"And . . . cut!"

"Woo!" shouted Danni Allison, my costar in Blondes, "Done for the day!" Danni was a hyper, wavy haired red head who was nothing like her nerdy, pissy character on the show. She ripped her fake glasses off, tossed them to the side, did a cartwheel, almost crashing into an unsuspecting intern, and then grabbed her coffee (one teaspoon of cinnamon, one teaspoon of milk, and eight tablespoons of sugar) from said intern.

"Whoa!" I laughed, "Danni be careful!" I quickly grabbed one of the lights before it fell over, "You okay?" I shouted at the intern. She nodded quickly, then scurried off.

"Hey!" a sweet voice called, "I got your coffee!"

"Thanks, babe!" I said, grabbing the cup of coffee out of Justin's hands, "You know I don't like to make the interns do it because of Danni."

"Hey!"

"Oh you know I love you!" I shouted to Danni, who had overheard us.

"You're the sweetest thing ever, you know that?" Justin grinned.

I moved closer toward him, "No, you are! What other boyfriend would bring me coffee when he knew I could ask the interns to do it?"

"That's what makes you so sweet!" he insisted, "You're so nice to those girls. I saw you the other day helping Melissa clean up a gross smoothie off the floor," Melissa was one of the interns.

"You're mouth is doing too much talking when it could be doing something else," I leaned in and kissed him. He held me tight against his body, as if he didn't ever want to let go.

"Yeah, yeah, we all love each other here!" an obnoxious, moody girl with straight, dirty blond hair—otherwise known as my best friend Maura—pushed us apart.

"Bitch!" I shouted after her.

"Slut!" she shouted back. Yeah, that's my best friend for you.

Justin shrugged, "Must be that time of the month again."

I shrugged in agreement, "If she interrupts us again, you can flip her off," I took a sip of my coffee and winced.

"What's wrong?" Justin asked, looking concerned.

"Too much cream," I liked my coffee almost black.

"I'm so sorry!" he snatched the cup away from me, "I'll make some more!"

"Make? No Justin, you don't have to run down to your hotel, make me some more coffee, and then run back, just to—" but he was gone.

I sighed. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, "Excuse me?" asked an intern with a high, yellowish blonde ponytail, who I recognized as the one Danni had almost knocked over, "Do you need anything? I'd be happy to get it for you!"

"No thanks," I sighed.

"Oh. Okay then. Ummm . . . bye," she scurried away, then paused and turned around, "I'm really sorry to bother you, but . . . can I have your autograph?" she held out a little notepad eagerly.

"Oh! Um, sure," I scribbled my signature.

"Thanks so much! I'm a huge fan! But I guess I better get back to work."

"You don't have to! You can sit down if you want!" I needed someone to talk to while I was waiting for Justin.

"Oh! Okay! Thank you! Once again, I'm a huge fan! I watch Blondes every week! I've listened to "Don't Be Like That" a million times! My favorite movie ever is Hate That I Love You! You were so amazing as the role of Amelia!"

"Oh . . . well you're . . . good at making coffee," I said, unable to think of a decent compliment.

"Ohmigod, thanks!" she looked like she was about to explode. I figured she would later be tweeting something along the lines of "OMG! Addison Miller said I'm good at making coffee!"

"Um . . . you're welcome?"

"Are you sure I can't get you anything?"

"Actually, you know Danni's usual, right?"

"Yup!"

"I could use one of those," I was glad Danni didn't like a lot of cream.

"Sure thing!" she scurried off, and scurried back with a cup of coffee, "I'm Claire, by the way!"

"Cool. I'm Addie."

"I know!" she scurried off.

I took a sip of my coffee it was sweet and hot and like heaven. I was so tired. Rehearsal today had been such a pain. I had to do my gymnast bit, and Marilynn kept messing up her lines, so we had to do it over and over and over again. My legs hurt like crazy. I stretched out on the bench and relaxed. I was sure it looked childish, lying on bench, but it felt so relaxing. I needed a rest.

"Hey there sleeping beauty."

I opened my eyes, "Oh hi Justin," I sat up.

"Got your coffee," he handed me a cup.

"Oh," I looked from the cup in my hand to the cup in his, "I'm sorry babe, Carol already got me some coffee."

"Carol?"

"She's an intern."

"Oh," he looked slightly disappointed.

"I'm sorry Justin."

"No, it's cool," he threw the cup in the trash.

"No it's not cool. I'm really sorry babe," I looked at him with my big blue eyes, "Really. I don't deserve you!"

"Hey!" he grabbed me by the shoulders, "Don't be like that! It's no big deal. I don't care about some stupid coffee. All I care about is you," he kissed me passionately, holding me tight, his hand slowly moving down toward my butt. I kissed him back just as passionately. I had never had a relationship like this before. He cared about me so much. He worshipped me. We had only been dating a week, and I felt as if he would never leave me. He was committed to me. He wasn't going to dump me the first chance he got. Of course, I had gorgeous wavy blonde hair, gigantic boobs, and a flawless complexion, but I felt that the connection was deeper than that. I somehow got the feeling that he would still like me if I was the pimply, flat chested brunette I had been in junior high.

Suddenly, I heard someone clear their throat and tap their foot, "Maura," I muttered quietly to Justin. I felt him take his hand off my ass and raise his middle finger.

"Excuse me?" said a voice that did not at all sound like Maura's.

We looked up, startled. Standing in front of us was not Maura. It was Pattie Mallet.

"Mom? Shit! I mean sorry! I—" Pattie grabbed him by the arm and briskly stormed off, "Ow, ow, ow!"

He looked back at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes of his. I mouthed "Call me," he nodded.

Once he was gone, I couldn't help but giggle. Justin Bieber had just flipped off his mom. I mean how could you not laugh?

Maura came and sat down next to me. I sighed, "He is so dreamy!"

"Young love. Whoop-dee-doo."

I ignored her. My life was perfect. I was positive nothing could ruin it.

But then I got the first call that night.