The Fanfiction Writer (Completed)

Chapter Sixteen: Coffee Shop

Chapter Sixteen: Coffee Shop

**Lilah's POV**

After class the next day, Jared and I are sitting in the small coffee shop across the street with the script between us. I texted the boys about meeting up later and they agreed. We are going to hang out at their apartment around five which gives Jared and I two hours of free time.

"Why don't you just play the lead actress?" Jared asks as he sips from his caramel cappuccino. "I mean you obviously have the ability to act well."

"Yeah, but Thomas convinced the boys that auditions were fair," I mumble. I rip off a piece of the giant chocolate brownie Jared and I are sharing and toss it into my mouth.

"But you're the director and writer. I think it wouldn't hurt to take some control, Lilah."

"Don't talk to me in that condescending tone Jare, it's not flattering." I take off a chunk of the brownie and eat it. The chocolate just melts in my mouth and I sigh. Jared just stares at me. "What?" I say around a bite of chocolate paradise.

Jared frowns and raises his cup to his lips. "Nothing."

"Don't try that with me. I know that look. Spill it." I pick up my vanilla bean frap and take a long pull of the drink.

"God, will you slow down Lilah?" Jared reaches over and lowers my drink. "You're gonna get a stomach ache again."

"Jared, that was so long ago. I only got a stomach ache cause the cookie wasn't fully cooked." I pick up the brownie and eat off a piece. "Don't change the subject."

Jared crosses his arms. "Says the person who eats tubs of raw cookie dough."

"Jared."

Jared sighs and rolls his eyes. "I think you and Thomas need to start being honest with each other."

It's my turn to cross my arms. "What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Lilah. The flirty glances. The smiles. The waking up in his bed," Jared says pointedly at me.

"That was one time," I mutter. "I don't need you using it against me."

Jared sighs. "I'm just saying that if you two have feelings-" I snicker and he glares at me, "-that you should try to get closer."

I glare at my gay best friend, trying to set him on fire with my eyes. I don't want to talk about Thomas and me dating. I have One Direction around! I don't need any other guy in my life right now. Unfortunately, as I glare at Jared with my fire stare, nothing happens. No flames. No spontaneous combustion. Nothing.

"Stop trying to set me on fire!" Jared giggles suddenly and pushes my shoulder.

"How'd you know?"

"You had the 'look'," Jared says, suddenly looking at me with narrowed eyes, his blue eyes threatening me. "I taught you the look. It can't be used against me," Jared grins and grabs a piece of the brownie.

We both start laughing harder than necessary. This is the thing I love about Jared. We can both be really weird with each other and not judge the other person rudely.

Jared suddenly stops laughing and watches behind me. I go to turn around but he grabs my hand. "Wait," he whispers.

"What? What's happening?" I ask in a whisper. What the hell could just change his entire mood?

"Lena just came in."

"Oh! Well that's good. I was gonna talk to her about-"

"And she's with Thomas," Jared finishes. He meets my green eyes and watches my reaction. He bites his bottom lip.