"'Too Short'," I muttered, reading the title of the season 2 premier for my TV show "Dog with a Blog", "I can definitely relate to that."
"What'd you say?" asked Blake, who plays my older step-brother, from his seat on the couch. He was reading through the script with me in my trailer.
"Oh, just that I can relate," I said, waving around the script in my hands, prompting him, "Too short?"
"You're not too short, G," he shook his head, smiling at me. Blake's frequently amused by my girlie insecurities, and trust me, I have my fair share.
"Yeah, okay, Mr. Six-feet-tall," I rolled my eyes, "You're barely two years older than me and practically twice my size. Face it, I'm a troll."
"You're not a troll, G," he said, putting down his script and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, I'm not upset. Totally not bitter that I'm barely five foot and the president of the itty bitty titty committee and have to co-star with a fully grown hottie like you to boot. That's not annoying at all," I ranted, grouchily, "In fact, if anything it's an ego boost. I can't wait for 'Cesca to hit her teen years and overtake me, should be any day now."
"Woah," said Blake, "That was a lot of crazy you just spewed. First of all, you're gorgeous, okay? Second of all, you just said titty. Third of all, Francesca is not overtaking you in any department anytime soon, you've still got a couple of years on her."
"You think I'm gorgeous?" I ask, surprised.
"You think I'm a 'full-grown hottie'," he countered, blushing at his transgression.
"I didn't say I think that, necessarily, but there are people who do. Some of my friends think you're pretty cute," I back peddled.
"You mean hot. You said hot, not cute," he pointed out.
"You called me gorgeous," I reminded him.
"Whatever, you are gorgeous," he said, rolling his eyes, "This is a dumb conversation."