The reason I chose Savannah, Georgia was because I've been there and it's beautiful, and I didn't want to waste time figuring out since Camp Rock and WOWP are in different locations. Anyway. They finaly meet. Enjoy and please, please review. :)
Nate was frantic as he entered the Savannah studio. Not only was Caitlyn not there with him, but if he didn't assure Brown that he was going to bring the girl in only a few hours, not only would the show be canceled, but his job as well.
And he really, really loved this job.
Nate walked quickly towards the back, ignoring all the crew members who were going back and forth setting everything up. He hoped all their hard work paid off.
Nate held his phone in his hand, praying that Caitlyn would call him soon and tell him that everything was going to work out. Before Brown exploded and fired him altogether.
Nate asked a bystander where Brown was, and he told him that he was farther in the back, where he was claiming his temporary office. Great, Nate thought. Just another place to be humiliated. Wasn't that great?
Nate thanked the bystander and walked even faster to the back. Finally, he reached the very end, where not so many people were hanging around anymore. There was a door in front of him. Nate looked at his phone. Anytime, Kate, he silently begged. Nate gulped and knocked nervously on the door.
"Come on in, Gray," he heard Brown from the other side. Nate raised an eyebrow. How did he know it was him, out of all the people that were hanging about?
Nate opened the door and let himself inside, closing it silently as he sat down in one of the two chairs. This office was much bigger and much more fancier than the one in Hollywood's studio, for some reason. The chairs were also more expensive, and the desk seemed finer.
Brown was sitting in front of the desk, looking at Nate. "So?" he urged. "Any news?"
Nate nodded slowly. "I'm still waiting to hear from Caitlyn," he explained nervously. "But I'm sure they're on their way here as we speak." He reassured.
He hoped they were. Brown didn't seem too patient.
Brown looked at Nate. "You better hope they are," he warned him. "Because I'm about to lose it."
Are you sure you haven't already? Nate asked himself, trying very hard to keep the comment to himself. No, this wasn't time for stupid remarks. Not with Brown like this and the stake of his career depending on an ignorant girl who hadn't bothered to call back to confirm her damn appearance on the show.
As if on cue, the cell phone in his hand rung.
He begged that it was Caitlyn. As he looked at the Caller ID, he smiled very wide. It was. Thank God.
He picked up on the second ring. "Kate? What happened? Is it settled?" he asked frantically.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yes, I have her here with me," Caitlyn assured and Nate did his best not to jump up and down like a two year old boy. "Everything's settled. I'll take her to the studio in about five minutes. We're almost there," she assured, and Nate smiled and gave Brown a thumbs up.
For the first time, Brown seemed relieved and a ghost of a smile threatened his features.
"Oh, my God, Caitlyn I love you," Nate told her. He could hear Caitlyn's giggle.
"I know you do. And I'm expecting that raise," she teased and Nate chuckled.
"It's all yours. You definitely deserve it. So much," he agreed.
"Alright, tell Brown to calm his ass, and I'll see you in three," with that, Caitlyn hung up.
Nate hung the phone and rested it on the table, then looked at Brown with a smile plastered on his face.
"Didn't I tell you it was all going to work out?" Nate tried to tell that to Brown, but it was mostly for himself. He couldn't believe Caitlyn had done it. What had happened with this girl, anyway?
Brown nodded. "You are lucky to have Gellar with you," Brown said, referring to Caitlyn. Nate beamed. He knew that. "Now leave and go prepare to greet her, introduce yourself, then tell her to come over here. Alone. And afterwards, you can go to the hotel and freshen up, go to dinner, thank Caitlyn, hire a hooker. Whatever." Brown waved Nate off.
Nate grabbed his phone and left the office quickly, running back towards the entrance of the studio. Tapping his foot without a rhythm, he kept looking around, waiting to see Caitlyn's cab or rented car. What was taking her so long? He couldn't wait for so long—he had to go rest. He had a very long, stressful day, and staying in that five star hotel seemed like the greatest idea in the world right about then.
Finally, Nate saw a black car enter the parking lot as it passed through the security. Nate sighed in relief. Finally, he thought. It's about time. Nate grinned as he saw Caitlyn's figure driving, her face now calm and, well, very smug.
Caitlyn parked the car in a not so lady like manner and got out from the driver's seat. She paused as she opened the passenger's door, said something with a reassuring smile on her face, and made way for a young looking girl to get out of the car with a purse.
When the girl turned around, Nate couldn't help being struck by how pretty she looked. Usually, they would get slut looking woman with revealing top and skirts, but this girl was wearing skinny jeans and a simple light blue t-shirt, her hair short and curly, her eyes brown and kind.
She was clutching tight to her handbag, he noticed, a sign that she was definitely nervous.
This girl looked like she wouldn't have a problem finding a boyfriend, Nate noted. She was very, very pretty and the type of girl any boy would love to hit on.
Not him, of course, but any other boy.
Nate unconsciously fixed his wrinkled shirt and his mess of a hair, and hoped he didn't seem angry, but happy and, well, what every person thinks of him on the show.
Caitlyn and the girl walked over to him, Caitlyn strutting professionally and the girl walking shyly. Nate noticed how he couldn't take his eyes off the girl, as she walked with her head hung low, staring at the ground, but she managed not to bump into anything or anyone.
"Nate," Caitlyn and the girl finally reached him. Nate looked from the girl to Caitlyn, and he grinned.
"You did it, Kate!" he gloated, hugging Caitlyn tight. "You managed it! You deserve you reward," he winked at her playfully, and Caitlyn laughed.
"You know how I can be," Caitlyn told him. She looked behind her and grabbed the girl's arm gently, pulling her next to her. "Nate, this is the lucky contestant, Alex Russo," she said.
Alex raised her head and her eyes met Nate's, and in a second, Nate felt mesmerized.
Something about the girl intrigued him—she seemed reserved, yet kind and delicate, yet tough and great…
Huh. Nate never thought he could get that much from a first look.
Ignoring the warm feeling he got, he shook Alex's hand and gave her his best smile. "Hello, there, Alex, welcome to 'Looking for Love'," Nate said. "I'm Nate Gray, and…and I sound like I'm hosting the show live again," Nate smiled sheepishly at Alex. Alex smiled slightly.
"I wouldn't know," Alex informed Nate, speaking louder than what Nate had expected her to speak.
Nate wondered why this was, but decided not to push it.
"Okay," Nate cleared his throat. "Well, our producer needs to talk to you, so, I'm going to have to cut this conversation short," Nate told her, relieved he could leave now, but somehow, sad, too. "But it was nice meeting you. I look forward to working more with you, getting to know you seems like fun." Nate didn't mean it as a flirt, just being nice, but somehow, it came out in a flirty tone.
Alex didn't seem affected by this, though. In fact, she looked a bit annoyed. "Yeah, okay," she said, sounding bored.
Nate didn't take this as a rejection. Instead, this intrigued him even more. What did this girl mean? Who was she? And why act in such harsh manner?
Nate smirked to himself. Maybe that's why she was single. Boy, if that was the reason, this girl was going to have a hard time finding love.
Nate grinned at his own joke, but Caitlyn and Alex misinterpreted it as a kind grin. "Well," Nate said. "Good luck then." And with that, Nate asked Caitlyn to take Alex to Brown. Caitlyn seemed suspicious of Nate for some reason, but agreed nevertheless. Nate said goodbye to the two ladies and got into his car.
For a moment, he just sat there, still. Thinking why he was so interested in this Alex Russo girl. He had seen so many girls much more revealing, much older, and much—he dared say—prettier than Alex. So why was it that with her, he seemed to want to have fun?
And not in the way many other guys meant fun, but in the way that she seemed like a puzzle he wanted to put together. She was interesting, very interesting. And he wanted to be the one to figure her out.
But Nate pushed aside that thought. That wasn't possible. She was here to search for love with the contestants that had signed up and were hopeful to make her fall in love with them. And Nate, Nate was just there to see it happen and help her through it.
For some reason, that thought really didn't seem to cheer Nate up.
"I'm going crazy," Nate muttered to himself, before starting his car's engine and driving out of the parking lot. "I'm talking to myself now. Great. And now I'm telling myself how crazy I am for talking to myself." Nate sighed, shaking his head. "Stop it, Nate. Ugh. Stop it, now." Nate shut his mouth and tried not to mutter to himself once again.
See? Only one meeting with this Russo chick and he was going crazy. Was this normal? And what did this mean?
Nate groaned. He didn't want to think anymore. He wanted to go to the hotel and rest up.
And not think about Alex Russo.