Ryder paced back and forth across her front porch, awaiting her boyfriend's final goodbye. She 'd imagined it playing out just like an airport scene out of a stereotypical romantic movie. Suitcases would already be packed into the trunk of the taxi and she'd only have 5 more minutes to spare before she needed to be in the car, headed for the big city of NYC to spend the summer interning at a recording studio that her father's dear friend, Harvey Barren owned. She'd be a minute passed the scheduled time to depart, and her driver would insist that they needed to leave immediately in order to make her 9:30 flight, but she would plead for another moment in hope that he would show. After another several minutes, she'd be disappointed and reluctantly get into the cab, making sure to slouch in her seat to express her frustration of her boyfriend's absence. And just as the wheels would begin to roll away, the driver would sense a something behind them and peer into his rear view mirrors. She'd look too and see the outline of a shadowy figure, becoming more clear as it ran after them. The tightly sculpted physique of her boyfriend, Stefano, would be exposed in the dim moonlight. Before the driver would have the chance to stop, she would have jumped out of the car, closing the distance between them. He'd catch her in his arms and she would indulge herself in his muscly grip,coaxing brown eyes and Aqua di Gio cologne one last time. One of her hands would be tangled in his thick black lox, her fingers getting sticky from the freshly applied hair jell, while the other would be around his neck yet her fingers would be grasped around her flight ticket in fear that it might get lost. She would be excited for this new opportunity she'd been given, but part of her wouldn't want to go, because just like the women in those romance movies, she could be convinced to stay with just four words uttered from her boyfriend's lips: "Don't leave just yet." and of course, a lingering kiss.

Stevie plopped herself down on the hammock parallel to Ryder's front door, where she carefully studied Ryder's every move while she swayed in a repetitive, rocking motion.

"He'll be here.", Stevie reassured her. "There's no way he wouldn't say goodbye, Ry."

Ryder stopped pacing momentarily. "You don't know that.", She retorted, continuing with her nervous march. A frustrated hand moved through her perfectly parted hair "What if he doesn't? What if I'm just left waiting here?"

Stevie opened her mouth, as if to say something witty and uplifting, but something made her train of thought come to a halt. It was a noise, a car in fact. "Is that…?", Her voice trailed off as she awaited for the figure to reveal them-self.

Ryder's anxiety had gone through the roof in a matter of moments. She was so nervous to say goodbye to him that her palms were sweaty and she'd felt like she couldn't breathe. But as she stared at the figure that was gradually approaching, she'd noticed, it wasn't the guy she'd expected to see. "Carson", she called out into the darkness.

An alluring young man with chocolate orbs and lush curly locks stepped out from the dark , reassuring her suspicion. "Is this a bad time?", He inquired.

She immediately froze in her tracks. This couldn't be true.

She felt her heart skip a beat as he made his way towards her. It was really Carson. The boy that had previously broken her heart just a few months earlier and abruptly disappeared without a single word. He'd come back and was standing right in front of her, on her felt the tears coming, and it took all her strength to restrain them from reaching her exterior. She couldn't allow herself to cry for him anymore. She had to show that she was strong even though she was dying on the inside.

Her mind was racing. What was she going to say to him? She'd always though of possible scenarios if she'd ever find herself having another encounter with him, but now that he was less than 5 feet away from her, she was rendered speechless. "What..", She finally started, her voice cracking in the process. Clearing her throat, she began again. "What are you doing here?"

"I know this is sudden. And you don't have any reason to listen to me after all I put you through, Ryder. But I'm just asking for you to hear me out." He pleaded with her, his eyes capturing hers with just a glance.

She forced herself to look away but kept quiet, indicating that he could continue.

"I know that it was wrong of me to leave", He began, taking a step closer to her with each word spoken from his lips. "I know that I hurt you and that I can possibly make up for it. I made a huge mistake. And if you feel that you just need to leave for New York to find something better, by all means, go. I never deserved someone as amazing as you,Ry." He was now so close to her, they could practically feel each other's hearts racing. "But before you do, I want to tell you that I love you, and I couldn't be more sorry for everything that I put you through. I regret it everyday. And I need to let you know that the only reason I left was because I was scared, I was scared of the way you make me feel and where we were heading. And I know that I may be too late, and you may have already moved on, but I just had to let you know." His words were genuine, she knew it from his disposition. He couldn't ever hide anything from her, which only made this so much harder. All she wanted to do now was jump back into his arms and tell him that everything was going to be the same as before. But it wasn't.

Stevie watched them in complete awe. She'd never anticipated this, but not that the scene was unraveling in front of her, she was more anxious then ever. The two of them had so much chemistry, you could feel it in the air.

"Come on. Come on. COME ON!", she thought, waiting for Ryder's reaction.

Ryder took a moment to process everything. Was this really happening? Or was this some sick hallucination illuminated by the inner workings of her deepest desire? It was true that she wanted him more than anything, but she couldn't find herself to take him back.

"Yes.", was her final answer. "You are too late.", She whispered in a barely audible tone, glancing away from him and towards Stevie.

"NO. NO. NO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU DUMB GIRL!", Stevie shouted in her mind, watching them intensely. Although she hadn't said a word, Ryder knew exactly what she was thinking from her facial expression.

Ryder returned her attention to his visage. "I know I may come to regret this in the future, but I just can't be with you anymore, Car." She cleared her throat once more, feeling the tears she fought so hard to stay in, escape.

He grabbed the back of her head, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "No.", he said softly, shaking his head. "This can't be over. We're not over." A tear rolled town his face, and he could feel his throat go dry.

"Carson.", She mumbled, taking his hands off of her. "Stop.", She demanded. "This was over the moment you walked out that door without a even months after I knew you were gone for good, I still waited for you. But then, I found someone else. Some that cares for me, and some I know that would never ever break my heart..like you did. So don't come back and say that this isn't over, because it is. You did this to yourself."

"Well then he's a lucky guy,Ryder. I wish you two nothing but the best.", Carson half smiled, the best he could do to disguise his broken heart.

She looked away. She couldn't stand being in his presence for another moment. It hurt way more than it should have. "I should go. My flight leaves soon." She brushed past Carson and made her way to the taxi.

"Do you love him?", He called after her.

"Why are you doing this now, Carson?" She retorted, turning around. "Leave it alone. You said you would."

"Just tell me that you love him, as much as you loved me, and I'll leave you alone for good."

"I… ", she started, but she couldn't get herself to finish. She had no more words to say.

At that moment, Stefano ran out of his car and over to Ryder. "I'm sorry I'm late, babe."

Carson stood there waiting for the answer he wasn't sure she'd give. "Ry?"

She didn't know what to do. She knew who she truly loved, but she didn't want to love him. She needed him to be out of her life so she could move on.

"baby, Why are you crying?", Stefano inquired, wiping her tears.

Ryder took a deep breath, taking a long look at Carson, and then Stefano, smiling as best as she could. "I just love you so much, Stefano…more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life, and I'm going to miss you more than anything."

A big smile formed on his lips. "I love you too, Ry." He retorted and then kissed her, passionately.

Carson could feel his heart breaking as he watched her love someone else. He couldn't stand being there to spectate them, so he did the only thing he was good for: He left. And this time, for good.

"AND CUT!", the director yelled, clapping his hands. "That was absolutely beautiful. Love the energy. Let's take one more and then we'll call it a night. "

"Thanks boss.", Nick smiled and re-positioned himself in the set car. "Oh Selena?", he called out.

"Hmm?" Selena asked, quite annoyed with his commentary during the past few days of shooting

"Try to be more into the scene. I felt like I was acting with a statue.", He stated. "A little more feeling would be nice!"

She was so irritated with him at this point that she was ready to pull her hair out. "Yes. Anything for you, Mr. Jonas.", She nodded, a fake smile rushing to the surface to disguise her obvious annoyance. "Could he be more vain?", she thought.

"Don't worry about him.", Taylor said. "I thought you did great.", He flashed her one of his heart-winning grins and gave her a flirtatious wink.

She blushed as a huge smile formed between her cheeks. "Thanks.", she said. "You did pretty well yourself."

He watched them for the set car, and grew slightly angry for their lack of professionalism. "You know if you're going to flirt go do that outside. We're working on a Movie here. Let's be professional."

"My god. He's going to be a nightmare!" Demi exclaimed, rubbing her head from the migraine that was forming with each of Nick's abusive remarks.

"He already is", Selena mumbled.

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