American Love Story (Evan Peters Fanfic)

First Scene

Callie's POV

I practiced my lines in my head, trying to keep my hands from shaking. We were about to start filming my scene and as nice as everyone was, I knew that if I wasn't good that I could easily be replaced. I was playing the role of the daughter of the new family moving into the murder house and while my character looked innocent, there was a demonic presence inside her, making her some kind of Satan-worshiping freak. You have no idea how many demon movies I had watched to get ready for this role. Ryan showed me and the other actors in the scene which marks to hit and then told us to take our places. Before I could process everything going on, Someone from the side shouted, "Action!" As the scene played out my nerves faded away and it almost felt as if I actually was the character I played. After several takes Ryan told us that the footage was great and that we could begin getting ready for the next scene. As I went back to hair and make up, several people came up to me to tell me what a good job I did, making me blush. It was weird to think that two years ago I hadn't even gotten a part in my school's play and now I was going to be on national television. "You were awesome," Evan said to me, handing me a bottle of water. As I looked at him, all the thoughts that I had from lunch came flooding back. "Thanks," I said smiling. Damn he was really hot. "I think we're filming a scene together next," Evan said. "I don't think so it says that they're filming some really raunchy sex scene," I replied. Evan looked at me for several seconds awkwardly until I realized what was going on. I was filming a sex scene with Evan Peters.

Evan's POV

Filming took longer than expected so Ryan and the other producers decided not to film the sex scene that day. While I definitely didn't mind filming sex scenes with hot girls, it would have been kind of awkward considering this was her first time filming, let alone doing a sex scene. I'm pretty sure that she was still a virgin. I only ended up shooting one scene that day and waiting on set for what felt like an eternity. I walked out of the studio and immediately saw Callie standing near the curb while texting someone. "Need a ride?" I asked. "No it's fine my mom is almost here," she said, looking slightly embarrassed. "Your mom?" I asked laughing. She jokingly punched my shoulder and told me to cut it out. "How old are you? 16?" I had asked it as a joke but when I saw the look on her face I knew something was off. "17," she said while looking at her feet. Shit. I took a girl 11 years younger than me out for lunch like some creepy-ass pedophile. In my defense, how was I supposed to know? She looked and least 20 and had a pretty mature personality. Or maybe my personality was just immature. I had to get out of this situation as fast as possible. "I have to go. Bye," I said quickly while walking away without even an explanation. Smooth Evan, I thought to myself as I got into my car. I don't know why I was so upset, it's not like I had a crush on her. I mean I was dating Emma Roberts. I doesn't get much better than that. I shook the dissapointed thought from my mind and drove straight to the hottest club in Hollywood.