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It was a particularly sunny day in La-La Land as the heat shone upon everyone's smiling faces. Oddly enough, the same energy was radiating everywhere, it looked like this day was going to be an extremely good one.

Mariah took upon the sidewalk towards the entrance of the set, wrapping her hand around the steel knob and opening the door. Immediately after entering, she could feel that there was something strange settled in the air. She couldn't quite place it, but noticed crew members slyly smiling at her as she walked past. Shaking it off, the girl took off towards the corner, completely deprived of the one source that kept her alive and thriving.

Coffee.

She had absolutely no time this morning to grab some on the way, seeing as she slept through all of her alarms. Again. One more time she was late to set and she was sure that a recasting would be in order.

The coffee machine soon started to make noise, making the girl tingle, eager to plop some ice in there and have the best coffee of her life. The scent was already wafting up toward Mariah's nose, so she closed her eyes and breathed it in. The girl had been in such a trance that she didn't realize someone had walked up, and was now standing beside her. "What're you doing?" A man's sudden voice startled her. Before sassily responding, she couldn't help but take notice of his extra bouncy curls today. Despite having the most chiseled facial structure and an immense amount of talent, adding curly hair to this boy was the cherry on top.

God just had to give him everything.

"I'm enjoying my coffee, Timothee. Leave me alone." The boy let out a melodious laugh, finding her annoyance amusing. Mariah tapped her foot against the tile impatiently, as it seemed her coffee would never be ready. As she looked around for an excuse not to speak to him at the moment, she noticed the commotion going on around set. She actually found it quite comforting, seeing the cast and crew in a hurry to prepare before anything was shot. Of course, the two stars were doing nothing.

"So, have you ever done a sex scene?" Timmy asked casually, leaning against the wall.

Mariah let out a chortle. "Baby, I've never done a movie. So no, I'm not exactly experienced in that field." She rolled her eyes. Finally, before she died of old age, the little machine beeped, signalling that it had completed its task. Taking her full mug out from underneath the dispenser, the girl was about to speak when a voice echoed through the building. Timothee and Mariah whipped around at the source, their startled looks soon turning into smiles.

An overexcited man skipped happily towards them. "Today is the day!" Wes sang, letting out an excited squeak as he spotted the two. The ecstatic man made his way over to where they stood, stopping right in front of them with a giggle. "Are you guys ready?" He asked eagerly.

Timothee nodded. "As I'll ever be."

Mariah nonchalantly sipped her coffee. "We've been practicing all night." Everyone in earshot snapped their heads toward the three, and suddenly everyone was listening to their conversation.

Timothee shut his eyes tight and tilted his head back, laughing awkwardly. "W-we didn't." He reassured. "We didn't." He said loud enough so everyone could hear, looking around at their knowing giggles. He even spotted one man give a five dollar bill to another. Mariah, on the other hand, took another sip of her coffee, completely blissful and completely unbothered.

Wes sighed contently, placing his hands on either one of their shoulders. "I love this friendship. I love you two." He smiled, looking in between them. "Let's hope you're professional enough and this scene doesn't ruin it!" And with that, he skipped away just as happily as when he had arrived.

Mariah, amused, cocked an eyebrow as she watched the director gleefully check in with the camera crew, then turned her head toward Timothee. She found he was already looking back with a face full of playful disappointment."Nice joke."

The girl grinned. "It's fun seeing you like that, all cute and awkward."

He made a mocking face, then uncrossed his arms and stood up straight. "Let's see how awkward you'll be when you're pretending to blow me." And with that, the boy walked away, leaving Mariah with a stunned look and a lukewarm cup of coffee.

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"I definitely expected worse." She shoved a handful of skittles into her mouth, her speech now muffled by the candy. Mariah and Tom were having a movie night at her house, a tradition that'd been consistent ever since they became friends years before. Pretty in Pink was currently playing on the flatscreen — and no, it wasn't her choice.

Tom shushed her, pointing at the television excitedly. "Look look!" And he proceeded to explain what was going to happen in the scene, despite Mariah already knowing, since he's forced her to watch it until she knew the script by memory.

The girl continued on with the story as if her friend hadn't even said a word. "You know, I thought it'd be really awkward at first, but then he started to kiss me and-" She slumped against the back of the couch, shutting her eyes and reliving the moment.

Tom had been doing an exceptionally good job at pretending to listen to her. He really took advantage of his acting skills, because frankly, he didn't want to hear about her and Timothee.

Timothee this, Timothee that. Timothee can go fu-

"The rest came so naturally, my nerves all went away and I was ready to do however many takes they wanted." The girl had been rambling about her day at work today with her costar, and had not shut up about it since she got home. Words kept gushing out of her mouth to no end. But once she started going into grave detail about his lips and where his hands had touched her body, Tom finally had the courage to speak up.

"Okay, as much as I love hearing about your day of having play sex," He remarked sarcastically. "I really want to watch the movie." Annoyance was evident in his voice and Mariah was definitely taken aback at first, but soon snatched the remote from his hand. Despite his best efforts to get it back, the girl clicked the pause button and a young Molly Ringwald froze on screen.

"What is wrong, Tom?" She asked, genuinely concerned. "You've been acting odd."

He looked straight ahead at the TV, averting eye contact, but ultimately shook his head. "Nothing. Just, girl problems.." He saw his friends eyes widen and immediately regretted his word choice. He braced himself for what was coming.

"A girl!" She shrieked excitedly.

Tom shut his eyes and whispered to himself. "This is what I was afraid of." Mariah had scrambled off of the couch and next to Tom on the floor where he sat in a matter of seconds. She eagerly looked at him, waiting for the Brit to reveal all of the details about this 'mystery girl.' He seriously contemplated thinking up an entire story about a make-believe woman, but eventually decided it'd be best to just tell her the truth. After all, what could he lose? Oh that's right, just his best friend. Not a big deal. "Well, actually..." He started with utmost confidence. And just as he thought he'd be able to finally speak what was on his mind, the doorbell rang.

Tom heaved a sigh of despair, feeling that every opportunity he'd get to speak to her about it would evaporate. Mariah looked over his shoulder at the door, then placed her hands on his knees. "When I get back, you're going to tell me everything. Not one single detail will be left out. Got it?" He obliged with a nod and a smile, but sensed that something would be interrupting their conversation.

Mariah stood from the ground and made her way towards the front of the house, slippers scuffling against the wood floor. The girl pressed her eye up against the peephole of her door, and her mouth suddenly went dry. "Shit." She quickly brushed her pajama pants to rid any dust particles and looked into a mirror that was hung up on the wall, checking to see if her hair looked disgusting. It did. "Oh whatever." She muttered, silently scolding herself for not washing her hair today as she finally opened up.

As she swung the door open, an anxious smile hung on her lips, as behind the wooden door was a curly-headed boy that stood with a grin.

This was Tom's worst nightmare.