A/N: Thanks everyone for reading! Also, disregard some things that happened in the Degrassi Goes Hollywood movie.

"Does she know that?" I asked him.

He nodded. "At least I think so…"

I raised my eyebrows, last night's run in had proven to me otherwise.

"She didn't seem to happy to see me there," I said, looking down at my lap.

"Well, honestly, she probably wasn't. But she doesn't matter. Besides, you and I, we're not really…together… yet. I don't want to mess up what he have now. I'd rather take things slower," he said, taking my hand in his.

I smiled. "I don't want to mess anything up either. I'd rather not deal with any kind of relationship now. I'm still…" I paused. The smile had gone from my face.

"Still what?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nothing. I'm still nothing…" I said quickly.

"Oh, really?"

"I'm not ready to talk about it, yet." I avoided making eye contact.

He widened his eyes and nodded. "Alright."

My fifth big audition of the week and still, I was empty handed. Sure, the small gigs were getting me by, but I was yearning for something to sink my teeth into, that I could really show what I have. Was I really not as good as I thought I was?

"You know what you need?" Lily said, who I had just met a couple days before at an audition. We were both in need of a friend.

"What's that?" I asked, taking a sip of the coffee I had ordered. We walked outside to sit at a table.

"An agent. You can only go so far without one in this city. If you get an agent, you'll get better auditions."

I thought for a moment. "I guess you're right. It has been hard for me to juggle scheduling my auditions and keeping track of them all on top of going to them."

"Here," she said. She dug around in her over sized bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. "Someone gave this to me to look over. I don't need it anymore, so I'll pass it onto you."

I took the paper and set it on the table. "Thanks," I said smiling.

A beeping noise came out of Lily's bag. She dug around again and pulled out a fancy looking phone, looking at it and sighing. "I've gotta go. My boyfriend is locked out of our apartment." She laughed and rolled her eyes while standing up.

"Okay," I said. "I'm gunna hang out here for awhile. See you."

"Yeah, see you." And with that she went walking off.

I took another drink of my coffee and unwrinkled the paper. Lily was right, my problem was that I needed an agent. Surely that would solve all of my problems. And I'd get the recognition that I craved.

My head jerked up, involuntarily. I thought I had heard my name. I looked around, but saw no one. I shook my head and looked back down at the paper, scanning the names and stars.

"Manny!" A man's voice called out to me.

I looked up to see someone run up to me. "Holy crap," I said.

I sat there in a stunned stupor, looking at the familiar face run up to me with a slight smile on his face. He stopped by the table and looked down at me, smiling wider.

"I thought that was you. What are you doing here?!" He asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again. "Craig?"

He laughed. "That'd be me." He paused and smiled. "Manny?" He imitated my shocked voice.

I smiled slightly and nodded. "When did you move to L.A.?"

"I thought you knew I moved down here? I thought rumors always spread like wildfire between all of you back home."

"Apparently not all of them," I said.

"Anyway, when did you move down here?" He asked me, the empty seat across from me.

"A month or two ago. I've been so busy; I don't know for sure."

What was he doing talking to me? The last time we had seen each other I had dumped him for his drug problem. We hadn't left on the best of terms. Apparently it must have been all under the bridge now.

"Acting?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair.

I nodded. "Every struggling actor tries L.A. out at least once for a break."

"Very true. How has it been going for ya?"

I shrugged. "Not as well as I want. I book commercials and small things like that. I never seem to get any good roles, which is frustrating."

He smiled. "I know how that is."

"How is your music?" I asked.

"It's going good, actually. I've been getting some pretty good gigs. I'm kind of on a break right now. I've been on tour none stop it seems like, so I'm taking a bit of a mental health break," he laughed.

I laughed too, but more at the irony. I couldn't tell if he meant it as a joke or not. "Good for you, Craig."

"Where are you living?" He asked me.

"Up the street in those tan apartment buildings," I said, pointing in the direction.

He nodded. "I pass by them all the time. Small world."

I smirked. "Yeah, it is."

Craig looked down at his watch. "I've got to go. I'm meeting a friend, but listen, I'll give you my cell number."

I took out my phone and punched in the numbers as he told me. I told him my number as well.

"We'll have to get together soon," he said, standing up.

I nodded. "Yeah. It's good to know at least one person in this big, bad city."

He laughed. "See you around, Manny. Good to see you."

"You too, Craig." I said, finishing off my coffee.

He turned to walk around, but then stopped and turned back to me. "Are you busy tonight?"

I thought a moment and then shook my head. "Nope."

He smiled. "Good. I'll call you and we'll go do something."

"Sounds good."

With that, he turned and walked away.

I sat back in my chair, pondering what had just happened.