So, here I go again…being intrusive on the actor's lives and such. I'm kind of a terrible person. However, I'm really intrigued by the idea of Sam Earle and Aislinn Paul together.

I in no way, shape, or form claim any of this to be non-fiction. I don't claim to know Aislinn's thoughts; or Sam's for that matter. I also don't own Degrassi. I'm just kind of doing this for fun.

I don't know if I want to make this a full-blown story, or just a one-shot. So, when you get to the end let me know what you think, pretty please.

Also, I'll be posting a new chapter of Rhythm of Love soon. You know those writers- they get an idea in their head and they just have to let it out. Usually I don't like to have two projects going on at once, but like I said, the idea intrigues me.

Anyway, I've rambled long enough. Here goes nothing:

I sat at the desk in my dressing room, trying to quickly go over the scene I was filming today a few times before I was actually in front of the camera, when I heard a light knock on my door.

"I didn't know you were on set today," Sam smiled fondly at me, leaning on the doorframe.

"I wasn't supposed to be," I grumbled, yawning.

"Someone is a happy camper."

"Just a little tired; not enough coffee. Come on in."

Sam needed no more prompting than that; he strode right over to the couch I kept in my room specifically for 'guests'.

"You're name wasn't on call, either. So, why are you here?"

"We had to rearrange the shoot times because of Munro's movie. He's the reason I'm here, and he's running late."

"The nerve of that boy," Sam feigned outrage, making me chuckle. It didn't matter what kind of mood I was in, when Sam came around he had the endless ability to make me laugh. There was just something about his wit that always sent me into fits of laughter that left me breathless and with a tummy ache. "There's the smile that lights up the world," Sam said, obviously proud that he had lightened the mood.

The funny thing about Sam and me was we were never good friends when our characters were romantically involved. But over the course of shooting season ten we have grown so close that I almost find it hard to believe that we had spent that much time with each other, but never realized how much we enjoyed the other's company. Sam was extremely intelligent, funny, and charming. Aside from Jordan and Munro, he was my very best friend on the set.

"Is there a specific reason you came to distract me from my preparations?" I asked him playfully.

"Ouch," Sam replied, placing his hand over his heart. "No wonder you always have a cup of coffee; you're bitter without it." I stared at him expectantly, waiting. "Fine, I saw your light on, and I wanted to come say hi. I haven't seen you in a while, and I missed you."

"I missed you, too. What's the real reason you're here?"

"Drat…foiled again. I'm bored. Entertain me, monkey!"

"Excuse me?"

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

I deliberated for moment before grabbing my script and hurling it at his head. "As long as you're here you might as well make yourself useful. Is running lines entertaining enough for you?"

He stuck his tongue out at me, rubbing the spot on his forehead where the script had landed. I simply shot him my best innocent smile.

"Fine…but only because you executed that head-shot wonderfully. Your aim has definitely improved."

"I have you to thank. If you weren't so annoying I wouldn't need to throw things nearly as much."

"You have a cold, cold heart."

I rolled my eyes, giggling. This was my favorite part of Sam's and my friendship- the banter. No matter how insulting we got both of us were able to walk away laughing. It was like we had an on-going battle of wits.

"Thank you. It matches my eyes."

"Touché," Sam laughed loudly. "So, where are we taking this thing from?" He was already skimming over the pages. I knew that after he had read it twice he would have both Eli's and Clare's part memorized. I envied him that; Sam was certainly an amazing actor, but nothing compared to his memorization talents.

"I was thinking we could start at the end and work our backwards," I told him, keeping my poker face intact.

"Funny."

"I thought so."

"From the beginning, then?" Sam asked, standing.

"Yes, please," I smiled thankfully at him, and walked over to him so I could glance at the script. I could feel Sam's eyes on me as I scanned for the moment I was looking for. "We'll stop here." I pointed to the place where Eli and Clare kiss, looking up at Sam.

A light blush rose to Sam's cheeks. "Saving the lip action for Munro?"

"Oh, yeah. He's just so dreamy," I joked. The entire cast liked to joke about Munro and me getting together because all the fan-girls seemed to want it so desperately.

"Do you ever miss doing scenes together?" Sam asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

"Yes, I do. I wish we had been closer back then," I admitted.

"Sam smiled. "Better late than never."

"Exactly! So, anyway, in the scene Eli just walked in on Fitz trying to seduce Clare. He's not happy, to say the least. Ready to go?"

"In a second."

I shot him a quizzical look, but Sam ignored me, walking over to the mirror. After a minute he turned to me and I saw that he had parted his hair so that it resembled the way they styled Munro's for Eli. I couldn't help but laugh.

"How do I look?"

"Sam…is that you? Or are you Munro? I can hardly tell the difference!"

"Good."

Then Sam arranged his face in an intense, brooding stare, and launched into the scene.

It took everything I had to stay in character. I wanted so badly to giggle, or break character in some other way, every time Sam opened his mouth to deliver another line. Everything he said was over dramatized, and I was just about to give up trying to be serious when the mood suddenly shifted. The scene was taking a more romantic feel, and Sam dropped his façade, meeting my eyes with sincerity. His joking demeanor had disappeared completely.

"Clare, please, we need to talk about this. I refuse to lose you over something as stupid as Fitz." Sam started walking closer to me, his tall frame looming over me. For a second I lost all sense of where I was. As soon as Sam started taking the scene seriously it was easy to see him transform into Eli. He really was talented, and I was lost in his performance.

He was almost doing a better job at the part than Munro…which was saying a lot.

"I don't want to lose you either, but I think it's best if we take a break. There is just so much both of us have to work out," I whispered.

Sam grabbed my hand, making my heart rate speed up. "Why can't we work everything out together?"

I paused for a moment, trying to get a handle on my spinning emotions. 'I'm just in character,' I told myself feebly. In reality, I knew that it was Sam proximity that was having a strange affect on me. Finally, I delivered my next line. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Well, then give me a chance to change your mind."

"How?"

Sam started to lean in on my line, and it caused my voice to be just above a whisper. This was supposed to be our stopping point, but Sam had either forgotten, or was just so into the scene that he didn't want to stop. I wasn't about to stop him…I didn't want to.

All I could see were those soft hazel eyes getting closer and closer until the lightest pressure of Sam's lips against mine overrode any other sensation in my body and mind.

The rhythm of our kiss was familiar, comfortable. Sam and I had kissed a few times on-screen as our characters, but it had never held this kind of urgency before. It was different, peculiar.

As Sam's lips moved against mine I felt my hands wrap themselves around his neck almost as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers tangled themselves in the chestnut hair at the nape of his neck, causing Sam to shiver lightly. I smiled into the kiss, and Sam's arms wound around my waist, pulling me closer to him. For a fleeting second I hoped that he would never let go.

However, a surprised voice from my doorway made Sam and I jump away from each other as if we had been caught doing something we shouldn't be- like we had been shocked.

"Um, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything…," Munro's eyes darted back and forth between Sam and me. I felt my cheeks grow hotter by the second. "We're needed on set, Aislinn."

I nodded at Munro, and then practically darted out of the room.

What the hell had just happened?

So, like I said, I don't know if I should make this stand alone, or continue the story. Let me know what you think, please. =)

Again, even though I know they will never see this, I apologize to Sam and Aislinn for making up stories about their personal lives.

Thanks for reading!