La...la...la. Enjoy.


It wasn't supposed to happen to them. This feeling they were feeling. After all, they were just friends right? Just friend and nothing more. This kind of shit, Liz only expected it to happen to Ariana, not her and Avan. Because Ariana's life always needed to be dramatic.

"It's okay, Liz," Avan spoke, his eyes right on her. "You really have no reason to freak out."

She breathed heavily, her chest going up and down, as she looked at his messy hair and slightly askew shirt. Did she really just do all that?

"That's what you say now." Liz breathed hard. "But… it happened and there's not a damn thing we can do about it."

He looked at her, his hands on his waist, and said nothing. She just looked away and forced herself to sit on the couch, her legs crossed, her hand in her hair, playing with the strands.

A knock soon came on the door, and Avan's best friend (and Liz's close friend) stuck her head in the door. She looked at the state the both of them were in and her eyes widened. "Whoa…something the matter guys?"

And just like that, it seemed like everything was okay. Liz and Avan shared a look before jumping up and putting on (fake) cheery smiles, Liz smoothing out her shirt and Avan fixing his hair.

"Nope!"

"Nothing's wrong!"

Though Victoria didn't really believe any of that. She just told them they were expected on set in about ten minutes, and then left the room, closing the door behind her.

And that was when they had almost gotten caught.

Liz and Avan just stared at the door a moment, before looking at each other.

Liz realized his shirt. Was. Off. The fuck? When did he manage to do that?

"When did you take your shirt off?"

"Like, a second ago." He shrugged, her eyes lingering over the tattoo that was always covered when they were filming. Damn the make-up artists for taking away something so fucking hot.

She just stared at him, breathing heavily almost like she was going to pounce at any moment. He looked back at her, expecting her to make the move first.

But she didn't.

Instead, she blinked, and grabbed the doorknob. His hand on top of hers soon after stopped her before she got very far, and he just looked at her.

"Don't leave just yet."

"We have seven minutes." She told him, realizing then that they literally spent three whole minutes of their lives staring at each other… and possibly drooling a bit. Not that it was a waste to them or anything.

"Yeah, they can wait." He said, before he pushed her against the door, trapping her with both sides on either side of her. He then looked at her lips, and then up to her blue eyes. And without another word, he attacked her, kissing her feverishly as she began to kiss him back, just as intensely.

He was going to kill her someday.

And she was going to kill him.

But they really didn't give a damn.

A knock came on the door again, starting Liz to the point where she hit her teeth against his, causing him to groan—and not in the good way.

She gave him a sheepish smile, before turning and opening the door, only to reveal her best friend and… her brother?

"Ariana, George? Why are you here?"

"Mom wanted me to tell you both to stop making out," Her brother smirked, causing Liz's cheeks to go pink, which—for some strange reason—went unnoticed by Ariana.

"Guys! They need you on set! So hurry your ass up!" Ariana cried, grabbing Liz's wrist and dragging her with her, as she looked back helplessly at her brother and Avan who just laughed, well her brother was, Avan was more like smirking and shaking his head.

"Ari! Let me go!" She yelled and stopped suddenly causing Ariana to fall to the ground, and turn towards her, a glare on her pretty face.

"I actually had something to tell you… we're like two minutes away from being needed on set.

So, she and Avan had been making out for five minutes straight? Well, all right then.

"And that is?" Liz demanded impatiently. But who could really blame her, Ariana just dragged her away from an amazing make-out session with her… well, friend with benefit? They didn't really label what they were exactly quite yet.

"Party later. You, me, Avan, Matt, and Liz…"

"I'm Liz…"

"Right…so then you're brother because I said this exact same thing to him like two minutes ago. Forgive me for forgetting who I was speaking to." Ariana glared at her and Liz rolled her eyes.

"Just get to the point."

"Meet me at my house at 7. We leave then." And with that, Ariana walked away from her.

See? Always so dramatic with her.

Liz just rolled her eyes and looked around for a moment, before walking back to the dressing rooms where she found her brother still in hers.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him as she went to grab her script. "Don't you have friends in LA yet you can go bother?"

Her brother shook her head, "I love my big sister, therefore, I must bother you."

"I think Frankie's here… go bother him. I've got to go to set." And with that, she left the room, but not without passing by her brother and flicking his head with her finger.

"Ow! Liz!"

And all he heard as she walked down the hall was her signature laugh.

But before she could get to set, she felt her arm being pulled Avan, pulling her towards him, his lips on hers a moment later.

Okay… well that was random.

She looked down and realized she had dropped her script, damn it.

She broke the kiss and looked at him, "Whyyyyyy?"

He smirked, "it's fun."

"Yeah but…" She then realized something. They were out in the open… where anyone could see them.

"I know what you're thinking," He said, and she looked at him. "That if anyone sees us, we're in deep shit."

"Good observation." But curse him for knowing her so well.

"So… I think we can just say we're 'rehearsing'."

"For what? Our characters broke up."

"True." He nodded a moment later, agreeing. "So…I guess then we're pretty much fucked."

"Good job, Avan!" Liz gave him a mock-pat on his shoulder, a not-so-genuine-smile on her face. And then—even though it really wasn't like her—she began to panic. "Oh my god, everyone will think I'm a whore!"

"No…no one will think that at all." Avan assured her. "Just relax."

"I…" She blinked, picking up her script, she turned around. "I have to go. I'll see you on set."

And that was when things got way more complicated.

She saw Ariana on the living room set, and ran towards her. Ariana smiled and threw her arm around her shoulder, almost like she was drunk.

"Suppp?" She asked, stretching out the word, her lips popping at the end. "You look kinda upset… or distracted…or both. What's on your mind, friend?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. Just tired." Liz lied, giving her a (fake) reassuring smile.

"Good, because tonight we party." Ariana said, pumping her fist in the air in a celebratory manner. "So, get whatever's making you distracted out of your head because we are going to have fun."

"Yeah." Liz said as she caught Avan's eye from across the room. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."

Ariana grinned, "That's what I like to hear."

And that was when the guilt settled in.