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~~~x-You're Stuck With Me-x~~~

"Do you love me?" I asked, grasping Annie's hands. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, like she was appalled that I could ever ask such a question.

But the truth was, I wasn't sure if she felt the same anymore.

"You know I do, James." she exclaimed, pulling her hands away from me and stepping backwards onto the grass beside the front porch.

"You haven't been acting like it lately." I muttered, shoving my hands in my pockets and avoiding her gaze. She sighed, stepping back towards me,

"You know how my parents feel about us, but you also know how I feel about you." she said, pulling one of my hands out of my pocket and entwining her fingers with mine.

I looked at her, an idea forming, "Then, let's get married. Who cares what our parents think? Fuck them." I said.

"Very romantic." she rolled her eyes, yanking me down to sit on the steps beside her.

"I'm serious. Listen.. It could be like," before I could finish James' line, 'Annie's' lip curled up in distaste as she eyed our hands.

I couldn't help it, I sighed, completely ruining the scene.

~~~x-x~~~

"CUT!" Director Simpson yelled. Clare pulled her hands away in disgust, jumping up and wandering to the edge of the set.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked, confused. He shook his head.

"Not you. Clare, he's proposing, you can't look at him like he's a piece of shit."

"That's what he is!" Clare defended, eyeing me. I rolled my eyes, "Speaking of shit, did you happen to look in the mirror this morning? You've got bags under your eyes and your nose is all red." I taunted.

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a threatening step towards me, I smirked, egging her on.

Simpson stepped between us before she attacked me, holding his hands up, "Clare, go cool down. Eli, just stop." he ran a hand over his face, muttering, "You two will be the death of me." he turned back around, returning to his seat, blackberry in hand.

"Re-shoot in ten." he said, without looking up from his phone. I turned back to Clare, my smirk still in place.

She shook her head at me, "I fucking hate you, Eli." she hissed at me, before turning on her heels to start the walk to her dressing room.

When she was gone, my smirk vanished, "Yeah, I know, Clare. I know." I muttered, scuffing my boot on the fake grass.

That was the thing about Clare. She couldn't stand me, though I had no idea why. But that's also the thing about me, I'm in love with her.

Ever since we'd started shooting You're Stuck With Me six months ago, I'd been head over heels. But Clare made it very clear that just because our characters James and Annie were star-crossed lovers, didn't mean we were.

It was sad, really. Having to hide my feelings from her. I put up this front, making it seem like I hate her as much as she hates me.

But that's not the case.

"Yo, dude, what did you do to Clare?" Adam asked, knocking me out of my thoughts. He stood off to the side of the set, confusion was written all over his face.

"Why, is she going on one of her rampages?" I asked, anger in my voice. He sighed.

"Why can't you two just get along?" he asked.

"Look Adam, I know she's your best friend and everything, but Clare and I are never gonna get along. End of story." I said, talking a seat on the fake grass. He took a seat next to me, shaking his head.

"I used to be your best friend too. Remember? Back in High School? We were all best friends. Me, you, Clare, and.."

"Julia." I muttered.

"Yeah, then Julia died and you drifted off. When me and Clare signed onto this show, we had no idea you were on it. We hadn't seen you since we were sixteen. All Clare and I knew was that you were some big shot who started writing depressing ass songs that make girls swoon.."

"What is the point in this conversation, Adam?" I cut him off.

"The point is, what happened?"

"Hard life?" I tried. He seemed angry with this answer.

"Bullshit. We've all had a hard life, don't even start with that." he said, shaking his head angrily. He stood up and walked away, mumbling a few curses at me under his breath.

"Eli! What are you doing on the ground? Your pants are going to get all dirty! Get up! Get up!" one of the annoying wardrobe designer's yelled at me. I sighed and stood up. Clare walked out her dressing room. She had plenty of makeup on to cover her bags and red nose.

"Are you guys going to be mature, for once, and get along?" Simpson asked, giving us each a hard look.

I shrugged, "Sure. As long as she keeps her claws in." I shot Clare a smirk. She scoffed, throwing her curls back.

For a second, I remembered high school, when Clare and I were friends. And when she would toss her hair in the very same way as we talked.

Then she said, "Whatever, Eli. Grow the hell up." and the memories vanished. She wasn't the same anymore.

And I had no idea why.

And as we were re-shooting the scene, and Simpson was yelling at us both to act like we were in love, I caught her eye, and for a moment, a smile touched her lips. Then it was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving me more confused than ever.

~~~x-The End-x~~~

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