chapter 1

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We sat there waiting to go onto set. James looked at me and I could tell he was thinking about some thing. ''Are you okay. You look like you are thinking about something?'' I asked in ore. He replied '' just looking at a beautiful woman and thinking. I can't have her as one she has a boyfriend and two she would never date me.''
Who is this you are looking at?" I asked. He was about to reply when the director aproached us and said " James. Camilla. You are needed on set now."

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(After work)
We walked out I to the cold night. James looked at me and said " want to go for a drink. Just as friends?"
I replied "of course I would. You are my friend." We walked to the pub and sat down. James ordered the drinks and came and sat with me.
" what do you think of the story line for next week then?" James asked me.
" I don't know really. I like it but it does mean I have to kiss you alot as we did get together in the episode we just finished." I stated.
He just said " I personally like it. It is good."
As I was about to reply my phone went off. I looked down it was a text from my boyfriend. James looked at me concerned. He asked " what's wrong. Your facial expression tells me that was not a good text?"
My eyes begin to well up. I say tearfully " it's from my boyfriend. He says that we are not working as we never see each other as I am always at work and he has found someone else. He says sorry and he will be over to hey his stuff tomorrow. What do I do James?"
He simply says " get over him. He obviously isn't worth it. Lets take you home and we can chat. "
I replied " that sound good to me."
We walked out of the pub and got into a taxi.

We arrived at mine and went inside. "Sorry for the mess." I giggle. We go over to the sofa. He just stares at me. Those baby blues just stare at me. All of a sudden he leans into me..............

CLIFF HANGER I KNOW. WILL UPDATE THE REST WHEN I HAVE TIME. COMMENT BELOW WHAT YOU THINK.

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