Author's Note: This is my interpretation of how Heather and Naya climbed to fame and the subsequent HeYa relationship—that will lead them to that final KISS. I'm trying to make this as real as possible, so if I missed out any details, remind/correct me in your reviews? Also would love to hear your ideas.

PROLOGUE

March 4, 2007

Sometimes I don't know why I'm doing this.

Sep 23rd, 2006

I'm in the middle of the rain, waiting for a cab, to take me to the Greyhound station.

The bags are heavy. I look up, and I see nothing but the water drops and dark sky.

Somehow my heart is pounding, although I don't know what to anticipate. It's not like everything's already sorted out once I get there, but I know I'm getting somewhere.

I'm going to LA.

March 4, 2007

I waited for more than three hours, and the girl next to me already glanced at me several times. I'm not quite sure whether it's a stare of intimidation, or just the fact that she's just as bored as I am. But I'll give it a go anyway, it's not like they'll be calling my name in five.

"Hi, I'm Heather." I extend my hand to be responded with a cocking eyebrow.

"Well, Hi.."

It wasn't probably a good idea.

"Naya." She pointed at herself, slightly shook my hand, and turn her face somewhere else.

I know I came from a humble place, and it probably shows, but I didn't think that this is how this city-this business-rolls. But I pull a smile anyway, to the empty air.

When I finished, I was told that I would be contacted if they're interested in me. It's the same old trick. They'd never. You have to bear through this anyway, that maybe the next one is your lucky break, and meanwhile you just have to stick with whatever you can have to survive.

I look myself on the mirror.

'You can do this, Hemo..'

I was putting on my mascara, and then the door behind me opened. The girl from the waiting room had changed clothes.

Hooters?

I know I haven't got lucky yet, but at least I teach contemporary dance for living between auditions. For a moment, I feel a little bit sorry for her, like, a girl like her should've got better chances. So once again, I pull a smile, and try to engage with her.

"Naya, right? How did it go?"

She darted her stare and replied with a faint smile, "Well, it was okay.. I gotta go, now. Bye."

And with that, she went. I look to the sink table, she left a jacket there. I took it, and shove it into my bag. Maybe if I'll meet her again someday at one of the auditions, she'll be nicer if I return this to her. Not that I care, anyway, but I feel a little bit down when I try to be nice to people and they don't reciprocate. I love making friends. One more won't hurt, right?

March 16, 2011

I was wrong. It did hurt. It really hurts when she's now sitting next to me, telling the world how awesome our characters are, and how they should go down together, where in reality she's dating that guy-chose him over me.

I can only hold my tears from falling, as my supposed-to-be BFF makes jokes about our characters. I somehow feel she's making a joke on us. If you really love them so much, and if you really love me, why won't you be with me?

January 12, 2011

"Naya, I.." I try to give her the flowers.

"Heather, no. We can't, okay? This," she pointed to my flowers, "this won't be good. We have our lives and our careers. Now as much as I want to be with you, I also want us to be more than a headline is US Weekly. Go.." Her voice is cracking.

"Go, away. You have Taylor, I have my boys. This is just how the universe suppose to work.. Okay? You get me? And what would our parents say?" She cries as she avoids my hug.

"But I love you, Naya, no one has to know. Please, just let me be. Please?"

March 17, 2007

"Dammit, that girl sure is hot!" I heard Jack screams like a punk. I do agree though, everyone in this room is perfect. I never went to such great party scene, I feel like such a loser. Today I just get called from one of my dance auditions-they said now I'm one of Beyonce's backup dancers. It should've been awesome, I'm wearing my most expensive top and shoes, but I still feel different from all this people.

Or maybe, not all of them.

Across the room, I can see her, the girl from the audition, dressed in green, with her pack of friends. I feel relieved somehow, knowing that maybe in this room, there are other people who feel like they don't belong-yet.

I know she's looking at me as well, and to my surprise, she smiles.

It took forever to get to her, and when I get there, she's back on her usual mood. I cough on this awkward situation, it's like she pretends that she doesn't know me. Well, she doesn't, but we met once-that counts, right?

Her friends are looking at me like I'm an intruder, while she looks like she just doesn't care. "Naya, you know her?"

"Well, she probably doesn't. I'm Heather, hi, I met you the other day in a toilet. I think you left your leather jacket, I kept it. When I saw you here, I just remembered you somehow." I save her from have to explaining.

She shifts awkwardly, "Oh yea, I think I did leave my jacket somewhere. Thanks for keeping it. So.."

"But no I didn't bring it now. So maybe we can meet some other time?" I smile while clutching my glass hard. I hope they didn't notice.

"Sure." She then took a piece of tissue paper and wrote on it with her lipstick. "It's my number. Text me your address so that I can come by?"

August 23, 2010

The doorbell rings. When I opened it, she slams her body onto mine.

The news is all over the place today, Mark went with another girl. It's been two days since the last time I heard from her.

"I've missed you."

"I know."

And with that, I dimmed the lights and led her to my bed.