The Summer I Met You

We're On The Set Of...

My alarm on my phone goes off at 6:30 am. First of all, in Minnesota, it's like 5:30. Second of all, I have jet lag. What was Dad thinking? I struggle out of my bed, which is oh-so comfortable. I stumble into the bathroom. 

In an hour, I come out of the bathroom to grab my Michael Kor's bag. I'm in a white flow-y crop top from American Eagle and high wasted light wash jean shorts. I also grab my beaded Madden Girl shoes.

I walk down stairs to get breakfast. Burt has prepared French toast with some powdered sugar and maple syrup on top. Burt asks me mocking a British accent,"Willow is there anything I can get you to drink?"

I answer, in an equally goofy voice,"Sir Burt, I would love some coffee, creme, and three spoon fulls of sugar."

Burt replies,"Ma'am, it would be my pleasure to get you that!"

Katherine and Dad walk into the room together. I put on my best puppy dog face and say,"Daddy, why do we have to wake up so early? It's summer!"

Dad answers,"I have lots to do today! Just be glad you aren't an actor, they have to wake up even earlier to get their make up done."

I ask,"But, Katherine, aren't you an actor?"

"Yeah, but I'm not shooting today. Today is solely dedicated to the scene where the two lovers first meet," she says.

"How...exciting," I say with a hint of sarcasm.

"You'll have fun, just bring your book and phone. You can call Burt if you want  to go shopping or something like that. Hey, maybe you could post a promotion video on your youtube account about vintage clothing, since this is supposed to be during the fifties."

"That would be a fun video..."

***

My dad's driver pulls the limo up to a private beach. There are dozens of rows of trailers, each have a door with a big star plaque and a name on it. Dad shows me to the largest trailer, his of course. My instructions were to not get caught by the press. I sigh, sooooo fun...

Anyways, I sit in that trailer for the next three hours on a big white fluffy couch staring at my book, The Love That Split The World. I had received it in a subscription box. Suddenly, I see a camera slowly peak into the window. It flashes once, it flashes twice, and then I hear a muffled voice yell,"Carl has a daughter! Lucy! Come quick! This girl needs an interview! Carl has a daughter!"

Oh, crap! The press caught me! I glance at the front door of the trailer, where a man and his camera are. Then I turn my head to the back door. I need to bolt. I grab my purse, put my book in it, throw open that back door, and I bolt. 

I run as fast as my legs will allow me to, I glance back to see cameras flashing behind me, and look forward to see a certain surfer just as I crash into his rock hard chest. I fall back onto the asphalt. Ryder looks down at me, then he looks up to see the press. He gives me his hand, and without a word he lifts me up. He finally says something,"Come on, princess. We're going to my trailer."

He runs, still holding onto my hand. He doesn't let go of it until we reach his trailer and I take my hand away first. 

"You know," I say,"I had it handled."

"Totally, because running without a destination was working out for you," his voice threaded with sarcasm. 

"I had a destination."

"Oh, really, where? You couldn't have gone to your dad."

That shuts me up real fast.

"I didn't mean it like that Willow," he says, starting to show at least some sympathy.

"I know what you meant, and I don't need you of all people to come in and save my butt."

"Why not?"

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not one of your fans. So, you can drop the whole hero act."

"What act? Why can't I just be a nice person?"

I roll my eyes and reach for the door handle. He grabs my wrist and points to the searching press outside. 

"Well, Willow, it looks like you're going to be here a while," he says with a smirk.

I sigh,"Don't you have some love scene to film?"

"Nope, Amanda broke her leg."

"Wait, what?"

"She was supposed to jump off of this big huge rock, but she couldn't balance on it and fell off."

"So who's going to play your love interest?"

"Well, Carl wanted Meghan Trainor to, but she has a tour. A lot of the actresses that had call backs when he was casting the movie are now busy with other jobs."

"Poor dad."

"Hey, what about me?"

I go up on my toes to reach Ryder's head and pat it as I say,"Poor Ryder. I bet his billons of dollars can't fix this."

Ryder just rolls his eyes at me as I laugh. I soon become aware of my ugly laugh and cover my mouth and mumble a sorry.

Ryder smiles and says,"Don't be. You have a cute laugh."

I realize what he just said and look down while chewing my bottom lip. Ryder flips his shaggy blonde hair and combs his fingers through it uncomfortably. 

"Soooo," he says trying to change the topic,"are you a natural blonde or a fake?"

I look into his sky blue eyes,"Fake. You?"

"All natural, baby!"

After that, we go straight back to awkward-ville. 

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Author's Note: 

Sorry it took soooo long to update! So, Willow and Ryder's encounter? Cute or not?

Also sorry for the shorter update... I couldn't think of much more to write!

And, if you want your name to be featured as a character, I have a party scene coming up in the next few chapters! I need tons of character names! So far only one person is going to be featured! Comment your name anywhere in this chapter to be featured! 

Finally thank you all for reading this, it's my first "novel" here on wattpad! 

-Mia <3

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