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     "I knew the name listed for the special guest sounded familiar." He said, running a hand over the back of his hair.

     "She's the special guest?!" The man said. I nodded, raising an eyebrow. "I'm terribly sorry, it won't happen again." He patted my shoulder and walked towards Bradley. They shared a hushed discussion. "Gary, don't you forget!" Bradley shouted after the man as he sauntered away.

     Huh. So the douche's name is Gary.

     "Hey Jules." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me that." I grumbled, and he laughed. "It might sound weird, but you haven't changed a bit. You're still the cheeky girl that I..." He trailed off, staying silent for a few moments. "Used to know."

     I scrunched my eyebrows together. I knew that he changed what he was saying, but what was he going to say?

     Just as I was about to ask, he clapped his hands together. "Alright! So, Bridget was supposed to show you around, but I am going to volunteer myself for that job so we can catch up." He said. I laughed, shaking my head. "And you, my friend, haven't changed in the slightest either." I said. Bradley grinned widely at me.

      "Come this way." He said, guiding me past the living room setting. We passed Cierra, who looked extremely flustered as about three people fixed her hair and makeup. I flashed her a sympathetic smile before being dragged off by my childhood friend.

     "This is my snack room." He said, gesturing to mounds of sweets. My eyes widened. "Why did you have to chose like forty devil's food donuts?" I said, and he laughed. "Okay, so maybe this isn't my snack room, but I like to call it that. This is the dessert room." He confessed.

     Bradley led me out of the room and into a small dressing room, with three racks of different dresses and skirts, along with about two racks of shirts.

     "What is this?" I said, looking around in amazement. "This, is your friend's changing room." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I crossed my arms. "Lucky girl..." I muttered under my breath, looking at all of the amazing designer clothes hung around the room.

     I was once again ushered to another part of the studio, but this time we pushed out into the parking lot. The hot California sun beat down on my head, and I took my sunglasses out of my pocket to put them on.

     "This is where I come when we have a lunch break." Bradley said, looking around with a solemn look on his face. He had taken me about one hundred feet away from the edge of the pavement, where a big tree sat. "Who comes with you?" I asked, sitting at the base of the tree. Bradley sat next to me, looking at the ground.

     "No one." He said. I rose my eyebrows at him. "Why don't you eat with the rest of the cast?" I said quietly, earning a sigh from Bradley. "I used to, but I guess I like eating alone better." He said. I could hear a hint of something in his voice, and I was suspicious that he wasn't telling the truth. "Well I guess that means that Cierra and I can't enjoy your company today while we eat?" I said.

     He immediately placed his eyes on me. "No, you guys can eat with me." Bradley said, grinning. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but decided not to. I'll ask him what the real reason why he eats alone is later.

     "So why exactly do I have to know where all this stuff is?" I asked. "You don't." Bradley said. "What?!" I said. He laughed. "This was just my plan to get you alone out here with me." He explained. I let out a breath, a blush and a smile creeping on to my face.

     Wait, why am I blushing? I don't like Bradley.

     "That was manipulative." I said with a giggle. He laughed. "Well we should probably head back inside, Gary's gonna flip if I'm late for filming again."

     We both stood and walked slowly back to the building. "It's really nice out here in California. I wish I lived here," I mumbled. Bradley nodded. "I love it here. Everything just seems so... surreal. I pass celebrities almost every day." He said, pushing the studio door open for me as we reached it. "But you're a celebrity too." I said. Bradley smirked. "I am, aren't I?"

     "Bradley! There you are! We need you for the scene where..." I looked up to see Gary dragging Bradley away, who was giving me an apologetic look as the man explained the concept of the thing he was needed for. I sighed heavily, sitting down in a chair next to a table with fruit on it.

     Someone sat next to me, and I looked over to see Cierra in a chair with a dumbstruck look on her face. "I don't think I'm quite ready for this whole acting thing." She said in a high pitched voice. I shook my head. "I don't think I'm quite ready for this whole Bradley Steven Perry thing." I said.

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