The Dreaded Last Day

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Callie's POV

I groggily opened my eys as the sound of my ring tone blared in my hotel room. Today was my last day filming American Horror Story. As terrible as the Evan situation had been, I actually had a great time filming. I sighed as I hit the answer button and brought the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said. "Hey Callie, it's Ryan." My stomach was immediately filled with butterflies.What was he calling about? "Hey Ryan," I said, my voice slightly shaking. "The other producers and I were looking over the scenes we've filmed with you and we think your character really brings an interesting dynamic to the show. We were hoping that we could make your character a regular this season." This was not happening. Stuff like this never happened to my. I was the girl that tripped over her own feet in front of the entire school (yes that had happened before). "Yeah, that would be great," I said, trying to sound professional. "Great!" Ryan exclaimed. "Drop by the studio today and we can discuss your role more in depth." "Ok, see you then," I said before hanging up. I ran over to my mom's bed and shook her awake. "What?" she asked, still half asleep. "GUESS WHO WAS JUST ASKED TO BE A SERIES REGULAR." My mom's eyes widened as she looked at me in astonishment. A smile appeared on her face as she congratulated me. And of course, being the mature actress I was, began jumping up and down screaming.

Evan's POV

I looked in the mirror and saw the prominent bags under my eys. All I could do last night was think about Callie, preventing me from getting any sleep.I shuffled out of my hotel room, getting ready to make my way to work. As I pressed the down button by the elevator, I heard a scream erupt from one of the hotel rooms. Panic shook my body as I realized who's room it was coming from: Callie's. I immediately sprinted to her room and began pounding on the door. The screaming ceased as her door opened. Callie stood behind the door, looking at me confused. "I heard someone screaming," I said quickly, heat rushing to my cheeks. "I just wanted to see if you were ok." A slight smile appeared on her face, but was quickly covered by a hurt and angry expression. "We're fine," she snapped before slamming the door in my face. I stood there for a second, stunned. I shouldn't have been surprised considering that I had definitely deserved it. I made my way back to the elevator, pressing the down button once more. I wonder what she was screaming about, I thought to myself as I waited for the elevator to arrive.

Author's Note

Sorry I haven't written in so long! I'll make sure to post a new chapter every week from now on.

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