I want to thank you guys for the amazing responses! I was honestly expecting a bunch of "Jodice isn't real. You're sick for even thinking it" and that kind of shit, but you guys seriously made me smile for an entire day. It was just amazing that you guys actually reacted to this fic. I thank you all, from the bottom of my heart. And also the middle. And even the top...

Paul laughed with Candice on his bed. They had a movie going, but really weren't paying attention. They'd tipped over the bowl of popcorn numerous times, and decide that no soda was a good idea.

"Torry's going to kill you when she sees butter all over the bed," Candice chuckled.

Paul shrugged. "Eh, she won't care." He popped another piece into his mouth. "What about you? Anyone going to get upset if you spill popcorn on the bed?"

Candice sighed and raised her shoulders. "Nope," she exhaled as she slumped back into the pillows. "No one to care about ruined bed sheets but me."

"Any reason? I know a lot of guys have asked you out recently. Just didn't like any of them?"

Candice shook her head while watching and paying no mind to the tv screen. "No, it's not that I didn't like any of them, I just... I honestly don't know," she chuckled, looking back to him. "There's been something in the back of my mind bugging me for, like, a year now."

Paul raised his eyebrows and dipped his head down. "Something or someone?"

Candice gave him a 'be realistic' look. "Who would it be?" she exasperated.

Paul exhaled in fake frustration as he sat up on the bed. "I don't know!" he whined. "You've been doing quite a few chick flicks this past year. Maybe those did a number on your expectations." He laughed. "Maybe no one can compare to Chris Pine now," he winked.

Candice scoffed and hit his shoulder. "He's my celebrity crush. Not crush crush."

Paul nodded his head to the side in a non-verbal 'I don't know.' "You seemed pretty into Justine's character when she kissed him..."

"I was acting!"

"Uh-huh," he sang as he grabbed a handful of popcorn out of the bowl.

"Shut up," Candice ended that conversation. "But really, though. I just haven't been into guys lately."

Paul gave her a shocked look. "You finally went lesbian on us!" he exclaimed in horror.

Candice laughed. But somehow, his sentence led her mind to Joseph, and Klaus, and Klaroline, and- "Hey, how do you feel about the show right now?"

"Our show?" He sighed. "You know, I love that Stefan is kinda standing up to all the crap Elena's been throwing at him, but for what? I mean, the show has no destination at this point. We killed Garrett, and now we're just kinda sitting around playing truth or dare," he stated his opinion.

Candice nodded, getting what he was talking about. All the characters had broken off and were now just dealing with their own problems. Klaus hadn't had any contact with the Salvatores for nearly four episodes now. "Yeah, but we do have relationship issues that need to be handled."

Paul suddenly lit up with emotion. "Yeah! What the hell! We've got Rebekah freaking out over all the guys, still the basic Stefan-Elena-Damon triangle, and even Elena having those flirty looks with Elijah, and then Julie goes and throws Klaus and Caroline on top of that!" He said his sentence in such a confused and 'that is so idiotic' way that Candice had to laugh out loud.

She then shrugged. "Well maybe it's helping. Maybe we'll either get Good Guy Klaus, or Ripper Caroline," she suggested.

"I just think Julie's making shit up now. She's just feeding the public what they want." He raised his eyebrows quickly. "And we need that, yeah...but for four episodes in a row? Really?"

"All the teens are loving it," she pointed out, trying to make the situation better.

Paul chuckled. "Just the teens that want to see Caroline and Klaus making out until the sun comes up."

Candice forced a believable chuckle, but looked to the tv as she let her mind wander to her and Joseph kissing in bed. She was loving that part of the show at the moment. She loved the idea of Klaus and Caroline falling for one another. She was enjoying the confusing emotions Caroline was going through, too. Those were fun to act out.

But, she was sure that if she were Stefan, then the acting wouldn't be so fabulous. He's finally saying no to Elena and she's just recoiling back into Damon's arms, and then brotherly fights happen, and Elene cries for Stefan all over again. It's a bit ridiculous.

But, it was a job, and she loved it, so she really couldn't complain.

Candice sighed and checked her phone. Almost two. She groaned and dropped her head back. "I better get home. I've gotta be up in two hours. I can't believe I forgot..."

Paul frowned. "We have early shooting?"

"No. But me and Joseph do."

"Joseph and I."

"What?" Then she rolled her eyes. "Shut up. I don't care."

Paul laughed a bit, but frowned at her when she started getting up off the bed. "Well, if you've got to be up in two hours, just camp out here. Take a nap," he suggested. "Really, getting home would take you another half hour anyway."

Candice debated for a few seconds. She really didn't have the energy to put up a fight, so she just laid back down on the bed and cuddled up in a pillow. She had her eyes closed, but still spoke to Paul in a warning tone. "Make sure you wake me up!" she ordered.

Paul was getting up off the bed and heading to turn off the tv. "Two hours. Got it. Until then, I'm going to go keep Joseph up..."

Candice frowned. "Why?"

"Because he told me one time that he could easily go two days without sleeping." He chuckled. "I don't believe the bitch."

Candice laughed and sighed, relaxing as Paul got out his phone and left the room. Poor Joseph. He was going to have such a hard day...

.

Joseph walked into the studio with coffee in his hand and sunglasses on his face. He was pale, and really hadn't spent much time on even making sure his shirt was twisted correctly. He looked like crap.

Candice was sitting in the voiceover room in the only chair with her head laid back, eyes closed behind sunglasses of her own, and she was only half awake.

Joseph busted through the door, not bothering to try to be quiet. Candice groaned in response, trying to tell him to shut up. He sighed in annoyance and walked over to him. He set down his coffee on the end table next to the big chair and poked Candice. "Hey," he almost moaned. "Move."

Candice frowned at him, keeping her eyes shut and just humming her denial.

Joseph exhaled a pout. "Candice. I'm about to fall over," he complained.

"I'm asleep," she informed him.

"Fine," he sighed. He then took a drink of his coffee. Candice frowned at him while he waited to see what he was possibly going to do. He sat on her. Just plopped down in the chair on top of her.

Candice huffed in irritation. "Can't you just take the floor?"

Joseph leaned his head back, resting it on the back of the chair next to Candice's. He turned to look at her through both of their sunglasses. "Paul kept me up all night," he complained more.

Candice nodded lamely, giving up on getting him off. He was warm. He would do as a blanket. "I know. I let him."

Joseph frowned like he was in pain. "Why would you do that?"

Candice chuckled. "Because you deserved it."

Joseph brought his hand up in the air, balled it into a fist, and just dropped it down on her leg, meant to offend her, but she just chuckled.

"So what were you doing with Paul?"

"Just hanging. We were up till two, and then I remembered I had to be here at four."

"Ha ha."

"Yeah, freaking hilarious."

"Where's Aaron?"

"Not here."

"Good." Joseph moved around a bit, making himself more comfortable on top of Candice. "I'm sleeping until he shows up."

Candice shrugged. "Fine. Just try not to dig your butt into my leg, would you?"

And that was it for talking. They both drifted off almost instantly.

But then Aaron and Andrew walked into the room, talking about costumes. Andrew stopped Aaron in his tracks when he saw Joseph and Candice cuddled up on the chair together, and he started beaming. Aaron tilted his head in confusion at the two while Andrew took out his phone and quickly took a picture.

"Hello twitter..." he said as he left the room while punching words onto his phone.

Aaron chuckled and threw his clip board at the two. "Hey love birds, wake up. You got work."

Candice groaned yet again. "Goddam," she mumbled.

Joseph smirked. "Is that what you think whenever you see me?"

Candice sneered at him and gave him a shove, pushing him onto the floor.

"Candice!" he complained in a low voice as he left his face on the floor and slowly moved his arms to help himself up.

"Shut up," she groaned back. But as she got out of her chair, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. They were acting like drunk high schoolers. She slowly pulled her sunglasses off and stepped over Joseph as she made her way to follow Aaron.

The next couple hours were filled with watching their movements on film and then lipreading into a microphone, and then ordering coffee after coffee, and then picking on one another whenever Aaron left the room. But after they re-spoke every word from two scenes they'd done weeks ago, they were finished and allowed to go home.

Or they thought.

Turns out right after they finished up in the sound booths, they were taken straight to the Wardrobe for more costume fittings. They sat in chairs right next to each other, staring off at nothing. Joseph sighed after a few minutes of waiting for Andrew. "Do you think we'll be together all day?"

Candice shrugged. "Probably. We've done nothing for the past few episodes but bond, so I can only assume."

Joseph sighed. "I'm tired," he stated obviously.

"So am I," Candice agreed.

But they didn't get to dwell in their self pity for long because Andrew came around the corner - happier than a clam - holding an armful of dresses. Candice looked up at him and groaned. "I'm not putting on-"

"You're putting on all of these," Andrew interrupted her, nodding. He threw them sloppily over the top of one of the changing booths. "Joseph, you're in charge of making sure she let's me see each and every single one of these, got it?"

Joseph waved his hand in response and slowly stood up off his chair.

Andrew frowned at the two of them. "You guys want coffee or anything?"

"Yes!" Candice said quickly. "Yes. Don't add anything. I need the strong stuff."

Andrew raised his eyebrows in amazement at how they could show up to work like that. "Joseph?"

Joseph nodded and held up two fingers.

Andrew pointed at him. "You owe me money, then." And then he was off.

Candice was still sitting down, not wanting to put on so many outfits. Joseph turned to her and took her hand, pulling her up slowly. "Come on," he urged her. "You've got to get this over with."

Candice sighed and allowed him to lead her to the changing room. When she was inside, shoulder slumped and lower lip sticking out, Joseph chuckled. "Would you like help putting them on, as well?"

Candice narrowed her eyes in a mock laugh and shut the curtain in his face. He laughed and leaned against the outside. "Just being polite."

"Just being a pervert, more like it," Candice corrected as she pulled her jacket off. She tossed it to the side as she picked up a rough, orange dress bundled up on the ground on top of the other dresses Andrew had just thrown down. She'd thought maybe it would look good, but as she held it in front of her, she groaned. "The first one looks like a pumpkin," she complained to Joseph.

He chuckled. "You have to put it on," he reminded her.

Candice bit her bottom lip. "Not if you go throw it away for me..."

Joseph shook his head, even though Candice couldn't see him. "No way. I have to see this," he said as he pulled out his phone.

Candice audibly stomped her foot on the ground. She pulled her shirt off and worked on the buttons of her pants while scowling at the dress laid out on the bench beside her. It took her nearly three entire long minutes to figure out how to get the dress over her head, and another two minutes to zip up the back because it was so incredibly tight.

After struggling with it and sighing at Joseph's "Are you okay?" questions, Candice looked in the mirror and almost growled. Five entire minutes to put on a dress that made her look like a fucking fairy.

Joseph frowned at the sudden silence and turned to look at the side of the booth, as if he could see through it at her. "Everything alright?"

Candice pursed her lips at her reflection in the mirror. "Just perfect..."

Joseph looked up just in time to see Andrew walk by the door of the changing rooms. "Hey, Andrew!"

Candice moaned and dropped her head back. "Joseph!" she whined.

But her pouting didn't work because Andrew was already there and was pulling back the curtain of the booth. Candice turned around, startled. "Hey! I could have still been changing," she accused.

Andrew shrugged. "I'm gay. Don't care."

And she almost let it go - until Joseph looked around the corner for half of a second. He meant for her to not see him, but she did. And as he pulled his head back out of view, she heard him start to laugh.

"I'll kill you," she muttered to him through the thin wall. But she really felt like sticking to her words when she saw Joseph's hand come around the corner holding an iPhone. She heard a flashing noise and instantly ran forward, past Andrew and turned to the side, looking at Joseph in embarrassment and anger. "Joseph!"

"Candice," he returned her greeting in the midst of his chuckling.

Candice looked at his hand and reached for the phone. But he pulled it out of her reach. "Give it!"

"That's never happening," he replied to her.

But what came to Candice's advantage was that Joseph really wasn't that much taller than her. So, she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and jumped up in the air, pushing him down and snatching the phone. She smiled and landed back on the ground with Joseph under her arm. But he still had a hold of his device.

"Give it to me!" Candice ordered.

Joseph tickled her side - knowing her weakness. Instantly, she doubled over and let go of his phone. She didn't have time to attack again, though, because Andrew took hold of her hand and turned her around to look at him.

"Okay, this dress isn't working," he stated.

Candice tilted her head at him and gave him an irritated look. "Ya think?"

Andrew sighed in disappointment with himself and pushed her back towards the changing room. "Give me that one and get another one on."

Candice held the curtain open as she leaned her head out. "Get the photo from Joseph," she hissed.

"Too late," Joseph announced, holding his phone up in victory. "Already on twitter followed with three favorites already."

Candice glared at him and lifted her finger to point. "I'm going to get you back," she informed him.

"Oh, I'm terrified."

Andrew pulled the curtain shut, growing irritated with the two. He turned to Joseph. "You should be. She bites back hard." And then he walked off, flicking his hair out of his face and picking up some discarded clothing by a chair nearby.

Joseph smiled at himself and yawned. As Candice slipped out of her dress, a thought hit her. "Joseph, you know that that picture is going to make everyone think we're together," she pointed out.

Joseph shrugged. "Just the media. And they ship us together, anyway, so I don't see a problem..." In reality, he was happy about that. The idea of their characters together was great; but if they had the impression they were together off-screen, too... Well, he would just have a hell of a ball with that.

"Ship?" Candice asked, bringing him back to their conversation. "What?"

Joseph sighed. "I'm not explaining it. You, of all people, would refuse to just accept it. You'd mull it over for days until it made sense."

Candice scoffed as she put her arms though the sleeves of a silk blue dress. This one was incredibly tight around her stomach, and she felt like she was wearing a corset. She'd worn one before, and she'd actually liked it. It gave her even more shape. But the bottom was a completely different story. The entire dress was like the one she had worn for the Original's ball in season three. But this one was silk, with no jewels on the top, very narrow, yet still somehow flowy, and she had a thick band that started on her chest and wrapped around her shoulders and back.

She looked in the mirror when she was sure it was on correctly, and instantly smiled. Even with her messy hair, and tired eyes, she looked great in the dress.

"Is Andrew out there?" she asked.

Joseph looked up from his phone once. "No," he answered while continuing to scroll down the screen. Then his head snapped up with a wicked smirk on his face. "Why? are you wearing another pumpkin?" he asked excitedly.

"No...I just don't want to come out if he's not right there," she answered.

Joseph frowned. "Why? Is it even worse than the last?"

Candice rolled her eyes. "No, it's normal." She didn't know why she preferred Joseph not to see. She looked great, she'd admit that with no hesitation. But maybe it was Joseph she was afraid would think it looked a bit to...whatever it could be too much of. Sexy, mature, formal, incredible. Anything. She'd strut out there and spin for Andrew, flipping her hair over her shoulder. But with Joseph...she just didn't want him to see her at all.

Joseph was clicking on his camera button as he chuckled to himself. "I don't believe you. Come on, get out here," he instructed while getting ready to snap a picture before she would have time to see the phone.

"Get Andrew out there first."

"He'll be back. And you can't take it off until he's here, so just show me," he urged.

Candice sighed in annoyance. He had a point. She couldn't take it off until Andrew approved. And he'd see it when she showed Andrew, anyway, so her hiding really wasn't going to do anything.

So she turned to make sure that the back was completely fastened and, when she made herself feel confident, opened the curtain to be met with a camera phone flashing.

She expected Joseph to laugh at her and show off his smile as he posted the photo onto twitter again, but he stopped.

He stared at the phone, taking in the image he hadn't expected to see at all. And then he looked up from the screen, to make sure the picture was accurate. And it wasn't. She looked far better than what the picture could come close to. He put the phone down to his side and just stared at her with his mouth slightly open.

Candice bit her lips together in hesitation and looked down at herself. "Is it okay?" she asked. She chuckled and looked back up at him. "I don't look too much like a blueberry, do I? That was my first thought," she made up, just to make it seem like she thought it was stupid in case that was what he was thinking.

Joseph didn't even seem to hear her words. He exhaled and smiled. "That dress looks amazing on you," he nodded.

Candice slowly smiled in relief. "Thank you," she returned in a suddenly strong voice, now with Joseph's approval she felt as proud as a princess.

That was when Andrew entered the room whistling in impression. "Fabulous, girl," he sang.

Candice beamed, now focusing on Andrew. But Joseph's eyes couldn't move. He'd been amazed at her other dresses before, but this one was just incredible. She was absolutely breathtaking.

Andrew and Candice started messing with parts of the dress, wondering if it should be hemmed a bit or if there should be shoulders added, blah blah blah, while Joseph continued studying her. He should have seen her as Caroline, since that was who she was dressed as, but all he could picture was Candice out on a date with him at some formal restaurant. At a ball, maybe. They could both dance now after so many classes of it for their scenes together. But they wouldn't have been dancing as a hybrid and sassy vampire. They would be her and him, in real life, waltzing with their own style.

"What do you think, Joseph?"

Joseph looked back up to Andrew's waiting face. He was playing with the piece of fabric that wrapped around the top of Candice's arms and chest. Joseph shook his head. "What?"

Andrew slowly started to smirk, and it confused Joseph further. Andrew's look made it obvious he knew something, or that Joseph had just confirmed something. Candice didn't seem to notice, though, because she repeated the question for Andrew without even noticing the intense and confused look the two guys were sharing. "The top. How does it look? Should we add more or just completely get rid of it?"

Joseph looked from Andrew's evil smile back to Candice. He shook his head. "Uh, no. No, it looks great as is." He nodded, like he was confirming his comment. He looked back and forth between them, not knowing where to keep his eyes. "It looks great."

Andrew looked like he was about to burst into giggles as he pulled back from Candice. "Well, I agree," he declared with a shrug. "Now get in there and put on something even more outstanding." He turned to Joseph with high eyebrows. "Cause God knows there's more in there," he said through stretched lips.

Candice busied herself with her dress as she turned around and walked back into the booth, shutting the curtain.

It was like a switch in Joseph's head when she was no longer in view. He went from being in a haze to suddenly incredibly aware of what was going on around him, and the fact that Andrew was right at his side with his eyebrows raised. Joseph frowned. "What's the look for?"

Andrew sighed like Joseph was a child that could be taught nothing. "Could you just...not make it so obvious?" he asked, folding his hands in front of him.

Joseph frowned at him harder. "What? Make what less obvious?"

Andrew scoffed, getting ready to walk away. "No one likes someone who plays the dumb card, Morgan."

Joseph watched after the gay man with an open mouth, not able to form words. What was he implying? What had even just happened? Did Andrew know something he didn't? "What?" Joseph called after Andrew before he slipped around a corner. But of course, Andrew didn't answer. He was going to just live with that knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" Candice echoed Joseph from inside the booth.

Joseph shook his head, clearing away the unwanted confusion and slight irritation. "Nothing," he brushed off her question. "I've got to be somewhere. I'll see you later," he dismissed himself, really having nowhere to go but the breakroom. He didn't care. Something about what Andrew had hinted at was bugging him. So he was out of the Wardrobe and walking quickly down the halls with thoughts racing through his mind.

Candice really had looked amazing...was it his gawking that Andrew had been referring to? That would make sense. But why the proud smirk? There was nothing going on between him and Candice. Nothing. And unless they were a fan, they weren't allowed to assume otherwise.

.

Andrew looked back into the changing rooms, scanning the room for the angered Englishman. All clear.

He walked up to Candice's closed off changing booth and leaned against the side. "Candice..." he sang in a low voice.

"Yes Andrew?" she said back in the same secretive voice.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Candice frowned before pulling back enough of the curtain for her face to be shown. "Are you secretly straight? Because if so, dude, you've got the whole thing backwards-"

"No," he chuckled at her. "I was just asking," he waved it off.

Candice narrowed her eyes. "What's going on in that twisted mind of yours?"

Andrew looked down at his hands, picking at his fingernails. He tilted his head back and forth to the side. He twisted his lips to the side in thought, then looked up at the door that led to the hallway. "Joseph's cute."

Candice's eyes slowly widened. "What? No!" she said quickly, shaking her head. "No." She chuckled humorlessly. "That is on-screen only. Him and I in real life is- no. I mean we-no-we have absolutely nothing in common. We're-no-we're friends only. Nothing romantic at all. I mean, can you-I mean-imagine Joseph and I? ...No," she rambled on and on quickly, shaking her head the whole time. Her eyes were looking back and forth from the door (as if Joseph were there) and Andrew. "Ppthh...No."

Andrew arched his eyebrows and blinked slowly. "That's a lot of 'no's, Candice."

"Because the idea is crazy!" she hissed back. She narrowed her eyes down at him. How could he... Where would that idea have come from? There was nothing there with her and him. Him and her were just complete opposites. No. She wasn't even attracted to him. At all. Never would she think of her and him. Only when they were on set making out could she think of him and h-

No! No. Her feelings when she macked on his face didn't count. She was most likely horny when she gets those butterflies in her stomach during Klaroline scenes. Nothing real.

"You're a sick little man," she whispered to Andrew.

He chuckled. "Says the woman who just said all of her thoughts out loud."

"...What?"

He turned around. "I'm not the one that said anything shocking. You're the one with horny butterflies in your stomach."

"Andrew!"

"Calm down, honey," he said as he slowly turned around with an exasperated look on his face. "If it helps, I'm sure he had the same feeling when you came out in that blue fabric from heaven."

Candice looked at him hard for a few moments. "What does that mean?"

He sighed and turned back around, rubbing his forehead. "You guys are a bit too oblivious..."

Not incredibly thrilled with this chapter. But I couldn't come up with anything better. Please tell me if I should never post a chapter I wasn't incredibly thrilled with again because it sucked. Because if you don't, I'll most likely post another chapter I might not be incredibly thrilled with because no one told me how incredibly horrid it was.