A/N: sorry for the wait, I was debating two major plot turns for this specific fanfic, and not to mention my others. So here you go! Enjoy:)! Disclaimer: I Own nothing!
Duncan
"Duncan! My man! Whats happening!" It's four in the morning when my phone starts going off.
"What do you want Chris?" I grumble. In case you can't tell, I'm not excactily a morning person.
"Want? What makes you think I want something? Can't a mamager just take some time to talk to his best client?"
"What did you do?" I groan. It is way to early for Chris.
"Okay, so earlier today I may have accedently tweeted that you are coming out with a new hit single you wrote yourself..." I jump out of my bed, almost falling onto the floor.
"YOU WHAT!?" I scream.
"It's not the end of the world, just think about somethingthats going on right now and write about it!" What Chris dosen't know is I'm already thinking of it, of her. Ever since last night I've been in a daze. Dose she love me? Do I love her? I hear a cough and realize that Chris is still on the phone.
"Oh, um yea. I'm sure I'll think of something. I've gotta get some rest."
"Whatever you say." That's when I hang up.
I sit down at my desk, a blank notebook page staring back at me. Yes, I write my songs in a notebook. It's not girly at all. Let me tell you something, writing songs is not easy, expecily when you've only kissed your inspiration twice. I only had about four lines when I got some serious writers block.
(A/N: just like me :)!)
That's when I decide to pay my inspiration a little visit.
Gwen
"Wait! Don't go, I love you Dun- I mean, um Andrew!" Shit. Well now Cody looks as confused as hell.
"CUT! Gwen! I thought you said you knew your lines for this scene backwards and forwards! GOSH!" Harold screams through the megaphone, leaning back in this directors chair. "MAKEUP! SHE'S TO PALE, FIX IT!" He screams again. Jerk. Lindsey nods and hurries me to the vainety off set.
"You did great out there." She fake smiles, pulling out bronzer from the fucking huge makeup kit she carries everywhere.
"Yea right, I totally fucked up!" I grunt. Man, ever since last night I've been out of it. I mean, I fucking kissed him, twice! And I kinda enjoyed it...God Gwen! Stop thinking like this! I think to myself.
"No, you where fine! Close your eyes." Lindsey orders, and I obey. Problem, whenever I close my eyes, I see him. He's taking over my life! I better not like him for real, because, well, just because! "Okay, open!" She squeals. I open my eyes to see a tanned version of myself. You see, that's why I avoid the sun, it makes me look like a wannabe.
"Better get back to shooting, yay." I mumble sarcastlicly. I take my place and take a deep breath, ready to say my line.
"THATS LUNCH!" Harold shouts. I give the ginger the death stare, and storm off set. I'm halfway to my trailer when I see him, and my heart skips a beat. His green mowhawk approaches me and before I can speak, he kisses me directly on the lips. As soon as I return the favor, he pulls away.
"Thanks for the insperation Sunshine!" He calls, running back towards his car. I'm paraliesed. Unable to make a snarky comeback or run after him, I just stand there, feet glued to the ground. Well shit, I may just like him.
A/N: And here is youre veary much delayed chapter. Sorry for the wait, but I'm not going to give up on this story!
MTC
Sparkulz
