AN: Thank you for the reviews :D I'll update the next chapter as soon as I can. And please leave reviews and feed backs are always appreciated. (Am I dragging it too long? Or are my chapters just too short?)
"First scene starting in 20 minutes!" The director yelled across the room.
"Shit." I cursed under my breathe realizing that I didn't even finish reading my script. My make up artist, Julie, was applying foundation as I was still having trouble with memorizing my lines. Today is just not my day.. I thought as I put down the script in frustration.
"You know if you visualize it, it helps." It was the deep, Scottish accented voice that was behind me. I turned around as I saw his make-up artist applying hair gel on his red yet blonde hair. "The script. If you relax and try to visualize it instead of trying to memorize word by word, it's easier." He smiled pointing at my crumpled, coffee-split, script.
For a second, I just sat there like an idiot staring at his eyes. Then I realized what he was talking about and smiled. Awkwardly. "Um.. Thanks. I'll try."
He grinned and I turned around picking up the script and closed my eyes. This is crazy. I thought. But the thing was that, I didn't know if it was the bad, 'oh crap' crazy or the butterfly flushing through my stomach crazy.
"Maybe it's not going to be that bad." I said. Except my voice wasn't so convincing.
"What is?" Ellen asked, as she sat down on a comfy red sofa, still eating her chocolate bar.
"Kevin... I mean, Owen. Cristina and Owen, maybe... Maybe they aren't going to be so bad after all." I replied walking around in circles.
She looked at me and said, "Sandra... What did you do?" She just finished her chocolate and I saw it between her teeth.
"Nothing! Pssh. Nothing. Nothing at all..." My voice got smaller. But by the time I looked at Ellen she was staring at something and wasn't really interested in my story.
"Ellen!" I screamed. "Your best friend is pacing around. Worry sick. Help please?"
"Huh?" She gasped. "Yeah um, so what did you do?"
Then I sighed and grabbed her hand, making her stand up. "Get your ass up and go talk to him."
"To who?" She asked.
"This is sad. You are friend-zoned." I took her seat.
"Not. We are good friends." Meredith emphasized 'friends' as she looked around making sure nobody heard me.
"Well in my definition, friends don't check out each others' ass."I said it with a chuckle as the director called out for all the scene 1&2 casts.
*After the part when Meredith dreamed about Derek dying in a car accident & Seeing that SG is the 12th of the top 100 best teaching hospital in the world*
"That was intense." As Justin came up to me. "You know, the whole Meredith crying over dead Shepherd scene."
"I know right?" I said, grabbing a water bottle and passing one to him. Me and Chambers had a long history. When we first met, we had this huge fight about where we were going to sit. It was ridiculous. And we hated each other. And for the whole year, we were being each others pain in the ass. Then we found a common interest; bitching about the director, Rob. So we started getting closer and closer and he became my second Ellen. Like if she is getting to hooked up about talking about her husband, I would go to him and bitch about it. So kind of like a substitute. And believe me. This dude knows how to gossip.
"I mean.. It looked so real." He stopped and wondered, pretending to be like he was solving a big problem.
"Maybe she wasn't acting. Maybe it was real." I snickered. "Patrick, please don't die. If you die, I won't have any ass to check out anymore." I mimicked.
"You, are a terrible friend." Justin smiled and replied as he walked away.
Then I saw Kevin wandering around the hallway. Sorry would be a nice start Ellen's voice was ringing through my head. And before I knew I was standing in front of him.
"Yes?" He said with his smile.
"...Um yeah.. Hey." I replied awkwardly. What is with me and these greetings? I always make the worst impression.
"Hey there." He was staring at me with his warm blue eyes. I just couldn't stop staring at it; it was so deep and sharp, it felt like it was taking me to a whole knew dimension. "So do you know how to use these things? It ate my $20 bill and wouldn't let me do anything." He broke the eye contact as he pointed at the vending machine.
"This machine, is pretty jacked up." I said as I gave a good kick. Then it started generating and was lighted up. "There."
"Wow... That wasn't expected. But thanks." He chuckled as he took a Twix bar. I felt myself getting red but then he also said, "It wasn't an insult."
"So, I wanted to apologize about the whole... Ginger thing.. It wasn't directed to you... I mean it was, but it wasn't really meant to offend you.. It was.. A mistake. Sort of. Yeah. I think..." I murmured, looking like a complete moron. Never knew that apologizing was this hard.
"So, what exactly do you want me to forget? The soul eating ginger? Or the whole staring in the eye thing?" He asked eating his chocolate bar and at the same time smirking.
Ass I thought. I really didn't really know what to say. I just looked up with a half angered, and half shocked face.
Then he started laughing. The hell? I thought. "I was just messing with you." He said. "I don't hold onto grudges and I already forgot about the whole eating soul thing. So we're cool."
Now I just looked at him in awe. Am I suppose to laugh? I mean, does he find this funny? I thought still remaining silent.
All of the sudden, he took out his hand for a shake and said; "Hi, I'm Kevin. Kevin McKidd. I'll be playing the role of Major Owen Hunt, Cristina's hot, hot, patient." With his Scottish accent, blue eyes, the perfect smile, and calling himself 'hot' made me smile.
"Hot? Really?" I said as I lightly giggled.
"There." He said as he stepped one step closer. Then he gently lifted up my chin and said, "There is the smile that I wanted to see."