A/N: Chapters will relate to the summary later on,


Camille just entered the Palmwoods lobby. She turned around as she heard a high pitched voice call out. "Oh, you look so pretty with you hair like that," the probable fake smile plastered on the blonde Jennifer's face faded as Camille gave her a hard look. She assumed directly that it wasn't a compliment. Or maybe it was, but she just didn't mean it. The brunette actress gently rolled her eyes as she passed the arrogant snobs on her way back to her apartment. She caught several people staring at her, some wondering what was changed about her, and others just checking her out.

"It's a new girl, nice." said a voice she could recognize anywhere, the man she was looking for. She turned around to face him, his dark eyes widened for a split second as he opened his mouth to say something. "Ca-ca-cam," Carlos stuttered, from behind she looked different. Since he was used to seeing her with long curling hair, he didn't expect to see her hair falling to her mid back. She looked so. . . pretty. My, even if she was a girly-girl, she looked more feminine in one way or another.

Camille smiled warmly. "Yes, it's me. Cacacam." she laughed.

"What'd you do to your hair!" he exclaimed, clearly taken by surprise. His fingers twitched as if he was ready to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. He stared at her flowing locks, as he moved closer to the brunette. She curled her hair with her fingers, letting it spin back into a straight lock. Who knew hair could be so fascinating? He was still stunned to see the actress that way. He was so used to her curls, he never even imagined her with another haircut. It would take a few days to get used to it. Her curls were an important characteristic to him, they made him recognize her everywhere. Moreover he also enjoyed tangling his fingers in them for no reason at all. He thought she looked like the brunette Jennifer, from behind that is. But he figured he shouldn't say that out loud, since she didn't really like them.

Okay, she hates them.

"I styled it, you like it?" she asked. He nodded quickly, not even thinking he answered her, "Yeah, you look gorgeous." he complimented her new look. She tried hard not to blush as she fiddled with the material of her striped top. The guy may be short but she had to look up at him, directly into his eyes.

"And very different, you look real pretty." the Latino added to , she noticed he sounded a little hoarse. But then again, singing for a few hours can fuck up your voice. She thanked him softly as she regained her posture. Feeling slightly uncomfortable with the new situation, she made her way to the elevator quickly. "Eh, let's rehearse. I have to be at the set in about an hour and a half."

He followed her to the elevator, to pick up her script she left at 4J. He sighed, there were so many thing wrong in their relationship. But her tried to wait for her to make up her mind, it always takes a girl longer to make up her mind when they're out of a relationship, James had told him. Until then just follow her and try to get out of the friend zone,he had pointed out.

But following her had almost no use.

Because he always follows the pretty girl, and nothing happens when he does.


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