Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 6 - Not a Wayward Boy

I was still dressed from the stylist so I didn't have to go back there. I headed to the filming house and found the guys all waiting outside.

"Night scenes," a guy told me when I got to the group and looked confused.

Michael showed up and barely acknowledged me. He'd been so busy and I didn't take offense. He told us that we had a dinner scene with Niles and then some small group scenes. Production guys brought in a big board and I saw that I only had a few scenes to be in. I was going to be background for most of them.

"You just wander around. Feel free to interact, but nothing explosive. We have enough footage of your outbursts," a production guy told me when we started to break away.

I pretended to eat a bowl of pasta, but I periodically wandered to the trash can and dumped some out. I was already full.

I milled around while the guys traded shots at each other. It was so different from Taj and Amir. I was used to this type of friends group from the guys back home, but it felt a little foreign now. I couldn't imagine them or anyone in the Hamad family calling anyone "Bitch" or "Girl" even playfully.

I wondered if that's why Amir hadn't looked happy to see me this morning. They were probably turned off by seeing the filming. This crowd was a bit much and they were exaggerating it for the show.

"Kasper, gurl! Snap out of it," one of the guys said and I realized I had inadvertently ended up in the middle of their scene. I'd tried to stay to the side, but the action had moved around me.

"Oh, sorry," I mumbled and moved to the side.

"Whatever he's on, I want some!" another guy said. I realized I was in the scene so I scooted to the side.

"You just want some of him," a guy pointed out. They leered at me.

"I bet he's strictly bottom. Right, bubble butt?" the first guy asked me. They all laughed.

"You'll never find out," I shot back and tried to play along.

I laughed but then caught sight of Amir. He was hanging way behind the cameras like he was trying to hide. Our eyes met and I stopped laughing. Of course he would walk in when I was making sexual jokes. He looked confused and sad, but still so deliciously hot.

"Fuck," I whispered and slipped between the guys. Amir took off though. He'd probably come to see me and I'd fucked up. I started after him, but one of the guys caught my arm. I really should have learned their names.

"Don't go, Kasper. They're just joking around," the guy said. I turned and glared at him.

"I gotta piss," I said and pulled my arm back. I took off and raced out of the filming house. It was dark out, and I didn't see Amir as I raced towards the path through the woods.

"Hey Kas," his deep voice sounded from behind me. I wheeled around and banged my elbow on a tree. My heart started racing when I saw him. He looked sad as he stood between two posts under the moonlight.

"Amir! You came! I'm sorry you saw that. It's just acting. I'm not like that," I rambled on as I took him in.

"It's not that, Kasper. I'm not supposed to be here... but you're just so... perfect. I love your hair like that. It looks beautiful like this... all decorated." Amir shook his head. His voice was devoid of the flirty, chipper energy he'd had yesterday.

"Please, don't go. We can go sit somewhere and just talk? I really like you. Please?" I asked.

"I can't. I'm not supposed to be here... around this. I just wanted to see you one more time. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come... but fuck, you're so adorable. Even when you try to be mean to the other guys it just looks like you're trying to put up a shell; like it's not really you. I wish things were different," Amir sounded like he was dying... or I was.