as your world disassembles --

[hannah2]

It was safe to say that Ace Edwards was miserable. If there was ever an unhappy man on the earth, it was him. He was more remorseful for cheating on his wife than he ever thought he'd be, and now burdened with seeing his wife every day was hard. Actually, he wasn't so sure he could still call her his wife. Even though he vehemently refused to sign the papers - whether it be because he wanted to fix their marriage or because he only wanted her as miserable as he was - he was wondering when she was going to bring a lawyer into the mix and send his ass packing so to speak. He didn't live in their house anymore anyway, he was never home to do that. He hadn't had a break since beginning to film Slayer by Night where he was in Canada for several months. Upon wrapping up from that, he was sent straight down to New Mexico to prep for Saving Hope, the first television series he'd signed for. He was actually curious as to how different taping an hour episode for every week would be different than a three hour movie, and he was beginning to sort out the huge differences. For one, he could be much more laid back. They made the episodes weeks in advance, so the pace was semi-relaxed, whereas with every movie he'd done he always felt like he was rushing to finish. Another major difference was the caliber of material he was expected to crank out. Even though this was still a drama series, it wasn't three straight hours of non-stop drama, which was relieving for him.

In general, his career was going great. But his personal life sucked. It was awful having to see Lindsay all the time, watch her walk around with that vengeful look on her face, then came all the rumors about her and Cash. Of course that made it hard for Ace to be an impartial director and treat Mr. Cooper the same way he treated everyone else. He always got the urge to make whatever scene Cash was in extremely anal, making them film it over and over dozens of times. He only really indulged himself once, and that was basically it. He loathed having to be mature and civil, but he decided that in the end, it would be worth it. The man was a good actor, and even though he was a total prick, Ace had a little bit of respect for him. Sure he was pissed about the rumors of Cash and Lindsay sleeping together, but he couldn't let it influence his job. And aside from that, he kind of felt like he deserved it. He cheated on her for a long time, so was it fair that she was doing this to him? Kind of.

Then there was what happened last week. He'd been working late in his office, minding his own damn business, and the next thing he knew, Lindsay was all up on his jock for no reason other than she wanted to be all up on a jock. Yeah, Ace enjoyed having sex with his wife, but did he enjoy being used? Not at all. He felt totally stripped of his manhood - not in the literal sense, of course -, like he wasn't the same kind of guy he used to be. And he wasn't, that was obvious. He was learning he cared for his wife more than he wanted to admit, and that hurt, knowing she didn't give a fuck about him anymore and he was learning how to love her. But that was life, and something the middle-aged man was just going to have to accept.

It was a Saturday, and they weren't filming today but Ace still found an excuse to hang around set. He was relaxed, not wearing anything fancy, just perusing around trying to get ideas... or, well, keep himself busy. He found a little bit of pride in his work, so he latched onto it and tried to never stop. He always seemed busy with something, whether it was preparing for the next filming debacle, or helping a stylist choose how to produce something he wanted. He just wanted to be happy again. He wanted his wife back, his life, everything. He knew it wasn't coming back, but thinking about that was too hard for him. He'd gone soft thanks to the past few months, though a lot of people wouldn't guess it. He dug his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he perused the costume area, looking through all the options he had for the next episode. He absolutely hated the fact that Lindsay was supposed to be playing a pregnant woman, and he didn't know why he hated it so much. Maybe because they'd talked about kids, and how they really didn't want any, but yet she signed up for this role. He knew he shouldn't be taking it personally, but he definitely was. He shook his head, moving away from the racks of clothing.

Ace sighed, and upon leaving the room that smelled of new clothes, he heard a noise coming from the other room. He wondered who in the right mind would be here on a Saturday night when they weren't required to be, when he'd given specific instructions to his actors and crew that they were supposed to enjoy their weekend. "Hello? Someone there?" he called, feeling stupid for doing so. Maybe it was his sub-conscience calling out for the interaction he so secretly craved.

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[rebecca]

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rebecca hamilton had been sitting down at one of the stage desk for the last few hours, reviewing a few scripts that her agent had sent over to her. sure, she could’ve done this at the hotel but when she got to the hotel she only wanted to do two things; shower and sleep. anyway, she promised her manager that she would send them back to him, problem was that was two days ago. so she needed to get them done while she still had the energy. she had been working on saving hope for a few weeks now and was pretty glad that she took the offer when it came her way. she got to act like a doctor, something she probably would’ve taken up if she hadn’t gotten into acting. the cast was a nice and laid back bunch, just like her – so that was another bonus. it was nice to have nice personalities there because then it just made your day run smoother and you didn’t have to tip toe around this or that person. even the director was a good friend of hers, even if he wasn’t acting like his old self. it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was bugging him and rebecca honestly felt really bad about it.

that was one thing about being in show business, your private business sooner or later became everyone’s business. not that becca went around trying to catch the latest gossip, friends talked, and their mutual friends felt it necessary to let her in on what was going on. she hadn’t had the chance to talk to him about it because he either didn’t look in the mood or there were too many people around for her to do so. the girl was bound to run into him at some point and hopefully it was sooner than later, otherwise she was gonna give herself the bad friend award. there was a time in “single” days, when she saw ace – she wouldn’t have minded spending a few nights with him. the guy was beyond attractive, that much was certain. she didn’t know if it was his toned abs or his gorgeous eyes, but whatever it was – it drew the women near. rebecca bit down on her pen as she stared into space while she thought about this. wait…why was she thinking about ace’s abs and eyes. shaking herself free from those hot and bothered images, she tried to focus on the scripts.

glancing down at her phone, she finally realized the time and sighed deeply as she looked at the unread scripts. “shit..” she muttered quietly. once again, her manager would have to wait to get these tomorrow, or the day after. so much for having a free night to get done what you needed to get done. rebecca stood up from her chair and stretched her lean body as she let a yawn escape her lips. crap, she didn’t even get a chance to call mitch back like she said she would. becks guessed he’d just have to wait till tomorrow to hear from her, or maybe she could call him when she got to the hotel. the girl began gathering all of her things when she watched her pen roll off the desk and like a stunned idiot, she didn’t stop it. groaning she got down on all fours, and reached under the desk to get it. after she grasped it, she lifted her head up…only to bang it against the desk. “ow” she exclaimed, before she let a few giggles escape her lips. leave it to rebecca, she was always a clumsy person.

there were times when she fell going down and even up the stairs in either public or private places. the time her cat had caught on fire, or the time she thought she saw an actual monster but it turned out to be an opossum in the bushes. so this was nothing new for her, what was new was when she heard someone call out. still sitting on her knees, she glanced in the direction where the voice was coming from, only to feel a smile spread across her face. “yeah, it’s me, rebecca” she replied, lifting her free hand for a wave. hopefully he didn’t see the scene she just did, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to live it down. lifting herself off the ground, she placed the pen on the desk and continued to rub the sore spot on her head. that was gonna leave a small bump. “what are you still doing here mr. edwards?” she asked with a small grin, dropping her hands to rest on her hips.

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THIS POST WAS MADE FOR ACE/HANNAH AND IT IS COMPLETE. IT MEETS ALL THE REQUIREMENTS, WITH A LOT OF EFFING WORDS DUUDE WORDS. THOSE LYRICS AT THE TOP ARE FROM AN ARTIST KNOWN AS NOBODY THE OUTFIT BECCA IS WEARING CAN BE VIEWED HERE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT my other one was better, but i deleted it. so..meh, it will get better on my end. swear.

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[hannah2]

well i modified this one instead of quote-ing it. soooo it's gone. go figure.

[rebecca]

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oh he had no idea about that, she definitely wanted to be elsewhere but she had a job to do. plus, mitch was gone, filming yet another movie – so there time together was once limited but she spent years without him, what’s a few months in between. she wasn’t at all surprised when he didn’t answer her, obviously he didn’t want to talk about it. ace seemed like the type of guy who didn’t complain to anyone, especially her, about anything. at least she concluded. “I felt like staying behind to look over a few scripts” she exclaimed with a small smile. plus, this was a work environment, so what better place to do it than here? nowhere of course. “nah, he's directing some movie right now anyway.” she replied with a small shrug. rebecca placed herself on top of the desk she was using as she looked over at ace. funny that now he was here, she didn’t know how to bring up the situation she wanted to talk to him about. she wasn’t really calling him “mr. edwards” for any other reason than to just be “funny”. no, not even funny, she was just joking around really. “I honestly don’t know, I’ll just stick with ace” she added with a small laugh. she locked her hands together and began to swing her legs back and forth as she stared down at her shoes.

becca heard the sigh and with the silence that passed she figured that she might as well just lay it out there. he’d either take it and talk to her about it, or blow it off and she was prepared for either reaction. “I’ve actually been trying to talk to you for a while now, I wanted to see how you were doing…with everything.” her green eyes shot over towards him and offered a small smile. “I’m not gonna pretend like I know how you feel or anything because I don’t. I just wanted to say that if you ever wanted to talk about it that I was here and I wouldn’t mind helping you.” she replied quietly. rebecca didn’t know what a divorce was like, the only thing she ever experienced was being separated from mitch for all those years. divorces were designed to be horrible and she could only imagine what ace had to be feeling. and if that wasn’t worse, the whole thing with her and cash was just the icing on the cake. becks was sure that ace wasn’t innocent in the matter but still, it was a divorce. “It’s just, I see you walking around with this fake smile and it sucks.” rebecca knew the fake smile routine all too well, she had been wearing those for years until recently.

She nudged him with her shoulder and placed her hands on the edge of the desk as she bit down on her bottom lip. “I know you gotta stay professional when it comes to work but…” he voice trailed off as she tried to find the right words to say. when she was going through her shut off from the world, the last thing she wanted to do was talk to anyone about it. though she could honestly say that when she did vent, she felt a bit better about it, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “I don’t know, I just want the old ace back and I felt that if maybe I offered to be the friend that listened to you, that you would.” she said with a small shrug. “Even if you don’t want advice and you just want to vent, that’s totally fine”. becca lifted her gaze towards ace for reassurance as she bit down on her bottom lip again. she hoped she didn’t cross a line with him and that maybe, just maybe, he’d vent something to her and not storm off all pissed. the girl always wanted to help anyone, it was in her DNA to do it. though when it came to her own problems, she didn’t know how to handle it.

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THIS POST WAS MADE FOR ACE/HANNAH AND IT IS COMPLETE. IT MEETS ALL THE REQUIREMENTS, WITH A LOT OF EFFING WORDS DUUDE WORDS. THOSE LYRICS AT THE TOP ARE FROM AN ARTIST KNOWN AS NOBODY THE OUTFIT BECCA IS WEARING CAN BE VIEWED HERE I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT just kill me now hannah. -_-

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[hannah2]

At her response, he just nodded knowingly. He often felt like he couldn't do work outside of where he worked, so naturally he understood. Of course lately he'd been shoving work on himself just so he could keep busy, and therefore have to stay here, but that wasn't something anyone needed or wanted to know. "Aaaahh," he responded with a simple nod of his head. Wasn't that what was happening to all those young whippersnappers these days? Getting caught up with someone, then having to leave them? Then he realized Becca was only a year or so younger than him. Go figure. He watched her climb up onto the desk and make herself comfortable beside him as he continued to lean there. He was comfortable around Becca.. she had a very light and happy personality, something he wasn't used to. Lindsay had never been that way. Well, not that he could remember. But then again, he didn't have copious amounts of fond memories with her. He wished he could change it, but it didn't look like she was going to give him a chance to. That broke him down inside, but he had to stay strong, if not for himself, for the actors and crew working so hard on his show.

He forced a chuckle and nodded, glancing over at her. "Good," he said. Mr. Edwards was his dad and always would be. They gave him an interesting first name so people wouldn't have to bother with his ordinary last name. After he sighed, he let his posture droop a little, crossing his arms over his chest. It was almost awkward, the silence, considering you could tell with ease that there was so much weighing on him that he would never let go. Everyone had their own problems, they didn't need his in addition to them, and he didn't need their advice. It wasn't like Becca had gone through a messy divorce like this, or at least Ace didn't think so. "I've actually been trying to talk to you..." well shit here it came.. the sympathy people thought they had to have for him. Secretly, on some level, he liked it and the attention, but on the surface he didn't. But somehow he kept control of himself and just looked over at her with the blankest expression. Ugh, why did everyone assume he needed help? Oh yeah, because he came in looking like shit because he didn't sleep or any of those beneficial things that normal people do.

Ace just looked at her, trying to make it obvious he had no intentions of spilling his guts to her here in this empty studio. Then she broke out the fake smile thing, and he felt like maybe she knew what was going on with him. There were days it would have been so fake, he didn't even bother trying to smile. It was so obvious he wasn't happy, and he wasn't letting anyone help. Of course it wasn't like anyone wanted to. They all incriminated him and assumed he was still being a selfish asshole. Well, he still kind of was, but he definitely saw where he was wrong and the extent to which he was wrong. He knew sleeping with Nicolette was wrong, but he'd chosen to do it anyway, and that was a guilt he could never get rid of. He would live with it the rest of his life, and as far as he was concerned, he deserved it.

He finally raised hsi gaze from the ground over to her eyes. She'd always been so attractive, but he knew trying to bed her now would just... well, it couldn't fuck things up more because they were already fucked to hell. But it wouldn't help, that was for sure. He looked back at the ground and inhaled deeply, pursing his lips as he tried to decide whether or not to tell her anything. He was definitely considering it, but there was still part of him that was refusing. "There's not really much to talk about.." That was pretty much a lie, and only put out to try to convince himself of the fact. He paused for a while. Come on Ace, it's Becca, she's a friend. She's on your side: probably the only one on your side. He toyed around with the hem of his jeans for a minute, feeling so juvenile for doing so. But he didn't know if he was ready to open up about it yet. "I dunno what you want me to say.." he said, not lifting his eyes. "I mean.. this whole thing is just.. I regret so much. And now she says she's pregnant and that it's mine, but it's so easy for her to lie to me, and I mean not that I deserve the truth... but..." He knew he was jumping around a lot and it probably wasn't making any sense, so he just stopped. He'd been running on empty lately and had no energy to properly think this through, so naturally it just came out in a giant jumble of words. He sighed, wearing the unhappiness from his core to his shell.

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[rebecca]

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so she was getting the silent treatment, which she wasn’t surprised in the least. when she thought that mitch had died and she went through her “depressed” days, she didn’t talk to anyone at first. becca gave the same exact stare that ace was giving her and she couldn’t really blame him. the girl would’ve been surprised if he had just opened up right away because it would be so out of his character to do so. all she wanted was for him to know that she had his back in all of this and if and when he was ready to talk then she would listen. “I’ve been through that whole stage; you work so hard on your walk and your smile…” she replied quietly. “Usually what gives it away is the look in your eyes” she added with a small nod. she wasn’t about to get into the whole mitch situation unless he asked – no need to make this about herself. “And I’ve seen you walk around here with that look and it’s been killing me, really” she stated truthfully. nobody should ever have to experience any kind of pain, especially ones brought on by relationships.

ace was definitely a twenty when it came to attractiveness and she always had to sort of hold herself back a bit. there were times when she did think about kissing him or even sleeping with him and she had to remind herself that she was in a relationship. becca didn’t even know how to deal with the guilt of ever cheating on mitch and hoped that that day would never come around – but who knew. her sane and conscious side told herself that it would never happen because she had enough sense and restraint to not go through with that. then the other half, the spontaneous and outgoing side, told her that anything could happen and maybe one day, her thoughts would soon become some sort of a reality. becca just didn’t want to hurt or worse, lose mitch after she just got him back and hoped that it would never happen. though it was hard, especially when she looked into his baby blues and felt herself not only melt on the inside but get a bit weak in the knees.

what the hell was she doing, sitting here thinking about that when she needed to be focusing on more important things. when he finally spoke up, she only replied with a nod when he exclaimed that there wasn’t much to talk about. she wasn’t going to force him to talk, there was really no point in doing that. she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out because had begun to speak once again. rebecca felt really good that he trusted her enough to talk to her about it, to her those were the kind of things that made her happy. to be able to be there for someone when they needed it and to know that they trusted them with certain things. he definitely didn’t have to worry about her going to blab to someone about it, that wasn’t the way she did things. think of it as if she were a priest and you were in a confessional, all that shit was staying locked away somewhere.

there was definitely a lot more on his plate than he led people to believe and honestly she wasn’t surprised. she understood why he would feel guilty about the things that he did and now he had to add on that his wife…ex-wife was pregnant with supposedly his kid. at the mention of pregnancy her jumped down towards the ground and she sighed deeply as she forced away old memories. “just because you fucked up in the past, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the truth.” she replied quietly. “you deserve the truth as much as anybody else…” she added. ace was her good friend and no matter what he did, she was always gonna be there for him no matter what. she brought her hand up and gently placed it on his arm as she gave him an understanding look, even if he didn’t see it. “do you believe it’s yours” she asked. rebecca didn’t see lindsay lying about that to keep him around when from her understanding, lindsay was the one asking for the divorce. so that for one, didn’t add up in rebecca’s eyes.

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