fake (b.t.c.)

one

"what are you doing here?"
"shane oman, at your service."
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i took the script from an outstretched hand, offering a small smile as thanks. my heels clacked against the ground as i made my way through the crowded room to a row labeled "swings and standbys." once i took a seat, i realized how uncomfortable my shoes really were. i looked down at my pink (obviously) suede booties and sighed.
god, why did i wear these stupid shoes. i hope i'm not dancing today.
i flipped through my script until rehearsal started, and introductions were made. i tried to commit faces to my memory.
"ben cook, ensemble." he smiled and gave an awkward little wave. i would've looked at him for longer, but i was already distracted by the guy sitting next to him.
shit. it can't be-
"i'm kevin csolak. ensemble."
my jaw went slack and my stomach started to churn.
no, no, no. my ex-boyfriend is not in this cast. this can't be happening.
my mind spun for the next hour. as i got up to pick up my lunch, i smacked right into a familiar chest.
"jules. hey." kevin said.
"julia." i corrected. "what are you doing here?"
"shane oman, at your service." he winked, and i suddenly remembered why i fell for him.
julia. i said to myself. you really can't do this. this cannot-and will not-happen again.
"no, kev...kevin." i caught myself. "what are you doing here?"
"well, i auditioned. same as you."
i sighed. "i didn't know you were auditioning for this."
"why would you? we haven't exactly been speaking, since..." he trailed off.
"yeah." i looked down. "right."
kevin scratched the back of his neck. "look, jules-julia. i think it's best if we both just, um, put the past in the past."
"no, yeah, you're right." i said. "we're adults. we'll just act like it never happened."
"right." he smiled slowly. "it never happened."
i shifted my weight uncomfortably. "well, i'm gonna go pick up my lunch, so..."
he nodded, and dropped back to the boys he had been sitting next to earlier. the blonde, ben, smiled at me, and i waved as i walked out the door.