Amber woke the next morning from the sound of her alarm clock. She reached over and turned it off. She checked her cell phone for any missed calls, like from her dad. None. Amber sighed and decided to call him. Ring, ring, ring, ring...
"Hi, you've reached Ray, leave a message and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can." Her dad's answering machine said.
Amber sighed. "Hey, Dad. It's your daughter, Amber. I think we need to talk. Call me back soon. Love you. Bye." She hung up. A few hours later, Amber was walking onto the set of Syrup. "AMBER! AMBER! AMBER, OVER HERE!" She heard her name being called. She looked toward the sound and found a group of people across the street. Fans, she thought. They want an autograph and picture. Better go give it to them. Amber walked over while they screamed louder as they saw she was coming to them.
"Hey, guys, how ya doing?" Amber asked them as she approached. She got pictures of her and a pen shoved in her face in response. She quickly tried to sign as many autographs as she could and take as many pictures until she was interrupted by her director grabbing her shoulder.
"Alright, guys. Back off." He pulled her away and started walking back toward the set with Amber in tow.
"They weren't being any trouble." She said.
"Yes, they were. They were making you late. Let's get started." Amber sighed and she got ready for another filming day.
"CUT!" The director yelled for the hundredth time. Amber sighed and turned to him. "Yes?"
"Amber, you love this guy. Act like it. Maybe show some tears or something."
"I'm trying." Amber snapped at him.
"Well, try harder. And... ACTION!"
God, this guy's a total jerk, Amber thought. But she once again got into character and tried her best to try to impress him, if that was possible.
A few hours later, filming was finally done for the day as Amber walked in her trailer to get out of set clothes.
"Hey, Amber." It was Odette.
Amber looked up. "Hi," she said as she went to the back room to change and re-do her make-up. When she looked at the clock, it said 12:30 pm. Just in time for lunch, Amber thought cheerfully, remembering her plans with Taylor Lautner. She got excited for a minute until she once again realized he's taken, then asking herself why she keeps thinking that. It's not like they were going on a date or something. Simply two people who just met going out to lunch. 15 minutes later, Amber pulled in front of Mariaches. She walked in and saw a waiter behind a table. "One?" She asked.
Amber pursed her lips. "Um, I'm actually supposed to be meeting someone."
"Oh. Last name?" She looked on a piece of paper.
"Lautner?"
The waitress looked at her doubtfully. "There is Lautner here, but how can I trust you're just not a crazy fan?"
Amber stared in disbelief. How embarrassing, she thought. Just then, Taylor Lautner himself came from behind her. "Uh, that's okay, she's with me." He said, saving her.
The waitress looked disappointed and glanced from him to her. Probably wondering if we're dating, Amber thought.
"Come on," Taylor said, walking ahead of her to a private table with bodyguards. Amber raised her eyebrows when she saw.
Taylor saw her expression and smiled apologetically. He sat down, there was a chair across from him and she sat down too. She wore her platinum blond hair wavy down her shoulders, had a red dress on that goes to an inch above the knees with a corset top, and beige heels. She also had her make-up on, done to perfection. Taylor apparently noticed. "You look beautiful." He complimented her.
He thinks I look beautiful? Amber thought. She always got compliments from guys, but with Taylor, she actually cared what he thought.
"Thank you," Amber said shyly as she picked up the menu in front of her. "So, what's good here?" Amber asked before he could reply.
Taylor's face lit up. "Oh, they have the best chips and salsa. And the best steak. You have to try the steak." Amber laughed. He was so easy to get along with.
"Okay, steak it is," she said. The waiter arrived just then. He looked surprised at who sat before him, but Amber had heard celebrities come here all the time, maybe he was new.
The waiter recovered himself quickly. "Hi, my name's Patrick and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks? Margarita?"
Taylor said, "Not for me," Then he looked at Amber questionably.
"Um, no thanks." Amber quickly said.
"Okay. Any sodas?" Taylor once again looked at Amber. She couldn't help but smile. "Coke," she said.
"Two cokes," Taylor said. "Alright. I'll be back with that." He walked away, leaving Amber and Taylor alone.
"So," Taylor said conversationally, "how's your day so far?"
"Ugh," Amber couldn't help but groan. "Long. My director's a total ass."
Taylor looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh, sorry about that." He said.
Amber laughed. "What about you?"
Taylor beamed. "It's great. Just got better now, now that I'm with you." He smiled at her.
Amber smiled politely back, but was thinking, Is he flirting? Ugh! I hate not knowing!
Just then the waiter returned with their two cokes and set them on the table. "Know what you want?" He asked, pad and pen ready.
They told him and he scrawled it down and said he'd be back shortly, giving Amber a pensive look before leaving. Amber watched him walk away questionably. "Enjoying New York City?" Taylor asked her, but something in his expression said he saw the look the waiter gave her.
Amber looked back at him. "Yeah, it's great." Amber chuckled. This small talk is killing me, Amber thought. "What business are you here for?" She asked.
Taylor hesitated before answering. "Well, I came for my friend's premiere. It was last night."
"Oh." Amber said, for some reason disappointed he didn't invite her. Why would he? She thought to herself. He doesn't know you.
Then Taylor started chattering about the premiere, so happy. Turns out it was New Moon's director, and he just directed a new movie. Taylor went to support his former director. Amber realized Taylor was such a happy guy, so energetic. After lunch they were walking around New York City, still talking. Amber felt she could just be herself around him, and not have to pretend.
"I don't know, I really enjoy doing horror, and it's been working out," Amber was telling him. "I mean, this movie I'm doing now isn't horror, that's not all I do. Just acting in general. I love it." She smiled.
Taylor smiled back. "The way you talk about acting, it's like... a God you're worshiping. You get this hypnotized look in your eyes."
Amber looked down as they walked.
"I mean, not that it's a bad thing," Taylor quickly said. "It's just, different. I've never seen anyone love acting as much as you do. " Taylor gave her an admiring look. Amber looked up at him, serious now. But before she could reply, cameras were once again flashed in her face, just like last night. Paparazzi, Amber thought. Taylor's expression immediately turned neutral and he didn't talk for the rest of the way till her hotel. They got inside and the silence continued until they were outside Amber's door. "I had a really nice time," Amber said, smiling at Taylor.
Taylor looked at her. "Me too," he said, smiling back. Then he turned serious. "I would like to see you again." He said.
"Yeah, me too," Amber quickly said, ready to agree with whatever plans he comes up with.
Taylor smiled. "Are you going to Comic Con?" he asked.
"No," Amber said. "Oh," Taylor said, he sounded disappointed. "Um, how about dinner, tomorrow night? Will you still be here?" Amber asked.
"Yeah. That'd be great." Taylor chuckled. What was funny? Amber thought. Does he find my crush on him amusing? Does he know I have a crush on him?
"Well, I better get going. Have a nice night." Taylor said, interuppting her thoughts. Before she could respond, Taylor leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Amber could do nothing but stand there staring like an idiot, until she composed herself. She gave him a quick smile before going inside. The next morning, Amber went through her routine she went through the past new mornings, take a shower, arrive in her trailer, go over her lines while she had her hair and make up done, get on the set and start filming whatever scenes they did for the day. Amber was on her way to her hotel now, when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, Amber. It's Mom." Amber breathed a sigh. "Hi, Mom." She said as she walked into the Four Seasons.
"How's filming going?" Her mother, Hannah, asked.
"Fine." "Ooo-kay. So, heard from your father?" "Yes. Why? Did he tell you something?" Amber immediately turned anxious.
"Yes, of course, he told me something." Hannah said sarcasticly. Silence followed. "Well, what did he tell you?" Amber demanded.
"Just that you refused to spend the day with him."
"I didn't refuse! I have work." Amber protested loudly. She looked around the hotel, where she had stopped in the middle of the lobby while she picked up the phone. She walked toward the elevator.
"I know, I know, honey. My little hard-working actress." Hannah's tone was teasing.
"Mom," Amber said, as she walked into the empty elevator. She pushed the third floor button as the doors closed.
Laughter answered her. "Oh...Amber...I'm...you're...Dad...never..." Amber heard her mom breaking up as the elevator moved up.
"Mom?" Amber called into the phone.
"Sometimes...up...yet."
"Hi, you've reached Ray, leave a message and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can." Her dad's answering machine said.
Amber sighed. "Hey, Dad. It's your daughter, Amber. I think we need to talk. Call me back soon. Love you. Bye." She hung up. A few hours later, Amber was walking onto the set of Syrup. "AMBER! AMBER! AMBER, OVER HERE!" She heard her name being called. She looked toward the sound and found a group of people across the street. Fans, she thought. They want an autograph and picture. Better go give it to them. Amber walked over while they screamed louder as they saw she was coming to them.
"Hey, guys, how ya doing?" Amber asked them as she approached. She got pictures of her and a pen shoved in her face in response. She quickly tried to sign as many autographs as she could and take as many pictures until she was interrupted by her director grabbing her shoulder.
"Alright, guys. Back off." He pulled her away and started walking back toward the set with Amber in tow.
"They weren't being any trouble." She said.
"Yes, they were. They were making you late. Let's get started." Amber sighed and she got ready for another filming day.
"CUT!" The director yelled for the hundredth time. Amber sighed and turned to him. "Yes?"
"Amber, you love this guy. Act like it. Maybe show some tears or something."
"I'm trying." Amber snapped at him.
"Well, try harder. And... ACTION!"
God, this guy's a total jerk, Amber thought. But she once again got into character and tried her best to try to impress him, if that was possible.
A few hours later, filming was finally done for the day as Amber walked in her trailer to get out of set clothes.
"Hey, Amber." It was Odette.
Amber looked up. "Hi," she said as she went to the back room to change and re-do her make-up. When she looked at the clock, it said 12:30 pm. Just in time for lunch, Amber thought cheerfully, remembering her plans with Taylor Lautner. She got excited for a minute until she once again realized he's taken, then asking herself why she keeps thinking that. It's not like they were going on a date or something. Simply two people who just met going out to lunch. 15 minutes later, Amber pulled in front of Mariaches. She walked in and saw a waiter behind a table. "One?" She asked.
Amber pursed her lips. "Um, I'm actually supposed to be meeting someone."
"Oh. Last name?" She looked on a piece of paper.
"Lautner?"
The waitress looked at her doubtfully. "There is Lautner here, but how can I trust you're just not a crazy fan?"
Amber stared in disbelief. How embarrassing, she thought. Just then, Taylor Lautner himself came from behind her. "Uh, that's okay, she's with me." He said, saving her.
The waitress looked disappointed and glanced from him to her. Probably wondering if we're dating, Amber thought.
"Come on," Taylor said, walking ahead of her to a private table with bodyguards. Amber raised her eyebrows when she saw.
Taylor saw her expression and smiled apologetically. He sat down, there was a chair across from him and she sat down too. She wore her platinum blond hair wavy down her shoulders, had a red dress on that goes to an inch above the knees with a corset top, and beige heels. She also had her make-up on, done to perfection. Taylor apparently noticed. "You look beautiful." He complimented her.
He thinks I look beautiful? Amber thought. She always got compliments from guys, but with Taylor, she actually cared what he thought.
"Thank you," Amber said shyly as she picked up the menu in front of her. "So, what's good here?" Amber asked before he could reply.
Taylor's face lit up. "Oh, they have the best chips and salsa. And the best steak. You have to try the steak." Amber laughed. He was so easy to get along with.
"Okay, steak it is," she said. The waiter arrived just then. He looked surprised at who sat before him, but Amber had heard celebrities come here all the time, maybe he was new.
The waiter recovered himself quickly. "Hi, my name's Patrick and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks? Margarita?"
Taylor said, "Not for me," Then he looked at Amber questionably.
"Um, no thanks." Amber quickly said.
"Okay. Any sodas?" Taylor once again looked at Amber. She couldn't help but smile. "Coke," she said.
"Two cokes," Taylor said. "Alright. I'll be back with that." He walked away, leaving Amber and Taylor alone.
"So," Taylor said conversationally, "how's your day so far?"
"Ugh," Amber couldn't help but groan. "Long. My director's a total ass."
Taylor looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Oh, sorry about that." He said.
Amber laughed. "What about you?"
Taylor beamed. "It's great. Just got better now, now that I'm with you." He smiled at her.
Amber smiled politely back, but was thinking, Is he flirting? Ugh! I hate not knowing!
Just then the waiter returned with their two cokes and set them on the table. "Know what you want?" He asked, pad and pen ready.
They told him and he scrawled it down and said he'd be back shortly, giving Amber a pensive look before leaving. Amber watched him walk away questionably. "Enjoying New York City?" Taylor asked her, but something in his expression said he saw the look the waiter gave her.
Amber looked back at him. "Yeah, it's great." Amber chuckled. This small talk is killing me, Amber thought. "What business are you here for?" She asked.
Taylor hesitated before answering. "Well, I came for my friend's premiere. It was last night."
"Oh." Amber said, for some reason disappointed he didn't invite her. Why would he? She thought to herself. He doesn't know you.
Then Taylor started chattering about the premiere, so happy. Turns out it was New Moon's director, and he just directed a new movie. Taylor went to support his former director. Amber realized Taylor was such a happy guy, so energetic. After lunch they were walking around New York City, still talking. Amber felt she could just be herself around him, and not have to pretend.
"I don't know, I really enjoy doing horror, and it's been working out," Amber was telling him. "I mean, this movie I'm doing now isn't horror, that's not all I do. Just acting in general. I love it." She smiled.
Taylor smiled back. "The way you talk about acting, it's like... a God you're worshiping. You get this hypnotized look in your eyes."
Amber looked down as they walked.
"I mean, not that it's a bad thing," Taylor quickly said. "It's just, different. I've never seen anyone love acting as much as you do. " Taylor gave her an admiring look. Amber looked up at him, serious now. But before she could reply, cameras were once again flashed in her face, just like last night. Paparazzi, Amber thought. Taylor's expression immediately turned neutral and he didn't talk for the rest of the way till her hotel. They got inside and the silence continued until they were outside Amber's door. "I had a really nice time," Amber said, smiling at Taylor.
Taylor looked at her. "Me too," he said, smiling back. Then he turned serious. "I would like to see you again." He said.
"Yeah, me too," Amber quickly said, ready to agree with whatever plans he comes up with.
Taylor smiled. "Are you going to Comic Con?" he asked.
"No," Amber said. "Oh," Taylor said, he sounded disappointed. "Um, how about dinner, tomorrow night? Will you still be here?" Amber asked.
"Yeah. That'd be great." Taylor chuckled. What was funny? Amber thought. Does he find my crush on him amusing? Does he know I have a crush on him?
"Well, I better get going. Have a nice night." Taylor said, interuppting her thoughts. Before she could respond, Taylor leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Amber could do nothing but stand there staring like an idiot, until she composed herself. She gave him a quick smile before going inside. The next morning, Amber went through her routine she went through the past new mornings, take a shower, arrive in her trailer, go over her lines while she had her hair and make up done, get on the set and start filming whatever scenes they did for the day. Amber was on her way to her hotel now, when her cell phone rang. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, Amber. It's Mom." Amber breathed a sigh. "Hi, Mom." She said as she walked into the Four Seasons.
"How's filming going?" Her mother, Hannah, asked.
"Fine." "Ooo-kay. So, heard from your father?" "Yes. Why? Did he tell you something?" Amber immediately turned anxious.
"Yes, of course, he told me something." Hannah said sarcasticly. Silence followed. "Well, what did he tell you?" Amber demanded.
"Just that you refused to spend the day with him."
"I didn't refuse! I have work." Amber protested loudly. She looked around the hotel, where she had stopped in the middle of the lobby while she picked up the phone. She walked toward the elevator.
"I know, I know, honey. My little hard-working actress." Hannah's tone was teasing.
"Mom," Amber said, as she walked into the empty elevator. She pushed the third floor button as the doors closed.
Laughter answered her. "Oh...Amber...I'm...you're...Dad...never..." Amber heard her mom breaking up as the elevator moved up.
"Mom?" Amber called into the phone.
"Sometimes...up...yet."
"Mom?...I can't hear you, you're breaking up. Ugh." Hannah kept going on, still breaking up. "Mom, I'm gonna go, I can't understand you. Bye." Amber hung up, just when the elevator shook and the lights when off. Amber could feel it falling down and down, not stopping. She started screaming for help.