Three's A Crowd

3AC Notes Draft | Defending Jacob Cast Call

Today, I was watching Ryan Reynolds' 6 Underground on my laptop, making another peanut butter sandwich when all of a sudden, my phone starts ringing opening. I pick it up and balance the device between the hill of my shoulder and my cheek, finishing up my sandwich.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Chris,"

My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as I pulled the peanut butter sandwich away from my mouth. Perks of having a handful of friends named Chris meant that you couldn't just say 'hey it's Chris' and immediately recognize who you're talking to. Especially through an audio phone call. "Um... which Chris are we talking about? My Chris, Hemmy, Pratt, or Pine?"

The man behind the phone stays silent for a little while, before saying; "You have Chris Pine's number?"

"Psh, 'course I do," I smirked, taking a bite out of my sandwich, leaning back into the sofa, watching as the group discusses something in a open restaurant. "Vanity Fair afterparty. 2015."

"Oh, yeah, I remember that."

"Just scratched Chris Pine off the list of Chrises who could've possibly called me on my lazy Sunday afternoon," I chuckle. "You mind telling me which one are you or are we just going to keep beating around the bush?"

"Really (n/n)?" he deadpanned. "We both presented at the Oscars in 2015, are you sure you didn't get your brain put in the blender instead of Bucky Barnes?"

I pushed the back of my hand to my mouth, stifling a laugh. "What?" I asked innocently, sitting up so I could reach over and smack the space bar, pausing the movie. "You're being so serious again Chris, I was just kidding. So, whats up?"

"Well, I got a series comin' along. Detective, mystery, crime-thrill again, not like Knives Out though."

"What, no more comfy sweaters?" I pout, flipping myself on the couch so I was upside down, taking bites out of my delicious sandwich.

"I mean, I could probably sneak some in, it's gonna be a little chilly."

"Where you guys filming?"

"Hometown. But in Newton."

"Even better. Do you need me to bring Dodger around? I just got off the Miraculous Ladybug voice session for season four, so I'm not going to do anything else for a while."

"Season four already? Stella and I aren't even halfway through season two yet." Chris says in a exhausted voice. I rolled my eyes playfully. "And to answer your earlier question, yeah, I need Dodger back," Chris says, making me laugh. "But that's not the only reason I need you in Boston."

That's... weird. I flip myself back in a normal human being position, putting Chris on loud speaker and making another sandwich. "Shoot."

"Well, the casting directors and I talked about the series and all, potential actors for our characters. They think you'll make a great wife."

"So... you called me... to set me up with... one of your casting directors?"

"What? No!"

"Then go get to the point already, you know how much I like jumping to conclusions!" I laughed. I hear Chris let out a huff through the phone, hearing what sounds like pillows being thrown around a certain area.

"Alright you fuckin' smartass," Chris deadpanned, making me laugh again. "I sent a script and character background to your email." Well, that's kinda interesting. I checked my email and there it was. Directly from Chris'.

DefendingJacob_SCRIPT.doc
To: (y/n)(l/n)@gmail.com
From: evanschristopherr@gmail.com

"The casting director has seen a couple of your movies, especially your guesting in Criminal Minds. I think it's the one with Daniel Henney."