CHAPTER 7

When they finally arrived onset together it was almost time to leave for their break again.

They both still didn't feel well for basically the next 4 hours since they actually started sobering up.

When they finally made a break after another few hours of filming and rehearsing Naya went straight to her trailer without looking or talking to anyone.

She needed to be alone. She needed time to fix her confused brain and figure everything out that had happened last night. Usually after a night of drinking it took her a whole day to recover and overthink all the things she had been doing and thinking pushed by the alcohol.

She lay down on her couch and stared at the ceiling.

After 10 minutes she decided to turn her ipod on and listen to some music. Stay by Rihanna started playing and when she was back in her position on the sofa thinking at nothing particular she started focusing on the lyrics.

She had never actually paid attention to the words of the song before but now, it felt like these words couldn't make more sense.

For some reason she understood the meanings without actually knowing why.

She closed her eyes and started singing along.

All along it was a fever
A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air I said show me something
He said, if you dare come a little closer

Round and around and around and around we go
Now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way
I want you to stay

Heather stood in the door to Naya's trailer listening to her voice singing Rihanna's Stay. She silently stood there, watching Nayas face expressing, even with her eyes closed, every single line of the song as if it actually meant something. As if it wasn't just words of a song, but a confession to whoever she was singing to. The honesty in her voice fascinated Heather. She loved watching Naya sing when no one was around cause those were the times that her singing was best. Naya wasn't aware of it, but Heather knew when Naya thought no one was around, no one was watching her, were the only times she allowed her heart to fully embrace the songs she was singing. To let all of her feelings out.

So Heather remained silent captivated by the beautiful sound.

Heather wasn't exactly an emotional person. And she wasn't a person of thoughts. She was a person of action. If she wanted to do something, she did it. If she felt like doing something, no matte what other people told her, she would do it, somehow. She wasn't stupid, she had just never cared about overthinking the big things. She had always been naturally happy with most things, happy with going with the flow of life, taking things as they were. Naya was the thinker. Heather knew that Naya's head never stopped working. Even though Naya tried to always look calm and relaxed but Heather knew whenever Naya thought no one was looking, her inner disquietness would display on her face. She knew all the things about her that no one else was aware of. Sometimes not even Naya herself. She knew, how Naya, event hough she would never tell anyone, felt for some reason, never really happy or truly satisfied. She could see it in her eyes, no matter where she went it looked like she was searching for something; searching for an answer. And she could never find it. So the constant confusion displayed deep down in the darkness of her irises. Sometimes Heather felt like Nayas eyes were asking her a silent question, expecting Heather to know the answer to all her questions. But she didn't she wanted to help her so badly, she wanted Naya to be happy. There was no one in the world that deserved it more. But she had no idea what to do. She had to watch Naya drowning in her own confusion day after day. She didn't know much about all these things and thoughts that seemed to invade Nayas head day after day, without mercy. All she knew was that Naya was probably the only person in the world that she actually considered worth trying to help through their own personal problems as good as possible.

It may sound like Heather was a really selfish person, but she actually was just too happy to surround herself with miserable people. She wasn't a bad person; she had just a different view on most people. And she was careless, most of all.

Naya had finished her song. Heather caught her face displaying a small genuine smile on her lips for no particular reason. But watching Naya made her happy; knowing that this beautiful creature on the sofa over there was her best friend. She was HERS… kind of. And she could have continued staring at her for hours and hour if Naya wouldn't have opened her eyes in this exact moment and noticed the blonde girl standing in her doorway.

She looked at her and started smiling. A sincere smile, for no particular reason.

Heather started walking towards her, as the song started playing again.

"How long have you been standing there, creeper?"

"Long enough Nay-Nay. What is going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"Just… stuff." Naya said trying to sound casual. She could see that Heather wasn't satisfied with her answer and continued "Don't worry Hemo."

"okay"Heather was now standing infront of the sofa.

"You have some space for an exhausted little dancer free?" Heather asked, rocking the puppy eyes.

"Com'er" Naya said smiling, wiggling herself to the back of the sofa so her friend could sit down infront of her. She said down but immediately lay down next to her.

"Cuddle?" she asked in her sweetest voice, making it impossible for naya to say no.

She put her arm around Heathers stomach and pulled her closer spooning her as they often did when taking a break from rehearsing.

After a minute of silence Heather said "Taylor texted me again."

Naya remained silent. She'd never liked taylor too much. For some reason she'd always felt like he was holding Heather back. Whenever he was around Heather behaved different. Like she was trying to be someone she used to bet back in high school when she met him. He wanted her to be the naïve small-town girl she used to be back home before she left to live her dream of becoming a dancer.

"He's gonna come visit me soon."

"Mh." was all that Naya responded.

"Is that really all you have to say?" Heather shifted out of Nayas grip until she was facing her, looking into her eyes challenging.

"No, but what do you expect me to say. You guys broke up like 2 months ago, shouldn't he be over you yet?"

"It's not like that Naya, you know it. It's never that easy!"

"So do you want him to come?"

"Of course I do, I mean… he's my soul mate. We've been together for most of our lives."

"So I guess, it's a good thing then."

Heather rolled her eyes and turned so now she was looking at the ceiling instead of Naya, folding her hands over her stomach.

"Dianna invited us to a party next Saturday."

"Oh man, is it cast only? Or are her "exclusive Hollywood friends" gonna be there?"

"No, I think it's just us…"

"Cool… even though today I feel like never drinking again."

Heather chuckled and looked at Naya.

"You're getting old my love."

"Oh please, that was a little bit too much last night."

Heather just grinned.

It was the first time since last night that they mentioned it. For some reason it made Naya feel uncomfortable. Her mind had been racing ever since she woke up this morning, trying to deal with all the weird emotions erupting in her body all night. They had been there all the time, she was sure, but she had always chosen to ignore them to some point.

"That was fun." Heather sighed.

"Yeah."

"You're weird today Naya."

"No I'm not. I'm just tired."

"If you say so."

"We should get back on set before Ryan loses it again."


Hey Internet-friend,

it's ME again!

What do you mean, you don't remember me?

hmm.. why does this always happen to me? I remember you though. And all the fun we had together!

Remember that one time that I wrote you a letter? That was fun, ey?

No? Wow, you are one bad friend.

So if you don't remember me, I'm gonna tell you something about me, maybe it's gonna help you remember me next time.

I'm really cold. And hungry. But I don't wanna eat, cause I'm drinking beer, and if I eat now, I'm not gonna be able to get drunk and then all the beer goes to waste. I know, this is a really hard situation. What would you do?

What do you mean you don't care?

Well, I guess, I'm just gonna go take a shower. and than I'm gonna drink, and when I finished drinking right before I go to bed, I'm gonna go eat something. - But than I'm gonna get fat cause eating before going to bed is bad.

DAMNIT.

Well, that's it for now, see you next time Internetfriend.

Lalekova

P.S. I hate you, bad friend!

No, not you...all the others! :)