Book 1: Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 12 - Practice

**2 Hours Later**

Shannon had wandered back off to his own cabin mumbling something about needing another coffee. Ivy couldn't blame him, he looked rough. He'd either had a 'heavy night' or just hadn't been to sleep at all. Then again, she hardly looked any better herself.

She'd decided to pass the time by finally reading the transcript. She thought it would be stupid not to and she didn't want to be the reason for there being a hold up with the filming because she hadn't got a clue as to what she was supposed to be doing.

Emma had been in to check on her periodically, and they had sat and talked. In the space of a few days, they had grown pretty close and Ivy had hoped that the end of filing the video wouldn't mean the end of their friendship.

Whilst reading the transcript of the video, she had just reached the part that she would be filming with Jared. As she read through the part and directions, her eyes started to grow wider and wider until they were probably the size of dinnerplates by the time she was done with reading it through.

She snapped the script shut, and, screwing it up in her fist, stormed out of her cabin, throwing the door open with a crash and marched down the steps and across to Shannon's cabin.

Not even pausing to knock, she grabbed a hold of the handle and yanked the door open. Shannon's head instantly snapped up and turned in the direction of the ruckus. He had been in the middle of pulling on his biking leathers for his part in the video; where he would be riding a bike down the street and would come across Ivy lying in the middle of the road, causing him to skid as he tried to avoid her and come flying off the bike, crashing it.

He currently had the bike trousers down around his ankles and was stood there shirtless, in his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs looking like a startled rabbit, completely confused as to what was going on.

"Have you read this?" Ivy snapped at Shannon, storming towards him; the script now a crumples baton, held tightly in her fist.

"Read what? What? W-who—" Shannon stood there blinking at her, still perplexed at her anger.

"The fucking script Shannon! What else!" Ivy came to a standstill directly in front of him, her chest almost touching his bare one.

"I-I don't know! What's even going on? What are you even angry about?"

"The script." Ivy repeated herself.

"Ok...what about it?"

"Page 3. Read my part with Jared." She slapped the script firmly and hardly, square into the middle of his chest, causing him to stagger slightly and almost fall ass over tit as his legs were caught up in the fabric of the trousers.

Fumbling with the booklet, he flicked to Page 3 as Ivy had instructed him. She stood there before him with her hands on her hips, livid. If it was possible for steam to come out of people's ears it would have certainly been coming out of hers right now.

"W-what am I even looking at Ivy?" Shannon skimmed his eyes over the page, darting them about desperately trying to locate what had made her so mad.

"THERE!" Ivy jabbed at a spot on the page with her finger and Shannon directed his eyes to it. "Start reading from there."

He did as he was told, not wanting to piss her off even more. Once he was done, he looked up at her.

"What the fuck Shannon? Did you know about this?"

"Well. Yeah..." He shrugged. "Jay showed me a draft a few months back. It was supposed to be Britney filming this part, but she's obviously injured at the moment."