Kayley Blake has just got the role of Malia Tate in Teen Wolf and the cast welcomes her with open arms. She is already in the limelight as a result of her music career but has now turned to concentrate on acting. Despite all of the reasons why he sh...
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TWO MONTHS HAD QUICKLY PASSED WITH SEASON FOUR BEGINNING FILMING IN ONLY TWO WEEKS. In the meantime, Kayley had met up with the cast a few times. To her surprise, they had invited her out on a number occasions. She found it odd because she wasn't an official member of the cast yet, but didn't miss an opportunity to spend time with them nonetheless; the girl had specifically become really close with Holland, Posey and Dylan. In the eyes of Kayley, Tyler was the funniest person she'd ever met. She was sure that even in such a short space of time, Dylan was beginning to know more about her than Phoebe and Holland, well. . . Phoebe would make comments every time her best friend would bring her up. However, she refused to admit it as jealousy.
"So, talk to me." Phoebe stated as she plummeted herself on to Kayley's bed, making herself comfortable.
"Uhm, manners much?" She asked, although not baffled at all considering this was a usual habit of hers.
"Uhm, sit on the floor much?" Kayley rolled her eyes and reluctantly crashed into her bean bag seat that was opposite the bed. Phoebe reached over to her friend's bedside table and grabbed a magazine. "What would you like me to talk to you about Phoebs?"
"How about your boyfriend to be?" She said purposefully nonchalantly, still lying down on the bed with the magazine covering her face to conceal her teasing facial expression.
"Channing Tatum?" Kayley questioned, jokingly.
"As if. He's way out of your league."
"Hey, I could get a Channing Tatum if I wanted a Channing Tatum." She answered back, slightly offended.
"I'm afraid Jenna's beat you to that one, babe." When Kayley didn't answer, Phoebe sighed and explained what she had originally meant - clearly annoyed that Kayley hadn't latched on the first time. "I mean, a guy that's about one-eighty centimetres, dark hair, sorta cute and name rhymes with Mylan"
"Nylan? Yeah I can totally see that becoming something too." She retorted again, now completely clear about who she was teasing about and slightly concerned she knew the exact height of said boy.
Phoebs started to get slightly impatient at this and lifted the top of her body up so she was in a sitting position, throwing her magazine to the side of her on the bed. "No, you idiot. Dylan."
She laughed. "You know, you're normally funny. But that is exceptional humour."
The taller brunette sighed and shut her eyes, as if to stop herself from getting angry. "I've read the scenes, Kal. You can't fool me."
"In case you didn't know how the whole script thing works Phoebs, let me talk you through it. The writers write the script and we perform it when acting the scene. Okay?" Her voice was dripping with a patronizing tone.
