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Day 4 - Hollywood

Armin Arlet groaned when he arrived at his best friend's apartment. There were pizza boxes and beer cans scattered across the floor. He had told him time and time again that he needed to clean up after himself better. Not everyone can afford a maid and he definitely can't. Not yet, at least.

"Wake up Eren! I found a part!" There was a crash of CDs and Eren stumbled out of his room.

"Hey Armin. What did you find?" A script was placed in Eren's hand.

"Read this and call me tomorrow. Auditions are Thursday." Armin turned away to leave.

"But it's Wednesday."

Armin paused, glancing back. "Exactly, Eren. Also, please clean up. Mikasa called me and said I should tell you that she'll be here at 9."

Eren rubbed his face. "I forgot she was coming today. I can't believe I agreed to let her stay with me for a semester." He groaned. "Why couldn't she stay at her Ivy League school. I mean, I do love her to death, but she can be so goddamn awful."

"It won't be that bad," Armin said. He quickly regretted his words, glancing back at Eren. He had turned pale and he looked far away.

"You have no idea." He looked at the script in his hands. "What time is the audition?"

"10. Why?"

Eren tried to laugh. "No reason."

Annie Leonhart wasn't surprised when she was called back in. After last year's Oscar nomination, her life had become much easier. The attention it brought, however, was completely unnecessary. It was only made worse when her two roommates, Reiner Braun and Bertolt Hoover, invited a reporter from TMZ into their apartment. The talk she had to give them after that incident had been painful. Arriving at the small studio she had been called to, she took the elevator up to the fifth floor.

She was surprised to find two men and a woman waiting for her. She recognized the woman as the casting person she had met three days ago and the older man as the director. Yet it was the younger man, likely around her age, who was unrecognizable.

"Who is this?" Annie said.

"My name is Eren Jaeger. I've been cast as the lead." He rubbed the back of his head while extending a hand towards her. "It's nice to meet you, Annie. You've done some amazing work."

No comments on the Oscars. Annie smiled.

"You're the first person in five months to not mention the Oscars to me. Perhaps this won't be a catastrophe." She turned to the other two. "Is he good enough?"

"Why don't you find out for yourself, Leonhart?" Erwin walked up to her and handed over a short script. "You two will be reading this scene."

"How did the call back go?" Annie groans. She knew Reiner was going to grill her about it, but she had been in such a great mood after leaving that she spaced out how much she didn't want to go home.

"I got the part." Reiner and Bertolt were in the cramp living room they had. Annie paused when she spotted the cake on the table that read, "Congrats, Annie!"

"You got me a cake…"

Reiner leaned back and laughed. "Of course we did. Erwin Smith is the hottest director, in more than one way, in Hollywood right now." Bringing a hand to rest beneath his chin, his eyes sparkled. "Did you meet the male lead yet?"

Annie nodded. They both leaned in. Sighing, she said, "His name is Eren Jaeger. He's just a no-namer."

"Was he about five foot seven and had brown hair a little shorter than yours?" Bertolt asked. Unsure how to respond, Annie nodded. "I can't believe you get to work with the Eren Jaeger. You need to invite him over sometime. I'd love to talk with him about his performance in Attack on Titan."

"Never heard of it," Annie said. She looked at Reiner. "Is that some Broadway musical?"

"Yes it is, Annie. Attack on Titan won five Tonys. Jaeger got one for Best Leading Actor in a Musical because of it. Apparently it's based off of a Japanese legend called "Shingeki no Kyojin.""

"Then why is he doing a movie? He has a career in New York."

Bertolt and Reiner shrugged. "We left some food in the fridge, since you can't cook. We're going on a double date with Ymir and Historia Heiss."

"...I can cook."

Eren really didn't like his stunt double. Rivaille 'Levi' Heichou was an asshole. He speculated it was due to the fact everyone called him 'Manlet' behind his back.

Today they were filming the climax where his and Annie's characters break out of their respective camps, having been separated halfway through the movie. However, some of the scenes required Levi to replace him.

"What are you looking at, brat?" And then there was the nickname. Eren had gotten frustrated with it, especially since he had been called it every single day since they were introduced.

"I wish it wasn't you," Eren said, stalking off. He was done with filming until after lunch, which was in two hours. He had gotten close to Annie, but she didn't have to show up since the remainder of her shots on the camp set was next week. Setting off, he wandered the backlot. It wasn't hard to keep off of other sets; as long as he remained outside, he would be fine.

The day of the premier was intensive for everyone. Armin had been coaching Eren on his interview skills, given he had only done two before the movie. The fitting he had done had been much easier and less stressful, especially since his luck in avoiding interviews had put him in a position where he was still a relatively small name. Annie, on the other hand, had to deal with her roommates who had proven to be better stylists than any hack her agent tried to get her to use.

"Are you sure that's fine?" Bertolt asked. There was a tinge of sweat on his brow which Annie ignored.

"It's perfect."

"I'm sure Eren will love it," Reiner said. "We need to get going, unless you want to be late." Annie gave him a half-hearted glare. She had gotten close to Eren and there were times that her real emotions came through while acting.

Those were the ones that scared her most.

She arrived at the premier before Eren and took her time moving through the reporters. Some of them held her up, hoping to catch the two leads together. Annie went along with it, wondering what was taking him so long.

"...It's too bad that we couldn't talk to both you and Eren."

"About what?" a voice asked. She turned, surprised. "Also, I love the dress Annie."

Blushing, she turned away from the cameras. The reporter shoved her microphone towards Eren, all while shouting questions at him. He ignored them, focusing only on Annie.

"What's wrong?"

"Nobody has ever said such a thing with such...sincerity."

Eren smiled. "Then I'll tell you again: I love the dress."

Annie smiled, glanced at him for a second, and tossed her arms around his neck. Paparazzi be damned. I'll have this. She pulled him into a kiss. It was wet, fast. Needy. Pulling away, she noticed Eren was grinning mad.

They never made it to the premier.