Nat's POV

So, if you wanted a little status update on how Allie is doing, all I can say is that she's really hurting my self esteem. You know, this is all your fault, I can't stand you. That stuff. I've been told it'll blow over, but I'm not as sure as the doctors. Oh my God, they see the head!

Wait, my bad, you're still in 2009! Well, let's get back to the story, then. The next day (Monday), we were told we only had a few days to shoot. So we had to make a decision if we wanted to rehearse then shoot and have less time of shoot and be slightly unprepared. The script had to be rewritten slightly since we weren't doing an official episode which meant we couldn't get back the girl who played the police officer's daughter. So instead it'd be the guys crushing on Kristina and bugged my character, Rosalina, and Cooper's character to find out who she liked. Should be interesting.

I didn't get much sleep last night. I was think about Allie, mainly because she was stubborn and was not gonna take no for an answer anymore. It was partially my fault. For the past four Summer's I'd been letting her do whatever she wanted and get whatever she wanted. It was hard to tell her no, because then she'd make a sad, puppy dog face and it's make me feel guilty. It was already tough as is it to give her that speech because I hated thinking about her leaving, but she didn't make it easy either.

"Hey Nat," Kristina said, joining me at the snack table.

"Hey Kris," I responded, actually eating the cracker I had in my hands.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You just bit a napkin," she said, slightly confused. I spit it out, the realized that I missed the cracker. She was laughing at me.

"It's not funny," I said, then bit the cracker. "I'm just distracted." She started coughing, and I handed her a water bottle.

"I'm sorry, Nat Wolff is distracted?" she asked, and I nodded. "What's on your mind? Is it a girl?"

"No," I said. "It's the girl. The only girl that can actually distract me."

"What happened?" Kristina asked.

"We're going on a date tonight," I said. She punched my arm.

"What the hell Wolff, you had me scared for a second," she said. "What's so wrong about a date?"

"She's leaving in five days, and when it's time for her to leave it'll be even harder—"

"Let me stop you right there," Kristina said. "You get aided out by a girl you like, you ride that horse as far as it goes. Don't think about all the horrible shit that could go done, live in the moment." She looked at the doorway. "Here she comes now." Allie walked over, looking cheerful.

"Kris, the guys want to run some lines with you," she said. "And Nat, your mom wants to start filming the first scene, to go have fun."

"I'll see you guys later," I said, heading to stage four, which was where the house was set up, as well as the season one studio. Mom and Alex were already there, Alex reading over his script in pajamas while Mom was adjusting her camera. Without saying anything to me, she tossed me a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt. "Hurry and change so we can get started," she said.

"Don't change out in the open," Alex warned.

"I barely know my lines, you'll need to tell me them while I change."

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It was nearly 8:50 when we were allowed to go home. We spent all day working, and if we weren't doing a scene we needed to be rehearsing our next one. We barely made it through half of the script, though. As soon as we finished for the day, I went to my dressing room to grab my stuff.

Did you know Allie brought her dog? See, her mom went out of town for the day and she couldn't leave her dog at home alone. So where was this dog going until after dinner? Alex would watch her until we got back, especially since Allie would be taking me back to my house. I grabbed my stuff, then went into her dressing room. She was sitting at her vanity, taking off her makeup from earlier. "Hey Allie," I said. She smiled, not turning but looking at me through the mirror.

"Hey Nat," she said.

"Where's Chloe?" I asked, settling on the couch.

"Alex has her," she said. "They're bonding."

"Alex is already weird as it is, don't make him besties with your dog," I said, making her laugh.

"So, where we going?" she asked.

"Well your too insane for a fancy restaurant," I said, making her laugh some more. "How 'bout we get some burgers?"

"That sounds good," she said. "Wanna go to a chain restaurant or a local one?"

"You know I love Tommy's Grill," I said.

"That's because your cousin owns it," she pointed out.

"Hey, I get a discount, don't complain," I said, making her laugh.

"Alright, if I make this, I get to order your food," she said, holding up a crumbled piece of paper. "If I miss, then you get to order for me."

"This is an interesting bet," I said, leaning foreword to watch. "Especially since I know you're garbage."

"Watch your doubt make me make it," she said, but she missed. "Fuck!" She exclaimed, then covered her mouth. "Pardon me, I'm just mad that my dinner is at your mercy."

"You should really practice before you bet," I said. I reached into my bag, crumbling a paper and tossing it at the trash, watching it go in.

"I hate you," she said.

"Then why are we going to get burgers?" She was silently fuming. "Exactly, now let's go."

She got up, walking to where I was and grabbing her bag, then went over to her desk and taking her keys. I got up, picking up my bag and following her out of the door.

"Have fun on your date," Qaasim said as we passed him in the hall. "And Nat, no funny business."

"Yea yea," I said, waving him off. There were variations of byes as we walked down the halls, heading for the parking lot where Allie parked.

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We were sitting in the very amazing Tommy's Grill. When I come here, there's a message sent around that 'the cousin's here'. That means that they go and get my cousin, George, and we can talk and catch up. So, George is my cousin, and he owns Tommy's Grill. He named it that after his late father (my uncle) Tommy, who always wanted to have a cool restaurant. George was just on the brink of 22, and had brown hair like every other room in my family. Except he let his grow out and kept it in a ponytail, had stubble growing out and was an all time hipster.

"Nat, how'd it been?" he asked, coming over. "How mini you and your momma?"

"First, his name is Alex, and he's insane, as always," I said. "Everyone else is pretty good." He looked at Allie, then got closer to me.

"Who's the chick?" he whispered.

"You've met Allie before," I said, chuckling. He looked at Allie and she smiled.

"That's not Allie, Allie was a little short girl, like fourteen," he said.

"She's still short," I said.

"At least he remembers me as once short, because I'm taller now," Allie said.

"Are you guys here on a date?" George asked, and I nodded. "Oh, I'll leave you too it then. It was nice meeting you, not Allie."

"You too, not George," Allie said, laughing lightly.

"He's always so weird," I said as he walked off.

"I guess weirdness runs in the family," she said, making me laugh.