% CHAPTER 8 %

Luca shoves his hands in his pocket as we walk around the lot together. We're taking a small break from acting, even if we weren't exactly told we could. It's okay to rebel every once in a while though. I just wish that Taylor could get that through her thick skull. She was probably the girl in elementary school that tattled on everyone who didn't follow the rules.

My best friend turns to me with a serious face. I look back at him cluelessly. I wonder what he's about to rant about now.

"No wonder she has such a problem with you man! You treat her like shit!" Luca exclaims outside of the make-up artist trailer. "What's making you act like this towards her?"

I sigh. "I don't know. She's just...amusing. Her temper is hilarious." My eyes hold their gaze on the trailer. "Look dude. We'll talk later. I got another outfit to change into. Another scene is coming up soon. I should be heading back anyways."

Luca frowns slightly before replying, "Okay see you later. Just remember what I said. She'll treat you way better if you don't act like a stuck up jerk half the time."

I roll my eyes and walk into the tiny trailer. Luca is such a pain sometimes. He always wants to fix my problems. I don't even have any problems. My relationship to Taylor is none of his concern. If I want to act like a jerk towards her, I will. She's a bitch most of the time anyway. Why do I have to be the one to start acting nice first?

I know that Luca is just trying to watch out for me, and I value that. I'm happy to have a great friend like him, but when it comes to Taylor, he can't help. I'm just never going to get along with her. Once this movie is done, I'll probably never see her again in my life, except for on the T.V.

"What outfit am I looking for?" I ask the assistant manager.

"Pond scene."

Pond scene? Oh shit. I know where this leads. I sigh again. On that set, she's not Taylor. She's Emily. And I'm Hayden. And we are hopelessly in love with each other. I have to keep reminding myself that. Man, this scene couldn't have come at a worse time.

"Don't ruin it Bret," I mutter to myself.

I walk to my section and get what I need. Shorts. That's it. No shirt. Just shorts. Lord have mercy.

Taylor is in the changing room so I have to wait. I sigh some more and sit against the wall, waiting for my turn. Waiting wasn't exactly my thing, so I decide to take my shirt off to speed up the process. If I take my shirt off now, I don't have to waste time taking it off in the changing room. It makes perfect sense to me.

The changing door creaks open slowly and I turn my head in that direction. Taylor's face is beet red. I wonder why. Her outfit can't be that bad, can it? After looking side to side to check for people, she cautiously opens the door a little wider and steps out.

My mouth is hanging in shock. Holy crap. I can't handle this. My raging hormones are going all over the place. They're losing all sense of direction. Hot damn. She has on a white dress. A short white dress. My eyes find themselves running up and down her legs. The dress seems to have what looks like lace trimming at the ends. No corset. I also take note that she's barefooted.

I look her up and down at least four times. This girl has an amazing body and I don't think she's fully aware of that. I swallow the gathered lump in my throat. My mouth is completely dry. I think I need some water. It's my turn to change, but my feet are planted to the ground.

As soon as Taylor glares at me though, I shake my thoughts of her out of my head and push her out of the doorway. That's enough. I need to get ahold of myself. I can't be having these thoughts about a girl who's so insufferable. Before I know it, I'll be whipped and she'll be having me do crazy shit like jumping in front of trains for her.

"Out of the way," I mumble as my hand roughly pushes past her. I keep my eyesight towards the floor.

"Thanks," she mutters sarcastically. "I needed a good shove to remind me how much of a jerk you are."

"Anytime," I flash her a smile before walking in the room and slamming the door shut.

I change quickly. When I come back out, Taylor barely has any make up on. There's no foundation, no blush. I only detect nude colored lipstick on her lips and some mascara. She doesn't need make up anyway. She looks absolutely breathtaking, like an angel from heaven. The dress is adding to the affect as well. So, where can I get some water?

I gulp and walk over to the make up section. No, I don't need any water. I'm not attracted to her. I'm definitely not attracted to her. Damn it, I can't even convince myself. Genevieve washes off my foundation before telling me that's it.

"So we're taking a little trip guys," Derek says. "To a small pond in the suburbs. While we are driving, I'll let you look at the script."

Of course. We have to take a trip now. Just for a stupid scene in a pond with a stupid person like Taylor Bradwick. Stupid stupid stupid. But Taylor isn't stupid. She's probably the smartest person I know, and she's so beautiful. No. No she's not.

Get it together Bret!

I remember Luca calling her Tay. Lorelei called her Tay too. If Lorelei really is a part of Taylor's family, did she feel funny when Luca, someone who had no relation to her, said it? What if I said it?

It doesn't matter. It's just a name. I clear my throat, making sure it won't go husky on me. I can't let that happen. Then she'll know for sure that I kind of have a thing for her in that dress. Only in that dress though. It's not like I actually like her or anything.

Shortly after walking outside, a sleek black limo arrives. The crew goes in first with all of their equipment. I then let Taylor get in next. Luca's not allowed to come so I get in and shut the door.

I sigh. The equipment and crew takes up a lot of space. The only way to fit is if I squish against Taylor. It's times like these when I wish that Luca was in this movie. Even if he was a freaking extra or something! He could at least stop moments like this from happening.

I reluctantly take a seat next to her. Her arm is against mine, making those pulses run through me. I look over at her face before I drop my gaze down a bit. I don't mean to. It just happens. I always end up looking at her boobs. I'm a pervert, I realize.

She's checking out my abs. I want to crack a joke right there to boost my ego, but I can't. My head is spinning and it won't stop. I start feeling a bit lightheaded. Maybe I actually am dehydrated and I should have really gotten some water. This could be a serious condition. What the hell is wrong with me?

The car is driving through Hollywood and past any other places I would know. Where are we going? We're really in the suburbs now.

I tense when I feel Taylor starting to lean into me. I realize she's asleep. Could God have planned this any worse? I want to stroke her hair. It's all out of its ponytail now. I shuffle my body so her head leans into me more. Her hair is so soft. My eyes find themselves gazing at her tantalizingly plump lips. They are so rounded. She looks so beautiful when she's asleep.

The scripts are handed out. Oh thank god. Anymore Taylor thoughts and I'm going to have to be admitted into a mental hospital. Time to do some reading!

(Hayden and Emily are splashing each other with water and laughing.)

Emily: Stop stop! (Laughs uncontrollably)

(Hayden stops. Emily splashes him.)

Hayden: No fair! Em, you cheated!

Emily: (doubles over in laughter)

Hayden: (picks her up and holds her so she can't do anything.) I got you now pumpkin! (They continue laughing; then it dies down and they look into each other's eyes. Hayden slowly brings Emily down and they start making out.)

Jesus! Very graphic. People have to act these things out, you know? Whoever wrote this script has a very straightforward way of putting things.

When I finish reading, I sigh and set the script down on my lap. This blows. Making out with Taylor while she looks this hot is going to be a pain in the ass for me. I look at Taylor's face some more. Her eyelashes are so long. I never noticed because they're so blonde. That, and I'm never close enough to her to notice things like that. After staring a bit longer at her, I close my eyes before drifting off into a cozy slumber.