James POV:

Mom is dropping me off at a month-long acting camp. She says it'll be fun and very good for me. She is, of course, a very successful actress on Broadway in New York City. She went to this high school, Hollywood Arts, when she was younger and she loved it. I, myself, love acting, too, so she brought me to an acting camp here at HA. She said that if I liked it, we could move here so I could go to school here. Besides, she is THE Jade West, she would get a job here in no time.

"James, this place hasn't changed a bit." Mom said, taking me through the halls of the huge school. "And here it is!" She said, pointing to some pictures labeled "Hollywood Arts Class of 2012". It was her and all her classmates, and a guy had his arm around her waist and was kissing her hair in most pictures. I decided to not ask her about it since it's an ex-boyfriend of hers, and she might get mad. Then, she hugged me and said "James, promise to call if anything bad happens." I sighed and nodded. She hugged me and she kissed my cheek. "Bye, James, love you!" She said, walking away. "Bye, mom, see you later!" I said, and headed to my first class, which was improv lesson.

Marci POV:

"Ok, Marci, this is it, Hollywood Arts!" Dad said, filled with joy and excitement. I was going to go to a summer camp here for the whole month. I've been here two minutes and I already love the place. The lockers, the classrooms, everything was so colorful and happy. I want to be an actress just like him. Even though I have cancer, it's always been in remission and I can do pretty much everything like a normal teenager. But there is a question that always pops to my mind when I look at my dad, and that is "Who is my mom?" It's always been me and dad. Just us two. But every time I ask about mom, he just tells me that she left us. I asked if it was my cancer and he said she was just trying to find some reason to leave us.

"Dad, did you have any girlfriends here?" I asked, and he just looked down. Maybe he doesn't wanna talk about it. "Sorry dad, I shouldn't have asked that." He just hugged me and took me to improv lesson. He said it was his favorite acting lesson ever since he started school here. He kissed the top of my head. "Bye, Marci, have fun! Call me whenever you want. Love you!"

"Love you too, dad." I said, and he left.

Nobody's POV:

"Ok, chickadees, is everybody here?" The teacher, Mr. Hoffman, said.

"Yeah!" The whole class said, excitedly.

"Ok, so we will start off with a game. I'll point at you and you have to say your name, your birthday, and your favorite color. Let's start with you, tan girl with pink dress on the front."

"My name is Victoria Alison Harris, my birthday is on June 23rd and my favorite color is yellow."

Ok, very nice, now you, skinny redhead in the corner!"

"YAY! I am Missy Sophia Shapiro, my birthday is February 14th, and my favorite color is pink!"

Somehow, those two names sounded familiar to Marci, but the name after those called much her attention.

"My name is James Nicholas West, my birthday is October 22nd, and my favorite color is red."

Marci stared at the boy strangely while a few more kids said their names. That boy had her same birthday and she had some curiosity about him. She was lost in her thoughts, and she didn't notice it was her turn.

"Oh, right, it's my turn. My name is Marcia Faith Oliver, my birthday is October, err, 22nd, and my favorite color is black."

"Hey aren't you Beckley Oliver's daughter? My mom and dad were friends of his when they were in high school! Yay!" That girl, Missy, said and Marci nodded. Many more kids started babbling on how famous her father was and all that chiz. Maybe her dad sent her here to meet the kids of his high school friends. Lovely, just lovely.

They rest of the day went by fast. They had all the same classes together, with Missy, Vicky, and everybody else. But both James and Marci knew there was something between them. Then, that night, James decided he would go outside while everyone was asleep for some fresh air. Somehow, he had managed to get out of his dorm with nobody waking up. When he was out, he noticed Marci sitting on one of the tables of the Asphalt Café. She was sadly looking at a picture that was cut right in the middle, which meant half of it was missing. This was his chance to talk to her, and start go get to know her. James had a very big interest on that girl. She looked familiar, she seemed to remind him of his mother. She may not look like her in any way physically, but she had a very feisty attitude like his mom.

He went to sit by her, but she flinched violently when he sat down. "What the hell! You scared me to death dude!" She hissed.

"Sorry, I just thought you needed company, that's all." James meant to say it nicely but it came out wrong.

"So? Do you want to stay, I mean here with me?" She asked, sounding sad.

"Sure. What do you have there…" James said referring to the picture she had.

"Do you really want to know? It's confidential, so you can't tell anybody about it, okay?" She said and he nodded.

"I won't tell anybody, I swear to god." He said.

She started to count. "One…Two…Three…"

Shivers ran through Marci's spine as she showed him THE picture. He stood there in shock. He didn't see that coming….

A/N: Cliffhanger, well kind of. So what dod you think! Review!