"I Think About You All The Time..."

❤Chapter One❤

                   "Yeah, yeah, I heard you. Say it don't spray it. I'll be there in two shakes." the woman climbs out of her bathtub, her shoulder holding her phone to her ear as her hands reach for the towel that is sat near there on the sink.

                    "You better! There's your co-star on set and you need to be on your best behavior! No smoking! Do you hear me, Addison?!" the younger woman, named Addison, sighed and nodded, hanging up the phone.

                    "Jeez, you'd think that I have an addiction the way that Barbie puts it." she begins to dry herself off, running the towel along all of her crevices, huffing as she lights a cigarette, taking a deep inhale.

                   "Wow, smoking again? How many have you had today?" she turned, her lousy boyfriend lounging on her bed like it was his personal throne, as well as his clothes miraculously seemed to vanish. 'One of these days you're gonna go missing, and no one will suspect me because I'm an excellent actress.' she thought to herself as she dressed herself, exiting the bathroom.

                    "Real mature, Kyle. Christ sake, it's 10 am, why are you lounging so lewdly acrossed my bed?" Addison huffed, rolling her eyes as she came round to her bedside table, Kyle grabbing her ass, "hey! I'm going to be late for work! I don't have time for sex." he growls, his head flopping against the pillows.

                     "God, we never have sex. You're always putting your career ahead of me. I just want you under me while I-" she pressed a finger to his lips, the cigarette hanging from her lips.

                     "God Kyle, just fuck your fist if you're so horny. I'm the only one making any money, and if you want to live in this house, you'd better let me work." Addison sighed, leaving the room as she grabbed her keys and walked out of the door.

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                    "What took you so long! He's been waiting here!" Barbie called out to her, pulling the cigarette straight from between Addison's teeth.

                    "Kyle wasn't letting me. He talked about what he wants. He wants a little mommy that he can fuck whenever he wants, but I'm the only one that fucking works. Where is he?"

                    "I'll excuse your absence, I suppose. Straight this way, Miss Rosaires." Addison rolled her eyes as she followed Barbie, the two entering a room, and there sat her co-star, Ivan Kleinman.

                    "What the hell am I paying you for? You should have been here around an hour ago!"

                    "Home problems, sorry," she sat down, Barbie bringing over a green tea, "aw, thanks Barb, you're a doll." Barbie scoffed, sitting next to her.

                    "OK, since you're finally here, meet your co-star, Ivan Kleinman." Addison and Ivan met eyes, a nod of acknowledgement from Addison while Ivan stood up and held out his hand to her.

                   "I've heard so much about you! Nice to meet you, Addison." Addison sighed, standing up a second to shake his hand, sitting back down as she shoved a stick of gum between her teeth.

                    "Yeah, yeah. So, you're a newbie actor?" Ivan shook his head, his hand reaching up to tuck in his glasses on his face, a stray piece of brown hair flipped down in his eyes.

                   "No, ma'am, I've actually been in more movies--than you." Addison choked on her gum, Barbie banging on her back until she managed to get it unlodged.

                   "Holy shit, wow. I never would have guessed, baby face." she sighed and pressed on her temples, taking a drink of the tea.

                    "Let's move on to line reading. So, other stars will be here, but you two are the main characters, so we're having you two for now doing a read.

                    "K, let's do it so I can go home and at least try to take a solid nap."

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                     The read-through had ended, the two following their respective assistants, eventually ending up against a wall.

                    "So, how ironic that I got the sappy sweetheart character while you got the dominant male character with the macho lines and the shirt just disappearing in thin air. They even put a scene where I'm completely useless." Addison huffed, inhaling her cigarette harshly.

                    "That's usually just the roles I get. They always stereotype me as that, and I just don't like it, but I put up with it because I have kids to support."

                   "Wow, is baby face married?"

                   Ivan chuckled, "I was. She left when my youngest was two. I have three kids, Mai, Maka, and Frankie. We adopted Mai from an abusive household, and Maka and Frankie are our biological children."

                  "So, two girls and one boy?" Ivan shook his head, pulling out a photo of three beautiful young girls.

                  "It goes Frankie, Mai, and then Maka. I love them all very dearly," Addison smiled, giving him back the photo, "so, any children for you?"

                 "I don't. I just have a boyfriend. I don't think it's going well though. He's really just with me for the sex," she exhaled, throwing the cigarette on the ground as she smashed it with her heel, "anyway, I should probably get going. It was nice to chat with you."

                "You too." the two got into their respective cars, driving home, but one of them got a surprise waiting for them when they opened the front door.

              "Oh, Jesus Fucking Almighty, when I said fuck your fist, I didn't mean get someone else to do it for you! Whatever, get out. Take your stuff and get out." Kyle rolled his eyes, the blonde woman gasping as Addison walked by, slapping her in the back of the head.

              "Hey, don't fucking slap Chrystie." Addison walked back out, a brow raised.

              "Wow, Chrystie. Very good, were you named after meth?" she snarled, Kyle taking the little amount of stuff he had, and taking Chrystie, got out of the house, "oh, don't fucking touch Chrystie! Are you fucking kidding me. Go fuck yourself. Better yet, get Crystal to do it." she sighed, tearing off her layers of clothing, and grabbed the sheets off of the bed and threw them in the trash.