Chapter Ten
Alessandra
Is it safe to enter the trailer? -Bestie
He was ridiculous. For one, he really did put his name in my phone as “Bestie.” I knew it was him because none of my other friends would do that. Two, he was being dramatic about coming in the trailer. I was over the hard days of my perioditis, so I was back to being normal. Aside from bleeding. I couldn’t help the little smile from forming as I fired off an answer.
Depends. Think you can handle the beast?-Alessandra
His reply was instant.
I handle the beast in my pants all the time. I think I can handle the one in yours. -Bestie
He opened the door shortly after I read that, and I couldn’t do anything but giggle.
“Really? You are something else.” He sat in his chair, and I started prepping his face.
“Yeah, but I’m growing on you.” He smiled, and all I could think was, he was right. He was growing on me. Which I guess wasn’t so bad. He could have taken advantage of me, the way I threw myself at him like I did. Or even give me shit about it,but he wasn’t holding it against me. I didn’t really know what was happening, but I realized I could let him in a little.
“Jenson can’t stop telling his friends that he met you the other day.” Meeting his idol was a big deal. He really had been over the moon since then.
“He was a cool dude. You’re doing well with him.” I felt my insides warm, hearing him say that. I tried really hard to be a good mom to him. Whenever someone told you that you weren’t failing miserably as a parent, it made you feel really good. Especially when you’re doing it on your own.
“Thanks.”
“So I was thinking, I have some friends coming to my house during our weekend off filming. You two should come down, and chill with us,” he asked very casually. Like it was every day he asked his makeup artist and her son to stay at his house.
“Um, I’m not sure about that. Don’t wanna cramp your style or anything, having a teenager around.” Most adults didn’t wanna party with a kid around, and those that did were up to no good. I would pass.
“It’s nothing like that. Killian and Livia are like family. He’s a truck driver, and she is his girlfriend. We are gonna pretty much surf, eat, and chill the whole weekend.”
I heard him, but I was still coming to grips on the thought that Joel was more than just a manwhore, or someone that liked to flaunt his money, and fame. If I was being honest, he wasn’t like that at all. I’d known him almost two months, and he had yet to do anything that would make him seem like a pompous ass, aside from our initial encounter.
“I’ll think about it.” I’m pretty sure I was going to say no, but at least I was trying to be better when it came to him. He wasn’t a monster.
“Anything I can do to help make that ‘think about it’ into a ‘yes’?” He looked at me and smiled. That smile was starting to make little butterflies flap in my stomach.
“Yeah, be quiet and let me do my job.” I smirked, and he closed his eyes and shut up. Stupid cute actor.
I finished his makeup and then he moved onto wardrobe before jumping on the set. Today was going to be a little different than the others. Today he would not be the main man on set—Lana Hamleia, the Hawaiian princess, was making her debut on the stage for the first time. They would be shooting a scene where Lana would see Luc in her dreams.
Nineveh Presley would be playing the princess, and I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet. She didn’t have to show up until today, since they hadn’t been filming her scenes. But now I was a little curious what she was like.
I’d never heard of her, until this movie. She was an up-and-coming actress, not a known player like Joel.
About a half hour into filming a beautiful woman, who looked like a biracial goddess, walked onto the set. She was wearing a beat-up night gown, that barely covered her slight frame. Her hair was gorgeous! It was a golden color, much like her tan skin, but was wild. I had total hair envy right now. Mine was mostly straight with a few waves here and there. Nineveh had a mix of tight and loose curls flowing behind her as she walked over to a shitty-looking bed. She lay down against the pillow, and Joel stood off to the side, waiting to rush to her in dreamland.
“Okay, Nineveh, remember, you are sleeping fitfully. Then you dream of Luc. And…Action!” Leighton started rolling and the action did begin.
It was mesmerizing to watch her in the scene; she was very talented. This movie was going to be her big break. I just knew it. God, I hoped she wasn’t a bitch.
“Luc, you’re here? But how?” She raced into Joel’s arms, and he held her close. They were intertwined for a few minutes before moving to the bed so he could hold her while she talked to him about her day, and then fell asleep.
All-too-familiar feelings churned in my stomach when he held her and was so soft to her. It was so natural to him. And I kinda sort of—but would never say out loud—may be feeling a tinge of jealousy. Which was dumb, because I really didn’t want to have him that way.
God, did I?
Was he already working his way under my skin? I’d acknowledged the attraction, but was there a little more to this now? He was nice, and caring, funny, quick-witted, and wasn’t too bad to be around.
