Chapter 2

Rosy Cheeks n' Rosy Roses

"Matthew SURLY!!!" shouted Maisy, her green eyes sparking. She flailed her arms around like a maniac in my dressing room (she's on the cast, too). As she jumped all around on her toothpick legs, her brown, curly hair bounced with her. She was in major shock when I told her earlier what had happened, that her tan skin almost went white! You see, Maisy is my best friend. I've known her since the auditions for Emmyrald, and ever since then, we've been like peanut-butter and jelly. I know, she is a total freak show, but I love her. She's the closest to normal as I could know in Hollywood, plus she's really funny. And besides, she's my freak show.

"Calm the heck down, alright! It's no big deal, they're just roses!" I tried to say, but I knew it wasn't true. I mean roses! What guy would send me, of all people, roses? Nobody, that's who.

"Rossalind, 'just ROSES,' this is totally more than just roses, it's ADORATION!" she squealed.

"No it is NOT! It's barely anything, okay? I've received tons of roses in the past," as I tried to finish, she cut me off.

"But not from a mega teen heart throb, like Matthew Surly!!!" she demanded, grabbing my arms, shaking them. She started to jump up and down because of her hyperness. I jumped with her, even though I had no good reason to, but it was fun.

"What if it's just a gift? You know, since I did really well on the last episode with him?" I said, still jumping. The jumping stopped.

"Oh yeah…he was a guest star, right? Well, it could be that…OR it could be because he LIKES YOU!"

"AS A FRIEND," I added, taking her arms off of me. "He doesn't like me more than that and I already have a boyfriend."

"Last time I checked, he wasn't your real boyfriend, was he? Why don't you 'break up'? The tabloids would love that!" she said smiling with excitement.

"Oh, Maisy, what would I be without you?" I joked.

"You would be one boring plate of...oh wait, NOTHING, that's for sure!" she said back to me, grabbing my arm again as we strolled out of the purple room. This was so true about me. I'm a really boring person, but Maisy always brings out the "actress" in me off the camera.

We walked through the set where they were setting up for the next scene for the show. We SKIPPED to the food table and started to eat while waiting for the next scene. I grabbed a cream puff from the table and started to nibble on it. The filling squirted onto my skin and onto my pink dress that I changed into. It even went into my blond hair that took about an hour to do!

Maisy giggled; actually, it was louder than a giggle. It was practically like she was going to choke of laughter!"AHAHAHAHA! Nice, Ross!" she said, barely even getting out her words.

"Thanks, that really makes me feel better," I groaned as make-up artists started to rush over to me quickly.

"Ha-ha, no problem," she grinned, but then I knew what she was grinning about. I turned around and there, behind me, was Matthew Surly. Oh great, I have drama on the show and drama off of it.