Paparazzi Girl

24. The Scene

Work, work, and more work. That's all that occurred through the next two weeks, everything passing by in a breeze. Stella spent most of her time filling up her camera's memory with dozens and dozens of pictures of Xavier, while the rest were spent actually being in the picture, along with the rest of the boys as well.

Xavier texted her every night, sometimes even as late as two in the morning. Although she didn't really sleep until three, writing reports and columns of what Xavier was up to, she sometimes doubted whether or not she should answer.

There could be the reason that he felt he had to speak to her, just to keep her away. But in the end, they would always end up having ridiculous conversations that others would think were goofy. Stupid even.

Xavier would spend most of his day filming scene after scene, which he found stressful (he told her over text one day), especially since they spent over thirteen hours filming, and trying to compare some clips to others, and seeing which ones would make it inside the movie.

Chance was great at directing, and tried to do everything smoothly and calmly. Even though Kat forgot her lines about every six minutes (yeah, Stella counted), he still remained in proper posture, advising where she could improve.

But she never really did. She sucked at memorizing, but was amazing at conveying emotion and acting. But her beautiful looks made up for it as well. Just one look at her would get anyone to pick up the movie and go buy it to see her. And Xavier - especially him.

They were almost done with the scenes they needed in New York, just three more scenes needed before they could all go back to Los Angles, since there was production lacking. And once they were back in LA, they would need to film even more scenes to compare and contrast. The whole process was crazy. And today, was the big day. The "make-out scene", as they all love to call it, which got Stella's skin crawling. She hated knowing this day would come. She dreaded it. If she had the courage, she would stand up and beg him not to kiss her. It got her blood boiling.

She walked through the door, waving over at Paul, who was the security she had become acquainted with. He had crossed the boarder, crossing from Mexico to the United States, and was trying his best to survive here. He was very buff and young, so he was fit for the job. His salary wasn't bad either.

The setting of the movie for the scene today was just in a room, or more like Xavier's character's room. The walls had been painted dark blue, and the twin-sized bed had just a black sheet. Wasn't very nice but they clearly didn't care. They just wanted to test the acting.

Everyone took their seats, while Stella, being the only paparazzi allowed since Xavier let her, took in the dark of the room, setting off her flash to avoid interrupting. And there went Chance's cue to begin the scene, "Scene Nineteen. Action!"

And the lights went dim, Xavier and Kat walking through the door, anger masked on their face. Oh, no, not the one they acted together.

Xavier grabbed her wrist, twitting her around, "You know, you can't keep running from me."

"What if I can?" she dared purr her line in front of everyone.

"I know things haven't been the best these day, but you can't run away from the feeling we have," his palm reached under her chin, before advancing up, "These feeling won't just go away, and you know it. I've tried, you've tried, it just won't happen."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make it happen. I was the first one to tell you we couldn't ignore this, but you didn't listen. And now that you know I'm right, you want to prove me wrong? You know what? I'm not gonna spend my life waiting for someone who can't control his own future."