The doorbell screams at me, telling me to hurry up. I run towards the door, swinging my purse over my shoulder and giving Evana her daily Milkbone as I leave. As I swing the door open, that familiar blond hair and pearly white smile greats me.
"Hey."
"Hi." I smile.
Jared walks me to the car, opening the door for me. I slide in, setting my purse at me feet. Jared hops in and starts to drive, pulling into the crazy expressway.
"So whats happening today?" I ask, smiling at him.
He grins the biggest grin I've ever seen him smile, but doesn't tear his attention from the road, "You'll see."
I roll my eyes and laugh, then face forward. We drive a little while before pulling into a small abandoned building. There were film crews and vans, big men guarding the gates and smaller ones holding cameras. Shannon was talking with a man holding what seemed like a story board.
"What's all this?" I gasp, unbucking. Jared follows and jolts out of the car. He soon disappears as a lady calls him, looking very distressed. I hop out too, following him towards the mob.
I stand by Shannon who seems very pleased to see me.
"Finally!" he says, opening up for a hug.
I wrap my arms around him, "Finally? I don't know what I'm doing here."
Shannon nods, "Well I know. I'll help you get where you need to be."
She grasps my wrists gently and leads me deeper into the crowd. Eventually we come to a trailer with a piece of paper on the door labeled Hair/Makeup.
"Wait what?" I panic as Shannon knocks on the door.
"Calm down." he whispers.
A smiling face opens the door as Shannon pushes me forward. She reaches for me and engulfs me, throwing me into a barber chair.
"Wait Shannon!" I raise my voice. Its too late, she's closed the door.
Soon enough, I was relased with just a light natural eyeshadow and some lashes; My hair held back in a ponytail.
I walk out, confused, looking for Jaded. Many people glance up at me from their tasks then go back, not batting an eye.
"Jesus. . ." I heard Jared behind me.
I spin around to find his chest right in my face. "Sorry."
"No don't be." He breathes. His eyes traveled up and down my body.
I look up at him and blink, "Everything ok?"
He rubs his eyes and looks into my eyes, "Yeah of course. You're just.. Stunning."
I tense up, "Thanks."
He closes his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets, "Follow me."
I obliged, trailing behind him. We stop at the wall that seems to be where the next scene of whatever this was is being filmed.
"Suprise!" He says pointing to the X on the ground and smiles at me.
"What?"
His shoulders drop, "You're going to stand there. Act pissed. Then I'll come in and. . . you'll see."
"God Jared." I mutter under my breath. "I can't do this!"
"You're going to be a natural!" he says as he walks towards the cameras.
He talks for a moment, leaving me to my thoughts. There's no way I could do this. I've never acted.
A coordinator pulls me towards the notorious X and settles me on it.
"When I point to you, you have to be livid, like your co worker just gave tou their shift or something. Look at Mr. Leto. Then Mr. Leto will do the rest. Ok Ms. DuPuis?" he nods, pointing to me as he walks away.
"Jared I don't think I can do this!" I yell, trying to find his face behind the blinding lights.
From somewhere in the sea of faces I hear "Don't think!"
The next thing I know we've started rolling the cameras. I panic, and instead of getting mad I begin to shake. Jared apparently saw this and yelled for them to stop, the rushed over to me.
"Are you okay?" He questions concerned.
I nod, grasping onto his shirt for comfort. He nods back, "We don't have to do this."
"I want to. If its important, just tell me how to do this."
He looks out into the sea of faces then back at me, "Think of something that makes you mad. Think of Fallon. "
I look up at him and nod, I already begin to feel my face get red hot.
Jared nods and pats my shoulder and runs back behind the lights. He calls for another take and we start again, only this time I am pissed.
I imagine Gavin sitting somewhere in the crowd, laughing at me and my book; laughing at Jared and this production.
Hearing his que, Jared charges in shot. He grabs my wrists and pins me on the wall. My heart beat quickens. Jared's rapid pants begin to match mine and he draws his lips nearer to mine. I feel every time he accidentally let them brush against mine.
"Cut!" the coordinator screams.
Although we got the scene, Jared didn't release me. He kept his body near mine, continuing to pant. He looked into my eyes and occasionally
down at my lips.
Almost 10 seconds after the scene was finished, Jared drops his grip and walks away. My weak knees barely caught me as I lean agaisnt the wall.
