"Look bored. Look enraptured. Make me want to fuck you!"

Rose is yelling at me, bending my arms and twisting my hips into impossible positions. I shift where she puts me. I look aloof, smoldering, enraged, whatever she tells me to be. The harder I try to ignore the rough, stinking towel underneath my ass and the sand in my asscrack, the more I focus on the fact that she still hasn't called. Two hours into this too early morning shoot, ten hours since I left her apartment, twelve total since my unanswered text messages were sent.

Seth is covering me with buckets of sand, apologizing every time it gets in my mouth, trying not to look at my dick and blushing when I catch him looking. The sun is getting higher in the sky and I'm starting to sweat. The black hair dye feels like shoe polish and is running into my eyes, and the fake spray on tan is making my skin feel greased up and gross. My balls itch, I twitch, ruining another shot, and Rose screams at everyone. I wonder why she didn't use Jake for this shoot, instead up putting ten tons of shit on me to make me look like him.

Maybe I'm not the only one crossing the line with a friend.

Seth takes the wrong step, putting a shadow across my ass, and Rose smashes a ten thousand dollar camera against a rock. Leah hands her a new one, while Seth hides in the make up trailer. It's easy to destroy shit when you know something else is waiting in the wings.

Maybe that's why I did it. Alice's message, her apology, her promises. I didn't want to decide. I didn't want to deal with all the shit I'd said, and the shit she did. So I kissed my best friend.

Someone's cell phone starts to buzz, and Rose throws a light stand into the ocean. I know it's not mine. I can't stand John Mayer. Prick doesn't know how to just shut up and play music. Maybe I'm just jealous. I wonder what it would be like to make a living with my music instead of my naked ass, and fucking up my life with bad fucking choices.

Rose tells me to relax, to think of something beautiful, and all I see is chocolate brown eyes. Her flushed cheeks as she shuddered and squeaked. Remembered how soft and wet she was in my hand when she came. Angela.

I sigh at my slip, Rose ignores me, but Leah smirks. I freeze as my phone erupts into the open cords of Tom Waits' Black Wings. Two seconds later I'm running toward the make up trailer, while Rose flips out, but I don't care. Seth is there with my phone, smiling, as he holds it out.

I look at it, and see the display. Bella. I sigh and answer, might as well.

"Bella,"

"Jasper?"

"Angela?"

"Yeah, there was an accident. Bella-"

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, but my phone is in the toilet,"

"Sounds like a long story,"

"Yeah,"

"Tell me over lunch?"

"I can't wait."