It Won't Stop

why is everything so heavy

"Everyone will love you, don't worry." Jennifer had been reassuring me for 10 minutes about the cast of the Hunger Games trilogy and how I shouldn't worry. "Joshua's going to be there."
I rolled my eyes at her even though I could barely hide it. I was having anxiety in the cab, worrying about my appearance. I didn't want to mess up thing for Jennifer, and I missed my family. I've been feeling sick for the past week, barely having any energy.

"I'll meet you inside." I smiled to Jenni as she walked in. I sat on the side of the building, on a brown bench. Foot steps approached me, but I didn't bother looking up.
"Hey there." They said. "You look blue."
I looked up to see the one, the only, Woody Harrelson.
"Oh wow." I laughed, standing up. "You're a legend."
"Well thank you," he bowed, tipping his hat. "So why the long face?"
I sighed and plopped back down on the bench. "Stress."
"Ahh," he nodded, like he understood perfectly. "That'll do it." I didn't reply but sat there as he reached into his pocket. "This might make you feel better."

When I looked up, I saw a perfectly rolled joint. Just by the looks, it made my mouth water. My brother and I use to do it all the time; just sit in his room and relax the day away.
"It sure will." I smiled as he lit it up. We shared it, taking a good 5 minutes.
"Shit," I said, lifting my hair to my nose. "I'm gonna smell."
"Naw, don't worry about it. Everyone is clueless."

Inside was cold and everything seemed sketchy from the beginning. Woody and I were directed into a room out in the back of the restaurant. There was an open seat next to Jenni, so I took it. Lucky enough Josh was across from me.
"Nice of you to join us," Josh said, smirking up from his menu.
"Why thank you," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"I see you've met Woody." Jen said quickly, holding the menu in front of her face. I just laughed and glanced down at the sandwich section. "Are you baked?"
"What?" I asked, trying not to smile - but completely failed.
Her face turned into a soft smirk. "I'll take that that as a yes. I don't even have to ask you." She held up her spoon to me and I looked at my reflection.

"Oh shit! My eyes!" I took a deep breath and put down the menu, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. My eyes couldn't help themselves - they slid to Josh's - who was raising his eyebrow across from me.
"Good morning," I said, leaning back into my seat. The rest of the cast soon showed up.

We were all ordering breakfast when he walked in. My heart literally stopped and my mouth got dry. "Sorry, I'm a little late." His accent was thick and I felt a slight breeze as he walked by to the only open seat - next to me. He turned his head and smiled at me. "Hello."
"Hi." I smiled, then slowly sunk down next to me.
"How've you been Sam?" Jennifer asked, leaning forward.
"I'm doing great, thank you," He replied then looked down at me. "Who did you play?"

It took me a minute to react. "Well, I'm not exactly in the movie. Jennifer is my cousin." I stumbled over my words and found it hard to concentrate.
"Oh, I see. Well I'm Sam, it's very nice to meet you." I managed to squeak out a response that I don't remember and blocked a conversation between the cast. Hopefully he didn't realize that I was glancing at him every 3 seconds, but I think Josh did. When I looked up at him, he smirked, looking at Sam, back at me, back at him, and winked. What? No. No Juliet, you like Josh. Sam is just eye candy.

"Earth to Juliet." Jennifer finally snapped me out of my gaze as I stared down at my empty plate.
"Hungry, were you?" Woody asked me, rubbing his stomach. I laughed and nodded, wiping my face with my napkin. Soon, the lunch was over and we walked outside to say our goodbyes and disperse.
"It was nice to meet you, Juliet," Sam said when he got to me. He held out his hand and I shook it; I could feel my face burning red as he walked away. I let out a breath and heard a snicker next to me.
"What?" I asked him.
"Nothing. It's so cute that you have a crush on that pretty boy." Josh answered, stretching out his tie.
I snorted and crossed my arms. "Pretty boy? What does that make you?"
"Average." He smiled and leaned against the wall of the restaurant.
"You're just jealous."