of gas, he was tired of trying. He knew as much as he wanted to keep going, his body couldnt take it anymore. The look of shock on his face as he was finally able to get his hand out of her grasp, "What, babe are you sure?" he asked her concern filling his voice, as he struggled to stay in character. He was winning but for how long? The word babe burnt the tip of his tongue and he felt like if it were going numb, losing its feeling, "Its just that its.." he started, the script said that she'd interrupt him, and on cue there she was, popping in her lines. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] Despite the flow of their character's dialogue, Andrea wasn't entirely certain how much longer she could uphold the act. Her realization was dangerous considering day one had only just begun. They still had three more months of ruthless filming to complete. Either she recollected her thoughts now and got with the program or found herself replaced. She truly couldn't afford the latter, and Andrea could only imagine Carina's rage if such circumstances became a reality. She'd be beyond displeased, and even worse, Andrea would have shamed her parents in the process. If not Carina, the two people who had made her existence a possibility motivated her to look Tavin straight in his caramel orbs and recite the script accurately.

A natural hint of a smile approached Andrea's features and Tavin interjected Hunter's line of encouragement. The way he spoke reflected the Hunter Andrea (or Amy?) had engraved in her mind. She'd always made a compatible team with Tavin whether she wanted to admit so or not. "That's the spirit!" Amy giggled, giving Spencer and Taylor an expectant look. Eventually, they too agreed with her reasoning. Taylor had been less enthusiastic than Spencer, but that was expected from their characters. Noelle was naturally more innocent than Malo, too. Whoever cast the movie had been spot-on with their decisions. If casting directors could recieve Grammy's, Andrea would probably nominate The Choice's a hundred times over. Someone not-Tavin probably would have appealed to Drea's professional compass, but she knew that no one could possibly play him any better.

Suddenly, Tavin jerked his hand from hers. Was that scripted? Andrea stared at her empty hand quizzically. "What, babe, are you sure?" Andrea's eyes traveled to Tavin's once again, quietly questioning him. She was able to trudge along as best as she could, though how was completely beyond her. The gears in her mind were slowly jamming. Imaginary smoke wafted from her ears as she tried to contain the devastating fire blazing through her mind's processes. "It's just that it's..." Amy shook her head, momentarily on track. "It'd be fun," she told Hunter conclusively. Amy nodded boldly, reaffirming her previous statement. Afterwards, the slate had been wiped completely blank. A moment passed, followed by a few more. Finally, "Cut!" filled the air, and Andrea smiled apologetically at the director. "What was the line?" she asked.

A couple people rushed to her side with the typed script. Andrea read through her lines and burned them into her memory. Her cheeks were blazing with embarrassment. Only a few minutes into filming and already reeling to remember her lines was far from auspicious. In fact, her mistake resembled a tragedy! Andrea set the scene again and ran through the lines that they previously covered without fail. Once Hunter pulled his hand away and called her "babe" again, she did not stall. Instead, she continued on with the same confidence previous employers knew her to possess. "I know this sounds crazy because I'm just that nerdy goody-two-shoes, but I think it'll be a lot of fun," she pleaded, giving Hunter a pleading look. "I can't do it alone, though. So what do you guys say? Are you in?" Andrea took Tavin's hand, unscripted, and gave him a convincing look until she rounded on Malo and Noelle with the same desperation.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 767 OUTFIT HERE TAGGED TRUE LOVE <3 Hunter was to Amy that Tavin had hoped to be with Andrea, but with that falling through, he'd accepted the realization that the one girl that could peek his attention and keep it would be unable to return the same said feelings. It would have been a pleasure to quirk the girl who shamelessly curb checked him, three months ago, but today, he sat a changing man, the youth piling away like layers of an onion. Each layer a stronger, more mature side. The thinner, kid like behaviors like cheating and playing mind games being ripped away one after another. Moving out of his parent's house had been the first step and the silence that had fallen between him and his mother had been the second, and probably the hardest, though he longed for her comfort, he desired the space to grow into himself. He was making his own living, and denying the funds from his paps, for the first time in his life, he felt strong and independent. More and more he was hearing Tavin J Fox, without his name being paired with his old man. Out of dear respect, he loved the man, he'd always be part of him and his process, but due to his illness, his fathering had been limited and the gap in his memories were too great. He was tired of the shadow, he wanted to have a shadow of his own, standing tall and proud. The line completely slipped through, Andrea's lips, her eyes stunned, had she not expected him to pull his hand out of hers the first moment the script had allowed him to? He wondered, she apologized and lines and scripts ran to her aid, he turned to Malo, his eyes dark, returning his own. True, they had a lot of good times between the pair, but he had for one never brought up girls, wasn't in his character. Besides, with Malo's dreams coming true with a girl of his own, who really wanted to bring a guy down with problems? Keeping his eyes on everyone except for Andrea, he knew what was coming, what the script said. He knew that they were both thinking about it and each line delivered brought them closer and closer to it, he let his head fall his hands, careful not to smudge his make up or hair. Once the lines were rolling again, the film was running, he brought his character back and still managed to slip his hand out of her grasp, this time she hadn't been surprised and the lines were delivered perfectly without skipping a beat. "It's not that." he replied, his eyes serious, dancing between the pair of hers, he struggled to keep his focus and he feared he was about to break out into a full on sweat. "Just never wanted to use YOLO as an excuse to have fun." he smiled, flawless, and carefree. It was a Tavin J Fox famous smile, the one that got girls to scream and even brought others to tears. Her pleading, so cute, whether as Hunter or Tavin, he would have said yes, but the inner battle continued. He wasn't going to let Hunter's feelings for Amy get int he way of his own struggles with Andrea, not today and not in the three months that passed. "don't gotta ask me twice." he replied, in character, his hand attracted hers like a magnet, that certainly wasn't scripted, he looked at her, his eyes glowing, "anything to make you happy." he answered, as Hunter, he pulled his sunglasses over his eyes, "We gonna do it big this year." he announced to the group of friends. After celebration and carefully scripted key words, the group stood up, the school bell ringing in the distance, and the others began to walk off set, and Hunter pulled their intertwined hands, "Wait." he pleaded, pas he pulled her body into him, he let go of her hand, as soon as her body hit his and brought his hands to her face, cupping it in his palms, pulling her eyes to his. "You sure this is what you want?" Hunter asked, concern lining his steady voice. Tavin felt himself going back to what happened in the hallway, and let go of her, and walked off set, yelling cut, as he walked off camera. "Give me five." he told the director, his hand covering his heavy beating heart. It wasn't even a week since he'd behaved in the same manor with her putting her foot down and demanding more out of him, now the script called for such actions and for them to be okay with it, he struggled to keep his cool and shit had hit the fan. After a careful moment in peace, he returned, with all the other actors and professionals looking confused, "Bathroom," he replied, awkwardly. Returning to his place, they started from the first line and replayed the whole scene without missing a single line, and mirrored her perfect in character professionalism, word for word. Once they got to the exact part that he'd left off, his eyes dancing into hers, "I just love you, so much." he said biting the words sharply, but perfectly despite the road construction his stomach was going through. "I don't want you to get hurt." he pleaded. Hunter, was turning out to be the hardest part he'd ever played. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] Andrea knew asking for perfect scenes was pushing her luck. She'd prefer a painless route to success, but working with challenges was included in the job description. She'd come into contact with some major divas along the way. All she could pray for was the strength to be the better person and delicious meals on set to eat away her anger. Food was a universal solution. Gooey chocolate brownies washed away all of her disdain towards her co-workers, and pizza never went wrong when hunger in general was concerned. Later on, she'd scope out the snacks table to dilute her nerves. Their silly scene on the steps was one of the day's focal points. Andrea guessed they'd run through the scene at least ten times before the director was completely satisfied with their work. Not even simplistic stutters were tolerated, and all four of the main characters were equally responsible for restarting their work from the top. Drea felt more confident knowing she wasn't the only one slipping through her lines.

Each loop, the scene progressed further into the grand finale. After her spiel about rebelling for once in her life, Hunter instantly sprang to life. Amy responded with quiet interest. YOLO or not, Andrea knew her character had a lot to explain once her "parents" caught her disobeying their house rules. Nevertheless, she absolutely adored the use of modern slang in the movie. Whenever someone said "YOLO" she usually giggled. The word was incredibly overused and overrated. Amy brushed away his words with a grin and a nod, turning on her other friends for their verdict. Taylor, of course, was hesitant. She knew better than anyone how strict Brian Torres was. Played by Dallas Grady, the casting director sure did know how to choose someone worthy of an intimidating role. Andrea flushed when she realized what she'd done out of character, and Tavin's next line induced her heart to flicker. Darn Tavin, she thought, holding his gaze for a moment too long.

"Cut!" Honestly, she needed to stop doing that.

Once again, Andrea, Hunter, Malo, and Noelle spit out their lines up to that point. Amy kept the unscripted hand movement, and Andrea made certain to add just the right amount of time in between her lines. As Hunter pulled on his sunglasses, Amy grinned at her friends. The school bell soon followed. "Wait!" Hunter pleaded, pulling Amy into him. Andrea looked at Tavin, serious and momentarily dazed by his request. Luckily, the director didn't seem to notice. "You sure this is what you want?" he asked. Talk about Deja vu. Andrea searched his face for a single moment before nodding. Little did she know that was her cue to kiss him. Andrea swallowed the lump in her throat, slowly leaning forward. Tavin broke away, yelled cut, and sped off the set. A saddened frown darkened her features. She knew then that she and Tavin needed to talk.

For the sake of her career, Andrea knew she'd have to rise above her own struggles to properly portray Amy's relationship with Hunter. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that her chemistry with Tavin could be amazing if only they could move passed their previous encounters. At least on set. While he gallivanted straight to his trailer, Andrea took a seat on her folding black chair. The director took the time to advise her about Amy's character. When Tavin returned, she felt prepared to tackle the scene at hand. They were simply starting after the school bell. That was a check-point. Tavin soon returned with the bathroom being his excuse, but Andrea was skeptical. She didn't often doubt the word of others; however, Tavin skipping out right before an intimate scene definitely came off as fishy. Regardless, Andrea took her place for the scene and moved through her lines as soon as the director yelled, "Action!"

"I just love you so much," Tavin, no, Hunter cooed. Andrea blinked away her heart's malfunctions again, silently cursing Tavin's deep brown eyes. Why couldn't he do these scenes with a paper bag on his head? "I don't want you to get hurt." Amy smiled, her arms around Hunter's neck. There wasn't a witty line to banter with him with. There wasn't even a cheesy line to follow up Hunter's confession. Just, "Now kiss!" Everything Andrea had worked for instantly melted as soon as her lips met Tavin's once again. By no means was the kiss deep and passionate, but that's exactly what she was attracted to. It reminded her of their first kiss, so uncertain yet undeniably electric. "You're in charge of getting the word out," she announced, smiling brighter than before. Andrea couldn't shake the kiss from her mind. Of all the thoughts whirring through her mind, the annoying little voice pointing out just how electric she and Tavin were scared her the most.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 730. GOD MODE A LITTLE, SORRY! Being so close to Andrea was killing him, he was heart broken and torn intro shreds of pathetic babble. So useless he couldn't even back out of the movie that he'd been looking forward to for a month, now felt like a jail sentence, spending so much time with the person that was causing him describable pain. He came back from his walk, he'd walked around the whole set of trailers, spitting choice words, calling himself an idiot, and demanding him to get his head straight. He didn't need her to be the hero and him the bad guy in the situation and at the moment he was making it very hard for the cast to like him. They would have to run the scene several times and adding one more to the pile wasn't going to make their lives any easier. Returning with his head less cloudy, he'd focused on try to put aside everything that seemed confusing and think of how his father would have handled the situation, but realized his father wouldn't have got caught up in the net in the first place, co workers were off limits. With his sunglasses on his face, he told her he loved her, he told her like he would be confessing it himself and he realized he was, he did love her, and that was what made it hurt the most, she, Drea, didn't feel the same. He used the glasses to shield himself from her eyes, Medusa was not going to turn him to stone, not today anyway. From the script, he knew what was coming and he braced his heavy heart for the worst, maybe she'd back out, but she didn't. Her lips came to his, and he kissed her back, lightly and as softly as rose peddles, brushing over her smooth silky peach lips, he rested his cheek against hers for a second after their kiss, an unscripted gesture, but the director hadn't called cut, so he went with it as he settled his quick beating heart. Allowing her to pull back, she delivered her lines, a certain sparkle in her eyes that weren't there before, as she bounced like she was walking on clouds, "Expect everyone to be there." Hunter told his beloved. "CUT!" the directer yelled and crew members flew everywhere, they spoke to Drea and Tavin, telling them they liked the chemistry that the two of them had, but they needed to act more lose, they were like two stone statues trying to confess their love, and Tavin nodded, and they continued to shoot the scene over and over again, running their lines, each time telling Drea he loved her seemed less painful, and even began to fill familiar, their lip brushed lightly each time, the last time, he wrapped his arm lightly around her, her closer, deepening their kiss. He was more confused than ever when their lips parted the last time for today, the sun was beginning to be out of range for the scene, the early morning light creeping out of use. This time, he didn't rest his warm cheek against her skin, but pulled her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, "Consider it done done." he said softly, "Anything for you," he told her, the line a version of improv. He smiled lightly, "See you at lunch." he cooed, before he let her go, and he smiled as she waved back at him. "CUT!" Again, like so many times before, the cast ran to their sides, this time the happy smiles were welcomed, "That was fantastic, I think we got it that time." they told the cast. and he couldn't help but be glad, the beating he'd taken to the chest was more than he could bear for one day, they'd done a kissing scene on their first day, and he hadn't been mentally prepared enough for it. He nodded, and thanked the crew before heading in the direction of his trailer, his slow movements, not fast enough, as he heard his name being called behind him, he turned, immediately wishing he hadn't. The day wasn't yet done, "What, Andrea?" he asked her when she'd caught up with him, he'd just spent the last forty minutes confessing his love to her and kissing her over and over again, he wasn't sure he could handle much more. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] Their final scene for the morning relinquished muddled thoughts. Kissing anyone other than Josh didn't settle well with her regardless of the circumstances. The "who" on the receiving end of the kiss only intensified her guilt. Andrea pretended to ignore Josh's paranoia about Tavin, but he'd never been a great actor. His feet walked the path of the cinematographer like the great Oscar Finley, a cameraman prodigy. Every time Andrea accidentally dropped Tavin's name, Joshua noticeably became frigid. Andrea normally avoided topics that vaguely related to the boy reciting lines opposite of her in order to avoid throwing punches at Josh's ego. There were times when conversations about Tavin weren't on her head, however. Andrea always thought Josh's infrequent tendencies to ask about Tavin randomly was odd, but she never questioned his motives. Whenever she anticipated the question, Andrea had no problem answering her boyfriend in a calm and collected manner. Out of the blue sneak attacks tripped her up more than she was comfortable admitting. Often, she'd stumble over her words until a mere shrug was the only answer she could manage to say in return.

At the moment, the same helplessness was beginning to wash over Andrea's mind. Like a cloud, the unease hovered just above her consciousness in clusters. Some patches were easier to peer through as the meaningless fluff circulated through her mind. Other points were more difficult to brush away, and blanking out on her lines was the embarrassing side effect. Each kiss after the first thickened the matter cluttering her thoughts. Her memories recalled Tavin's kisses as hungry and unsatisfiable. His kisses now lacked the confidence she'd grown to love about Tavin's overall character. His swag appeared to be missing, as he and Aalina so often dubbed his personality. Honestly, she'd be a liar if she described their kisses as anticlimactic. The lines beforehand built enough hype to guide her through the script, but no amount could trump the ecstasy rushing through her veins the milliseconds before her lips met Tavin's. The same adrenaline was present before every kiss, never wavering in terms of strength.

"Expect everyone to be there," Hunter replied, leading into her line that followed. When that wasn't enough, the director's sharp voice shot through one ear and out the other. Another kiss. More Lines. Unsatisfactory. Again. And again. Only their last attempt quenched the crew's thirst for perfection. Andrea noticed Tavin's use of improv right away. Somehow, his version came off as more natural and wholesome. Amy definitely agreed with Hunter's gentle tenderness, and Andrea forced herself to hold her breath as another wave of adrenaline surged through her. "Thank you so much," Andrea politely replied accordingly. She dipped her head respectfully in the direction of the director before turning to Tavin. She expected to give him a hug and grant him praise, but he was already well on his way to anywhere-but-there.

For a second, Andrea contemplated chasing after him. Her mind switched off between yes and no probably twenty times before the latter finally won a tiebreaker. "Tavin, wait!" she cried after him, speeding off in the same direction. It didn't take much more than her desperate plea to bring him to a halt. His response, however, had not been anticipated. The tone of voice he'd chosen to use reminded her of the music festival. The passionate Tavin she hadn't mean to come to care for was nowhere to be seen. "I just wanted to say good job today," she said, quiet and weak. A long pause in their dialogue encouraged Tavin to leave even though she hadn't finished her piece. Finding the right words to speak was a constant struggle around him. "I also wanted to apologize. For everything," she sighed. "Whether we like it or not, we're one hundred percent committed to this set, and I don't want to spend the entire time with this tension between us..." She reached for his hand, nurturing and sincere. "Filming with you today was... amazing, and I guess what I'm saying is... that... I don't want to pretend to hate you when we're not filming because I don't."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 730. GOD MODE A LITTLE, SORRY! The scene was over, and he spoke to a few of the crew members before making his attempt to get out of the belly of the beast. He needed some time alone before the evening shots were to be scheduled to be shot, luckily from viewing the script, there were not kissing in the scene, so once he got his stomach settled he could make it through the day without another problem, luckily. He'd only made it fifty feet at best when her voice rang above all the other noise in the air, he couldn't help be frustrated, as he waited not so patiently for her to catch up, he was being rude and insensible and he knew that. Despite how grown up he tried to pretend to be, he was still a kid at heart and his childish nature came through, he just couldn't understand why a girl like her would be wasting her time with a relationship that wasn't lasting. True, sometimes the fun outweighed the long time goals, but in this case, he felt Josh and her relationship were was cold as middle schoolers thinking holding hands was being risky. "Thanks," he finally said, his voice deep, for him. He was feeling uncomfortable as he placed his hands in his pockets, his sunglasses were back at the set, leaving them for later scenes, careful not to lose them, they hadn't been cheap ones. His bare eyes felt naked as he bore into her dark chocolate irises. Why did she have to be so perfect, he wondered as he tried his best to not let himself feel anything for her, it was too late though, of course, he nodded "What tension?" he asked as if he was clueless, like he had no idea what she was talking about, while deep down inside he knew far to well, "I'm committed to this role one hundred percent," he informed her, no questions asked. "This is my top priority," he challenged. He nodded once more, he was trying to play it off like he was being cool, but he just was at a lose of words. "You're alright too," he finally said allowing himself to give her a compliment though he felt it stung as much as any normal burn would, Deep inside, he wish he could keep anything positive about her to himself, she had made it obvious that she hadn't wanted anything to with him in the hallway, and he couldn't see why she'd want him, he'd taken away her innocence without even asking her for permission, he'd felt like an idiot, carrying the guilt along with him this whole time, it sucked more than he'd lost a chance with her because of his stupid self. If that was even the reason she'd ran to Josh. "Look, I appreciate what you are doing here, Andrea." he told her solid on his words. "I just don't know what you expect me to say." he finished. He was being unreasonable, "Just because Hunter loves Amy, doesn't mean I have to love you," he finally said. "If you want to throw away Josh, then come talk to me about how you'd wanna work it out." he said selfishly, "Until then, we are co workers that don't know each other." he said looking above her head, to the side, "That is what you wanted from me, after all, right?" putting her on the spot, he felt like an ass, she didn't deserve the way he was treating her, but somehow he wanted her to hurt the way she'd made him hurt. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] Tavin's hostility wasn't welcomed, but Andrea knew she deserved the hatred his voice dripped with every word. He'd poured his heart out to her almost a week ago, and she'd done the only thing someone in a relationship could do. She rejected him without a second thought, shut him down and watched him evade into the crowds of Dom's concert. Andrea completely understood why Tavin felt the need to block her out. She'd already wreaked enough havoc in his life, though his presence hadn't been a walk in the park, either. Men had the tendency to cop out the moment challenged sprung upon a situation. In their case, Andrea was the variable Tavin couldn't solve for, and he responded childishly by stalking off with steam rolling from his ears. That much was one hundred percent crystalline for Andrea to see. Quite frankly, she was tired of being stepped on. If Tavin wasn't willing to cooperate, she'd pester him until he crawled onto his hands and knees, begging her to recant her efforts.

He knew just as well as she did that the pent up emotions between them were thick enough to cut with a blade. His question shot an arrow through her heart knowing that he'd chosen to disregard their chemistry for the sake of protecting himself. Andrea knew she could be moderately selfish, but Tavin took the cake with his actions. She was extending an olive branch to a worthy foe. Instead of reaching a negotiation, Tavin was tearing her peace offering into miniscule shreds. He wanted nothing to do with her. A rush of deja vu hit her like a brick. The moment Tavin decided to take on a relationship and rub his leading lady in her face Andrea would overturn in the grave she dug for herself. "Tavin, look," she sighed. "I know that I hadn't given you the answers you wanted this weekend, but what did you expect me to say?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and peered at him expectantly. A short while later, he shot regifted her question with despicable disdain.

His words gouged her conscience with pins and needles. Not more than five days ago Tavin had been pleading for her affections, and now those words were nothing but regrettable phrases unworthy of the likes of her! An unfamiliar fire began gaining strength in the pit of her stomach. "I'm not asking you to love me!" she argued, releasing his hand. Her voice rose a couple octaves higher than the norm, and her face burned red with frustration. Tavin drove her up the wall sometimes. She wished their relationship hadn't become tangled so swiftly. She'd take back their day at the beach in a heartbeat. The fun-loving boy at the beach had been the boy Andrea found attractive, not this hateful being fuming in front of her. And to top everything off, Tavin went as far as accusing her of not caring for him at all. She rolled her eyes. "Do you honestly think that's true?" she asked harshly. "What you did this weekend was beyond inappropriate! If the situation would have been reversed, what would you have done? Would you have chosen me over someone you cared for and called your girlfriend?" Andrea locked her jaw, awaiting his answer, rigid.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 730. GOD MODE A LITTLE, SORRY! The way Tavin felt, was like he was a on the last round of a boxing match, his spirits were low and his now denying Drea had come with a bigger blow, watching her sad doe eyes filled with disappointed. It wasn't as fulfilling as he thought it would be. It was harder than anything, seeing those eyes welling up. He was kicking in himself for ever turning around in the first place, how was he supposed to recover from this? Pretend on set like they had never had this conversation? Put his acting abilities to the test. He needed a damn award with a ceremony included for the strengths he was putting fourth to even show up on set. The way her hair was, reflecting in the raising sun, made him feel the sparks of the feelings he was trying to forget, damned Drea and the way she was so irresistible to him. Like a little kid in a candy store, he just couldn't put on a sad face and carry out his day uninterested unless he was seriously sick and twisted. "Honestly, Andrea, this is hard enough for the both of us as it is, why make a big deal about it?" he asked her, feeling the anger in his stomach turn to annoyance, "I made a mistake, I shouldn't have done what I did, but I cant take it back, I'm trying to move on." he said softly, his eyes looking into hers, for real for the first time since she'd stopped him, meaningful, kind. The Tavin, that she had become so accustomed to, "I don't like being an ass, but what am I supposed to do?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow. He leaned back on his heels, "Honestly, I don't care who I was with, I'd have left them for you." he confessed, "You had me that wrapped up," he bit back, "I was falling for you, and I just got a door in the face." he said with a shrug, "But that's okay, someday you'll wish you'd taken a chance." he looked both ways, his eyes against the sunlight, sparkling like gold orbs, "I would have never hurt you, like the assholes." he promised, "But now the jokes on me." he said with a light chuckle, sarcastic, his whole body rattled with the pain he felt, each creek of the bone felt like a spear. He'd dated so many girls, only a few names came to memory, Kayleigh and Stevi, but none of them had made him feel quite the way she had, and what was worse, when he thought he'd found an anchor for all his affections, someone he could return to day after day and have it new like the day it started, the girl had other ideas. He couldn't help but be bitter, after he'd gone so far out of his way to be a good guy, appealing to her, good girl, girl next door vibe. He'd come off as a bad boy, and for all purposes he always was. He loved for the attention it gave him, but deep down he was as soft as the inside of a coconut, soft and sweet. He hated showing that side of himself to anyone because of what happened when he did, he was opening himself up for the break. & I'm gonna show you all of it

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[style=padding: 5px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; line-height: 100%;] The set surrounding their arguing forms spanned out in each direction infinitely. Andrea was especially aware of the different functions continuing while she and Tavin struggled to fast forward. Cameras were being dragged to their cases in order to prevent any harm that might come to the expensive equipment. Props were accounted for and placed wherever they were due. Even the leaves on the trees continued to rustle placidly. As far as she was concerned, their tiff was disrupting the natural flow, and she wished for an easy negotiation. Conflict was first and foremost Andrea's least favorite pastime. Knowing she'd hurt anyone drove her insane. No one deserved to be scarred by the likes of her. She was quieter than a mouse and gentler than snowflakes falling silently on Christmas morning. She was sorry Tavin thrust her worst side from the depths. It was a real shame.

His cooperation was requested and denied. Did Adrea truly expect Tavin to bend under her pleading will? Of course not. Maybe a little. The young girl shook her head and sighed. Tavin was right. She was complicating their situation further by digging for answers from him. There was nothing left to confess to the other, and there was even less to apologize for. A subtle rip inflicted her heart as he finished with the five words she hadn't realized she'd never wanted to hear. I'm trying to move on. Andrea's eyes met Tavin's golden eyes once again. The sun exaggerated the apparent layers in his eyes for the millionth time that day. In collaboration with rays of sun, Tavin could take down an entire army of broken hearts if he desired. Andrea was the general in command, planting a white flag into the late-summer soil. Tavin deserved to move on from her. Only pain came from their inconclusive run-ins and denial. Andrea was taken by Josh, and she couldn't expect Tavin to wait for her to come around.

All of the questions Andrea had were instantly answered by the time Tavin's harangue came to and end. Her heart throbbed with the news he'd delivered, but she knew his decision had been for the best. If he wasn't constantly on her heels, she'd feel less obligated to go against her relationship with Joshua to pursue Tavin's interest. A wind caressed Andrea's bear cheek. Mother Nature was reminding her of their mortality. Time never stopped, and the world continued to spin no matter how labrynthine someone's life may become. Andrea committed the thought to memory. Her heart beat steadily in her chest. Tha-thump, thump, thump... Thump, tha-thump, thump... "So you just want to pretend we've never spoken before today?" she clarified. Her shoulders had dropped when her last thread of hope had been severed.

Andrea couldn't fight the male populous anymore. Dale, Danny, and Tavin had all proven her better off uninterested in the likes of famous celebrities. She wished she would have realized how silly falling for big-time stars was in the first place. When Tavin didn't say anything for awhile, Drea just shrugged. "If you don't have anything else to say, I'll just see you later, then." She pulled out her phone, a new notification blinking on her screen. Doctor's appointment, it said. The results of her doctor's appointment on Saturday had been forwarded to a Seattle clinic nearby. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fly off to hear the news anymore than she wanted to keep going at it with Tavin, so she wasn't in any rush to go anywhere.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] It's a big big world WORDS 730. GOD MODE A LITTLE, SORRY! How could he sit there and pretend he didn't care day after day and remain strong? Honest'y he was on his last straw. He needed to get away from Drea before he broke down and told her that he was sorry for everything he said, anything that had hurt her feelings. anything that was wrong, and everything he could hope to make up for, but as a man, he was stubborn by nature. It had been hard enough to admit that he was wrong for cornering her over the weekend, he didn't need to apologize for two things. It was like writing off a death sentence, signing his heart away, he couldn't bring himself to do that, not today. "If that makes working together easier, than yeah, sounds great." he said mournfully. The last thing he wanted to do was take their relationship to square one, she represented everything that he had to look forward to in the future, as silly as it sounded. The encouragement to move on and get stronger and braver than the day before. The extra push to try to become more of a man and less as a child. The adult in him that made decisions and stuck with them. Which was why, when he told her he was trying to move on, he wanted to stick to his guns unless she was going to make an effort to show any bit of affection for him. If not, like Israel had told him once maybe a million times, the only girl worth fighting for is the one that is one that is cheering for victory to fall in his hands, but as the scoreboard read, twenty points for Josh and negative eleven for Tavin, man he was really started to fuck up. He wobbled back and forth, awkwardly, this conversation was getting weirder as the second passed. He wanted nothing more than to walk away, and leave as shameful as the day had started. Hoping that the next three months passed with ease and wasn't a daily struggle as this one was. "I really just don't know what you want me to say, Drea." he said, using her nickname rather than her full name, for the first time since he'd been denied in the hallway. He'd been referring to her as her full name even in thought, "Do you want me to try to beg you to be mine again? I don't know if you remember, but I clearly remember how the last time ended." he said giving a shake of the head as he spoke. Telling by her body language, she was just as uncomfortable by the encounter as he was, but he couldn't wrap his mind around why she'd gone out of his way to chase him down in the first place. If she wanted to play nice and work hard with each other, so be it, but something just didn't add up, and it was going to eat him up inside trying to figure it out, "You tell me what you would like for me to do about our situation," he questioned her, his eyes doing a ballet dance between both of her iris's seeing his own reflection in her dark eyes. He felt weak, he needed to remain strong if he was gonna get through it without cracking like an egg. She looked so hurt, and he felt himself slipping up, "Wait, I'm sorry Drea." he bit out, he felt like he'd flipped a pancake in the air and missed his chance. He felt his head sag, he wanted so desperately to have his swag back, that bounce in his step that made him who he was. He hadn't had it in almost a week, and it was killing him, "I just don't know what to say because I feel myself breaking." he said looking at his own shoes, "I've never felt like this before, and it's killing me." he hated being so honest, especially with her, but it seemed like no matter how much he tried he just never could seem to keep himself solid in her presence, "I just don't know how to act around you." he admitted finally, was it a man to admit how he felt regardless of the terms or was that the child in him lashing out again? & I'm gonna show you all of it

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