xi. FORCING REGRETS

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ELEVEN FORCING REGRETS ━━━━━━━ ・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧・

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ELEVEN FORCING REGRETS
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     THE MOMENT WAS CLEARLY LEADING SOMEWHERE until Dylan's phone started ringing.

     It was Posey needing urgent assistance with something - but needless to say, the moment was ruined. Dylan was reluctant to let the girl leave but before he could figure out how to excuse himself without offending the brunette, she caught on and let herself out so the dark haired boy could run to his best friend's rescue.

     It's been two weeks since this said incident, neither of them speaking to each other about it . . . neither of them speaking to each other at all. With the pair not having many scenes together and filming being sporadic in those two weeks anyway for various reasons, it was easy to avoid each other. Kayley found herself reaching for the phone many times but she could never pluck up the courage to actually call the boy she couldn't bring herself to stop thinking about. They'd both taken part in a mutual waiting game, eagerly hoping the other would get in touch first - neither wanting to initiate a conversation that would result in either of them saying the wrong thing.

     The avoiding-each-other scenario wasn't going to last long considering the couple had mutual scenes that day. The girl chastised herself every time she found her thoughts drifting to the various ways that her and Dylan's conversations could go and decided that instead of letting herself worry about the day ahead, Kayley concentrated on getting dressed and running through her lines one more time in preparation. She moved faster around the house when she realized that her phone read the time as being ten minutes later than she was supposed to be ready for; Holland had offered her co-star a lift the night before and Kayley could only guess that the redhead was impatiently waiting outside her door.

     As predicted, the girl opened her door to find a scowling Holland leaning against the car with her arms folded and looking bored. "Hurry up, we're not going to get there for eight."

     Whilst attempting to hold on to the toast that she didn't have time to eat, Kayley ran to the car and fastened herself in the passenger seat as quickly as possible. Even though her friend's car was only a few yards away from her front door, she still made an obvious attempt to quicken her pace to avoid Holland getting any more annoyed than she already was. "I'm sorry, I lost track of time. I'm really not a morning person, they should count themselves lucky I even make it to work for half past eight."

     Holland didn't waste any time; as soon as the brunette shut the door to her convertible, she put her foot on the pedal straight away. "You're right Kayley, I don't know why they don't ask if somebody's a morning person before casting them. Oh wait, I think they just imagine that if a person gets the role then they would BE ON TIME TO FILMING." It was hard to tell if the redhead was joking or not, but even if she wasn't – there was definitely a hint of seriousness behind the sarcastically coated statement. Seeing the look of shock on her friend's face, Holland sighed and lowered her voice. "I'm sorry, I just don't like to be late. I get stressed."

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