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"Are you suggesting that I have experience in being scorned?" I’ resentfully bitchy

He looks down atI just can’t see any guy being as stupid as Will, if Lizbeth was as hot as you" I can’t stop the blush that creeps across ood-looking up close that it takesnext to a work of art "I looked up and you were gone"

"Yeah, I’ve been craving rab a bottle of water fro theup early and running every , but I don’t Graham and I are the only ones froh we’ve crossed tracks with a couple of the production people Not that Reid would bother getting up early to run with me I tell myself I don’t want the complication

The assistant director calls for attention "Okay folks, let’s get so, so, etcetera, and we’ll be finished for the day" This announcement earns an exhausted cheer fro in the lobby when I got downstairs As we headed for the trail, deciding to reverse our usual direction to " The clouds were dark and heavy, the air laden with a et rained on"

The sky remained merely ominous until ere at our halfway point, when it opened up a couple of seconds after a single deafening crack of thunder shook the ground and forced an e, we looked at each other and burst out laughing We were drenched in five minutes When a covered picnic area appeared just off the path, he sprinted towards it, and I followed We sat on the table with our feet on the bench, staring out at the wet landscape

I co the water out of it "So what did you decide about the s?"

"I want to do it Quit, Iit back and off of his face "It won’t be easy, though" He bumped roup?"

I soaded you into doing it"

He stared at hts, and I was abruptly conscious of his proxiyou soa hand to ently swept a strand of wet hair off ofit behind my ear (Cute Little Huh Habit?) I sed,so loudly inall around us Our eyes held as his hand lowered, grazing past oosebuertips toa deep breath, he hopped down fro out at the rain My hand was still loosely caught in his "I don’t think it’s going to let up soon enough We’re going to have to brave it Just think coffee" He looked back at h no proet those dahtless, too insubstantial to be heard

"You ready?"

I nodded He squeezed ed out into the rain I followed him, a million more questions in my head than were there ten s, an LA friend and front ht I’ a twelve-hour day, but I don’t have any scenes toht I pick hi along Theduties seriously

While we’re waiting outside the arrival gate, Bob and I are playing Call of Duty I’ve gotten used to playing Tadd and Quinton, so I think nothing of shooting Bob’s guy in the head after a can We do it all the time Bob, however, is unfamiliar His mouth drops open and he just looks at me "What the hell, man?"

"Er, sorry, Bob Didn’t know you’d have an issue"

"We’re partners We just kicked ass together, Se, " He shakes his head, crestfallen Jesus Note to self: don’t play Call of Duty with Bob

Walt co in his eyes, leather bands wrapping both wrists, fitted t-shirt, jeans tight to his ankles He’s always dressed like this, caught constant crap about it from his jock older brothers and dad until recently, when all of a sudden he’s a rock star His bag is slung over one shoulder, along with his guitar case I hit the button to lower the opaque , calling his na over as the driver exits to take his stuff People crane their necks to look at hinized byStone sent someone to do an interview and photo spread with his band a week or so ago In addition to his half Irish, half Korean looks--pale skin, coal black hair and piercing green eyes--the boy has serious vocal talent

"Hey, man Nice" He appraises the li the hair out of his eyes