Will"Jay!" I waved my script in his face. "Dude, why is everything blank after my name? Am I just standing there or what?" I yawned and gave my head a shake. After last night's dinner, I was emotionally and physically spent, not only was I trying to corral all my clients via keeping in touch with email, but I still had conference calls with tour managers for Zane, not to mention butt loads of amounts of all the other shit that I had to take care of for AD2 and their new merchandising ventures.Add yet there I was.On set.In Hell.And apparently with a blank script.Ang and I had shared two words since carpooling to set that morning. I said hello, she said, it's early.Okay so that was three.Wordlessly, I'd made coffee.She'd poured us our cups, adding sugar to mine.We were a pair.Both of us on lockdown since we'd sung together, since I'd jumped in after her in the freaking ocean.Since I'd agreed to not only be on set but be in the movie for reasons I still couldn't
Angelica"I can't do this anymore." I hung my head and rested it in my hands. Gem grabbed some light lip-gloss and forced me to sit up so she could spread it across my lips. "It's too hard, it feels too real." I choked back a sob and closed my eyes while Gem finished up."This is based on true events, right?" Gem asked.I opened one eye. "Yes.""But you never had that conversation in the last scene with Will?"I squirmed, "We had something similar, a few years ago, back when..." I didn't say it. I didn't want to. "Back when things were bad."She nodded and dropped the gloss back onto the table then put her hands on her hips. "It feels real because it was your life, it is your life, and your past is suddenly now in your life." She reached for my hands.For some insane reason I let her take them. She squeezed. And tears welled behind my stupid eyes again."You're reliving your past through different eyes." She spoke slowly. "Realizing things that maybe you've never thought abou
WillShe'd run off set. Taken an Uber back to the house. And hadn't spoken to anyone all day.I knew she was in her room because of the lack of door and suddenly felt like an even bigger ass because she couldn't suffer in privacy.And what made matters worse was I was thankful that she wasn't locked in the bathroom because I couldn't do it again, I couldn't barge in on her and see her doing drugs."What the hell are you doing?" I roared while Ang stumbled toward me, slinking her dress up so she showed so much thigh I almost saw her underwear. "Ang! What are you doing?" She rubbed her eyes and shrugged, "I was tired, all right? So I snorted some coke, it's no big deal, plus we can drink more."I steadied her on her feet. "Ang it is a big deal, drugs are a big deal, who gave you this shit?""Problem?" Andrew came up to the door, "The guys want to get the party started, looking good Ang." I hated their relationship, loathed it actually.She gave me a guilty look."Give us a mi
AngelicaI ran away.Again.This time to the bathroom instead of my doorless room.I was too confused to keep crying.Too tired from such an emotional day to even ask what the guy meant when he said he couldn't be my friend yet needed to be my everything.And a small part of me wanted to run back into his arms and offer him all that I had and see if he'd bite. See if he'd at least be tempted.But I had nothing to offer.Except a dirty past.A shaky present.An unknown future.And guys like Will, they deserved the good girls, the ones with no demons chasing them down, the ones with no scars from needles. The ones who weren't constantly showering in an effort to clean the sins away.I started the shower.And peeled the wet clothes from my body.The bathroom door jerked open.Will stood there, shirtless. His intense gaze moved over my skin like he was caressing me with his eyes. I didn't cover up. There was no point. Because I wasn't a girl who was ashamed of the current
WillAng was even more silent than normal when she walked into the living room, her hair was a wet messy knot on the top of her head, and once again I was gifted with the girl I remembered.No makeup.An oversized T-shirt.And a pair of sweats I could have sworn I'd noticed missing from my room two nights ago when I did a load of laundry."Those mine?" I pointed at the black Under Armour sweats and waited for her to deny it.Instead, she shrugged a shoulder and said, "Maybe.""So you're stealing from me now?""Borrowing," she corrected. "If I stole them, that would mean that I left the house with them with the sole purpose of keeping them for myself." She rubbed her nose and sat cross-legged on the couch, barely hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand. "All right, we have to be on set in a few hours, so spill."I suddenly forgot everything I was going to say.And I had no idea why.I was better than this.I was an agent for God's sake. I knew the words, I was older than
Will"You look like crap," Ang said handing me a cup of coffee before swiping my keys off the counter. "I can drive.""You can drive?"This was news to me. The girl never drove. Why drive when someone could drive you and you could drink in the back seat of the limo? It was something that had always bothered me about her, the fact that she didn't really have a license, I mean she could figure it out as good as anyone but she was too lazy to go in and take a damn test."Don't worry, I won't kill us." She gave me a sly wink before tucking her hair under another one of her baseball caps and opening the door to the house, locking it behind us.Who was this person?She unlocked the Rover and jumped in. The sky was a clear inky black, stars scattered all around. The breeze was frigid. If we had to go in the ocean today I was going to kick Jay's ass.Again.Or at least threaten to.I quickly turned on the heated seats and watched in shock and a little bit of awe as Ang moved the mir
AngelicaI hadn't seen Will all day.But I had heard about the drama that went on between him and Jaymeson, and I wasn't the only one who was suffering for it. Every actor on set was ready to quit by the time the day was done. I'd never been yelled at more in my entire life.Apparently, Jamie Jaymeson had a temper.Who knew?Nobody could do anything right, he was angry at the rain, angry that the ocean didn't look blue enough, and when it was time to film the cast party scene all he did was complain that we weren't trying hard enough.I think even Linc was getting irritated.About two hours in, and Pris, his gorgeous and perfect wife strolled on set with Linc's girlfriend Dani. She took one look at the tension, grabbed his megaphone, and yelled. "Take lunch."Jaymeson opened his mouth to argue.Then Pris grabbed it again and said, "One hour."Jaymeson kicked the sand.I tried not to smirk, but it was hard. Huh, who knew he was such a softy when it came to his wife. A pang
WillI was surrounded by clothes, costumes, makeup, and basically another version of Hell and yet I couldn't wipe the grin from my face.She'd always had a beautiful voice, angelic, and it always pissed me off that she never shared it with the world, that acting was more important when she could have made a killing on Broadway. The only song she ever agreed to sing was Lighthouse the one song that when I recorded it for my own solo release...She had been too busy getting high to lay down the tracks.It had become a thing.The tardiness.Losing weight.Losing interest.Losing the light behind her eyes.And I hated that she refused help as if nothing was wrong with what she was doing.And I still didn't know why.I knew there was pain there, I knew there was misery, but why self-destruct? Why not let the people you love help you?I shook away the morose thoughts as I put on a way-too-tight white T-shirt that should be illegal in most states, right along with skinny jeans a