11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Three

Bonnie

Walk in. Say lines. Walk out. Walk in. Say lines. Walk out.
I freak out silently on the living room set. This is the biggest role I've had in a long time, and the biggest script too.
Frantically, I pace up and down waiting for the scene to start.
Carolyn, who plays Mrs Chesterfield (my TV great aunt), puts her hands on my shoulders, "You'll do great, Bonnie. No need to have a heart attack!"
I smile, "Thanks, Carolyn."
I glance over at Cameron. He's on his phone, again, and he's staring at his father. I like Cameron, in a weird way. Yeah, he has a pretty nice face, but I find his shadiness kind of attractive too. It's confusing. My taste in boys in confusing.
Bob enters the set and everyone gets prepared, "Alrighty then; positions! Let's get this started!"
Cameramen shoot behind their cameras and the rest of the crew all get into their stations. The last brush of makeup is added to my cheeks and then I'm off into the elevator entrance to wait for my cue.
Channel your inner American, Bonnie. Think Obama, burgers, July 4.
The elevator bell dings and the doors slide open. When the light hits my face, adrenaline pushes away my nerves.
Come on, Thompson. Time to make it big in America.

***
Cameron

Walk in. Say lines. Walk out. Walk in. Say lines. Walk out.
It's the same every day. We're like machines programmed to do only one thing.
I used to love my job, now I just wish I hadn't even tried. Disney fucked me up real bad, they just make me hide it away and pretend to be someone I'm not.
Bonnie is pacing back and forth next to me, revising her lines and praying she won't mess up. I chuckle, that was me four years ago.
My dad caught me drinking in my car earlier so he came to the filming to make sure I wouldn't drive anywhere afterwards. His protectiveness lately is pissing me off. I'm 16, not 6.
I look over at him, he's smiling at Bonnie. She kinda irritates me, getting all the attention with her stupid accent. What even is her accent?
My attention reverts to Bob entering the set and all of the crew getting into their positions. Time to be Luke.
The director counts down and I take a deep breath; letting myself get into character.
I come bounding out into the living room as Luke Ross with a huge grin plastered across my face. I turn to Bonnie, that's her cue, and the way her face drops at my sudden change in personality makes me feel like a complete asshole.

***

"Okay everyone, break! I'll see you in an hour. Great job so far." Bob yells and everyone goes back to normal. I have to admit, Bonnie plays Chloe really well. She's the best out of all the guest stars we've had.
I check to see where my dad is and jog outside when I know he's not there. Cautious about getting caught, I pull a cigarette out of the box in my pocket and light it.
"You smoke?" A voice asks with a slight hint of disgust.
I inhale and let the smoke blow in their direction. It's Bonnie.
"Isn't that what depressed people are supposed to do?" I joke.
She laughs, leaning against the wall next to me, "Funny. But seriously, how long have you been a smoker?"
"Six months." I tell her, inhaling again, "And counting, as you can tell."
Discreetly, she tries to hold back a cough, "Will you ever quit?"
"Yeah," I throw it on the ground and stomp it out, "When I develop the power to resurrect."
She frowns and nods slowly, following me back inside.
"So where are you from?" I ask her. It's my turn for the interrogation, "Your accent is cool."
Bonnie smiles proudly, "Sydney born and raised."
I swallow. I see so much of Isabella in her.
"Exotic," Sarcasm drips from my tone. "You came a long way just for Disney. Your parents here too?" I question.
"My mum and my sister."
I nod, "Cute. And what about you? You smoke? Drink?"
"Neither," she says straight away, "My parents would murder me."
Her innocence makes me laugh, "I wouldn't stick around me for too long then."
She pouts, "Why? You're the only interesting person here."
"Interesting? What do you mean by interesting?" I snigger.
I know exactly what she means. She think I'm mysterious, just like everyone else does.
"Well, you-"
Pamela taps us both on the shoulder, "Glad to see you two are hitting it off, but filming starts in five minutes."
I begin to head back to set.
"So I'll see you after filming?" Bonnie asks.
I stop and turn to face her, "Depends. I'll be in my car with a bottle of Jack. If you're up for that, be my guest."