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twenty-four

"Here's you coffee, ma'am. Iced Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of caramel and whipped cream," An intern says, handing me my regular cup of coffee as I walk on to set.

"Cady, you can call me Kelsie," I tell her with a light laugh.

"Oh, sorry ma'am. I mean, Kelsie," she apologizes before running off to do something else.

"Hey, beautiful! How was it back home?" Candice asks with a smile, joining me while we walk towards the dressing rooms to get changed for today's scenes.

"Hello, sexy thing. One word? Awkward," I scoff jokingly.

"So what happened exactly?" She asked as we reached the dressing rooms.

We were quickly given our outfits and ushered into a separate room to change.

My character's outfit was simple, yet, elegant. In a way. I was wearing a white dress with white sandals.

As I exited my room, I saw that Candice was as well. "So it was going, okay. That is until my mom thought Paul and I were dating," I say, answering her question from earlier.

We were sat in chairs beside each other as Kimberly and Diane started to curl our hair. Alan and Bea started on our makeup as we talked.

"Aw! You two are so cute though! Why aren't you dating? I mean, you both have feelings for each other."

I sigh. "I know. And we both said that we love each other. I'm just not ready for a relationship."

"Candice! Kelsie! You start filming in ten!" Nina says, walking into the room.

"Thanks, Neens," we say in reply.

"Oh, and Ian is directing today."

My eyes widened in horror. Thankfully Alan had already finished my eyes or else he would've poked them out right now.

"Oh great. He's going to find a way to get me and Paul to kiss or something," I mutter, already knowing what my best friend's mind was set on.

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I was right. Well, not exactly. Paul and I ended up having a sex scene.

I knew Ian had planned that because he was grinning the whole time we were filming the scene.

"Hey! Kelsie, wait up!"

I turn and give Paul a small smile. "Hey. What's up?"

Paul scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Um, do you maybe want to go out for drinks sometime? Like, together?"

I lightly chuckle. "Sure, it's a date."

Paul smiled widely before hugging me. "Alright maybe tomorrow? I could pick you up at 7?"

"That's fine. I will see you then!"

With a smile I walk away, but not before hearing Paul shout out, "Yes!"