Jared's P.O.V.:
It had been months since Dawson and I had spoken. I was growing desperate, tired, upset and nothing I could do would help. I didn't know where she was or what had happened after she left. What was worse was that I didn't know who she was with. I didn't know. Period.
A pile of her things were left in the corner of my bedroom. I didn't touch them more than I had to because when she came back I was certain she would want to handle them herself.
In the past months, I wrote a couple songs, auditioned for a few rolls but nothing solid, until this morning when I got a call from my manager.
"We managed to get you a roll in the movie, the protagonist's brother. While an antagonist, he's a major one! " my manager squeaks. She was more excited than I was.
"Thanks," I chuckle, "When does filming start?"
"Two week. As of right now were expecting filming to go on for a couple months, say 5. I'll call with more details." She hangs up without another word.
For now, this would have to distract me from Dawson, maybe give her a break from me.
Two Weeks Later:
Today was the first day filming. We mostly got familiarized with the other actors and the set, where to go and who to see.
When we all met up for lunch, I got in line behind a brunette who was about my age, maybe a couple years younger. She was a new actress and very eager to get experience.
I got my food and sat down at a table when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the girl from the line.
"Hi! I'm Addison, I just want to say that I really like your music." She squeals.
"My name's Jared." I smile cordially. I didn't really feel like talking since this was the only time I would have to my self for the next few months.
She smiles back, oblivious to my reluctance, "I'm looking forward to working with you. Who are you playing?"
I look down and lean back, trying to make it seem like I was okay with talking, "I play the protagonist's brother, Jeremy."
She squeaks again, "I'm the protagonist!"
I beam up at her, "That's really great to get on your first gig. It'll be great to get a fresh mind in here."
She smiles before sitting down next to me. Her blue eyes seemed so happy, really ecstatic to be in such a foreign environment.
We sat and talked until they called us to set. She wanted to meet up for coffee the next morning or lunch. I agreed to either, whatever worked best for her.
***
When I got home that night, I checked my phone for a missed call or a text from Dawson. My heart sank when I had neither. I opened my messages and went to my conversation with Dawson. I looked at the last text I sent her, it was from last week pleading her to talk to me.
"The ball is in your court, babe." I whispered.
