Rapture

"The way you hold me at night. The way you wake up with half your body on top of mine. The way your hands are big and firm, but soft and gentle. Everything about you. Every movement you make. Every breath that you take is the reason that I am deeply and hopelessly in love with you." She breathes, staring into his bright blue eyes. He inches towards her, his hand grasping her arm and pulling her flush to his body.

"I think it goes without saying that I love you too, baby." He says, before claiming her mouth with his own.

"And Cut!"

Clarissa Pelosi breaks away from the kiss, somewhat breathless and looks at her colleague; Max Jacobson. America's Heartthrob. While she thought that he was a bit of a douche, America loved the blonde haired, blue-eyed man from North Carolina. She couldn't lie, at first she was very attracted to him, but after he tried to grope her at a Christmas party promoting their new movie, she realized he was just like all the other men in Hollywood; cheap sluts. When she first landed the lead role as Janice Johnson in the new film, Heartbreak Lovers, she was thrilled with the fact that she got another lead role in her short time of acting. But now, with all the public accusations of her and Max's "undeniable love", she couldn't wait until filming was over. She cleared the rumors up numerous times, stating that she's had no love affair with Max, but he likes to encourage the public rumors and gives them subtle jabs to make it look like they're in a relationship.

"Great work Clarissa. What a great delivery. Not too much emotion but enough just to have the audiences on edge." Director Joseph Coralanie was never the one for giving compliments, so when Clarissa did receive one from him, she took it with the up most pleasure.

"Thank you Joe. I just hope the critics feel the same way when the movie finally releases. You know they always have strong opinions that can either make or break my career." Clarissa said. She was always worried with the way the critics would judge her work. It hurt her to the point of tears at times when they were too harsh with their reviews. I mean after all, she was young, only just turned 19 last month, and she was still learning how to handle rude and vulgar comments.

"Don't worry what they have to say Clary. Not everyone will love you."

Something her mother used to say, she thought as she nodded her head and dismissed the thought of the wretched woman.

"Anyway," Joe continued "I was wondering if you will be in town for the premiere of The Avengers. You know the whole cast got invited and I was wondering if I should give it the okay to Jim to make sure that you're on board." Jim was our "party planner". Whenever there was an event in which we can make a public appearance at, he was always the one to get the hook up and have our names on the list.

"Um, sure. I'll have to check my schedule first. But I'll call you and let you know." Clarissa said. She never liked to make promises to people, never knowing how her schedule could change. She could think she would be free tomorrow, but her publicist would call her at 2 in the morning saying that she has a photo-shoot at 10.

"Alright just let me know. But go home! Get some rest; I'll see you in the morning." He says, always concerned with his actors' rest schedule. Like he once said, "A sleepy actor is as good to me as a pencil without an eraser." She never asked him what he meant by that, but knowing Joe, it must have made sense to someone along the line, other than that he would've quit with the phrase ages ago.

"Okay. Bye Joe and have a good evening."

Clarissa hurried herself to her dressing room to collect her things before making her way off the set. Before she could get out the door, the sound of her name from behind stops her. She turns around and groans inwardly at the person coming towards her.