A/N: Hi. Sorry this took ages, I'm packing for school because I have to leave tomorrow. Yes, that's right, on a Saturday *sigh*. I apologise if Liz seems out of character (I mean it's not like we know her character I've never even met her [which has to change] because I live in England not America which sucks majorly) but it kind of needed to happen. Sorry, but I would kind of hate myself if this turned into one if those fics that is literally just fluff and smut with no plot. Anyway, enjoy. Um, hopefully.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognisable.

AVAN'S POV

We woke up pretty late the next day - seeing as we were exhausted from Zoey's unexpected visit. We rushed to get dressed, her putting on one of the most gorgeous black tops I think I'd ever seen - I mean, it had this massive V down the neck and then this fabric stuff... Sheer! She said something about it being sheer, or whatever. Girly names for clothing confused the shit out of me. We were about to rush downstairs when Liz stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, then frowned when she smacked her forehead and rolled her eyes at me.

"Forgetting something?"

"Well I thought we'd get breakfast at Starbucks on the way here like we usually d-"

"Not that, stupid! The fact that we have Zoey Deutch sleeping in one of our guest bedrooms and if we just leave then she'll probably wake up and have a panic attack!"

"Oh, I see, we'll ju- wait a minute..." I trailed off, a smile brighter than the sun appearing on my face despite how tired I was when I realised what she had said.

"For fucks sake Avan, what is it now? You don't have a scene first thing! Hurry up!" She was getting annoyed, but I didn't care. I was the happiest I could've been at that point.

"You said 'our'." I grinned.

"For the love of God Avan, I really, really love you, but you are pissing me off a bit now! What do you mean?" She tried to keep her voice to a whisper.

"You said 'our guest bedrooms'. As in, belongs to both you and me. As in, you live here, I live here, we both live here..." My smile increased as she blushed and looked down.

"I'm sorry, slip of the tongue. I'll write a note to Zoey, tell her where the food, towels, and whatever else are. What time will we get back? Never mind, I'll tell her you'll call her when we've finished so we can pick her up from here and grab some clothes from her place." She mumbled, more to herself than me, whilst she blushed again and walked of.

She said 'our'. I heard it. She didn't even deny it.

She said 'our'! My eyes widen. Wait, does that mean she wants to move in? Well, we can't exactly do it with the movie going on... Maybe after... How would I ask her...? I mean, this is a big deal, asking your girlfriend to move in wit-

Liz interrupted my thoughts by coming back and quietly ripping of a piece of paper from a notepad she had inside her bag that she'd written on and posting it through the bottom of the door of the room Zoey was sleeping in. She'd probably be out for a while, unlike us, she hadn't slept before she saw us. We walked out my house, and I opened the car door for Liz. She mumbled a 'thanks', still blushing from what she had said earlier, whilst I was still grinning.

I had started the car and pulled out of my driveway when she spoke up.

"I'm sorry about saying 'our' earlier, Avan, I wasn't thinking and I didn't mean to impose myse-"

I cut her off. "Baby, have you not seen me grinning like a Cheshire Cat? I think it's cute."

"What?" She turned to look at me.

"It means that one day you want to call guest rooms 'ours'. And a house 'ours'. And other things. Like the future, babe. The future is 'ours'."

"Could you be any more cheesy?" She asks me, but I can see the smile playing on her lips and the blush spread to her cheeks once more. I grab her hand and raise it to my lips, kissing a mixture of cool skin and many, many rings.

"Probably. You want me to try?"

She rolls her eyes and pulls her hand back. "Nonononono, that's good. We don't need any more cheese. We're good without it." I chuckle, and let silence take over. Well, until she talks.

"But... Thanks. And I love you. And I may consider moving in with you if you really, really want." She teases.

"I love you too, Lizzy. Do I have to beg? Because I'll beg if I have to." I smile at her. She just smiles back, and we spend the rest of the journey in a comfortable silence.

LIZ'S POV

I was getting my hair and makeup done, which would inevitably take ages.

Avan got me thinking. And not really the good thinking, the bad thinking. The kind of thinking that helped me relate to Jade, that helped me play her so well when she got angry and insecure and jealous. The thinking that helped me when I played Mandy, when she was getting mad, and feeling hurt, when Sean told her there was something going on between him and Jeff.

Yeah. It wasn't a great mindset.

I've dated a few assholes, let me tell you. Now, this thinking thing was great in those situations because it stopped me getting hurt. Well, I mean, I was young so they were never really, really serious - apart from Eric - so I wouldn't have gotten hurt that badly, but I preferred to keep the damage to a minimum. Please, I'm not THAT masochistic.

I was meant to be happy about him basically asking me to move in with him - once this Alisha shit had cleared up - and I was at first. But then my pessimistic side (which is more like the pessimistic ninety-nine percent of my body) kicked in, and I started doubting things.

Would we last? What would the public say? What if - what if he just decides he doesn't love me any more? What if... What if he got feelings for someone else? What if he started cheating on me?

The one percent of optimism in my body also decided to chip in.

What about that time you tried to have a break and couldn't last even a day without each other?

First of all, that was something like a week ago so stop taking like it was a year ago. Shit, this was turning into a full on argument. I'll start talking to myself in a minute. Jesus, now they find out I have split personality disorder. I knew it wasn't my conscience because that damn thing keeps in speaking Rex's voice.

Second of all, what if that was just lust? What if we didn't actually love each other that much, it was all just lust? We didn't want to be single, or we couldn't get use to the fact that we wouldn't be having sex regularly. Sex! What if I move in and he gets tired of having the same old thing in bed? What if I get boring?

Okay, now you're actually starting to sound like you're forty. Sorry, forty-one.

Yep, that was Rex.

God, I needed some tea. I asked if Harriet could grab me a mug of my herbal tea, and she agreed, blushing and not meeting my eye. I don't think she'll ever be the same. Sorry, Harriet. She came back around five minutes later, and I thanked her and took a gulp. I swear, I would be about nine thousand times crazier if I didn't have my tea. The team were still working on my hair and makeup until they finally deemed my head fit, and they left me alone in their room with a zip up, tight, leather dress. I stripped out of my clothes, and caught a look at myself in the mirror.

Avan always said he liked my body. I wasn't the skinniest around, far from it, but I had curves. I was okay with that. I mean, the costume team weren't because they had to alter literally every outfit so they could fit my boobs and ass in them, but I didn't mind what I looked like. I worked out, I stayed healthy, and I felt confident. A bunch of what-if's drifted inside my head, but I pushed them out. I didn't do body image issues. I think people should be comfortable with what they are, and there's too much pressure on girls to be skeletons. If Avan was anything to go by, I'd say boys much preferred boobs and butts as opposed to bones.

It's all in my head, I try and tell myself as I step into the dress and pull up the zipper as best as I can before the costume team knock on the door to make sure I actually fit in the thing. Ah, you could've given my boobs a bit more room. They're practically pushed up to my chin. Oh well, for all I knew it was intentional - my character, May, didn't hesitate to use something like her chest to get what she wanted. Thank God they asked me first, though, they didn't just spring a role full of me shoving my boobs everywhere. Though, there were a few rewrites in the script, as I heard that they might have been getting someone else for the part originally - before I auditioned - and our body dimensions were... Different.

Dan had his little comedic ways, as well, like "Jade can't fit her boobs in the hamburger" in the diddly-bops (it's true, the costume guys had to adjust that outfit as well. Getting out was a whole other story...) and the one where I say "happened to me in eighth grade" when Leon said something about A to D - it took us so many takes because nobody could stop laughing when I said that.

I couldn't help doubting my relationship with Avan, especially when Zoey was here. I knew that nothing had ever gone on between them, but I was still unsure as to whether it would ever happen.

Wait a sec. Zoey has a boyfriend, yes? And she's kind of pregnant with his kid, yes? So they're pretty much tied down, yes? I mean, I saw the was she looked when she talked about him, and my guess is that she liked him a LOT.

What if...

No, you trust Avan.

Well, Zoey does kind of owe you, I suppose. She is sleeping in your boyfriends house, isn't she?

But you trust Avan.

But you could make sure that you should trust him.

He won't hurt you!

He could!

You're about to do something stupid!

I'm not! I'm just saying that you could ask Zoey to... Flirt... With Avan a bit, and then see what his reaction was. Zoey would understand, right?

It doesn't matter whether she would understand or not, the po-

"Shit!" I hadn't even realised I was walking towards set from the costume department until I almost walked face first into a set of doors. I glanced around to see if anyone had seen me, and then carried on walking when I was sure no one had.

I knew what I was thinking of doing wasn't exactly - nice? Right? Good? - but then I remembered the pain that I felt when Avan and I tried to take a break, and realised it would be at least one hundred million times worse if he actually broke up with me.

God, I couldn't think straight. I'll take care of my mental state after I do the damn scene.

A/N: Um, don't hate me. But I feel that maybe that might be the kind of mindset that someone like Liz would be in? Maybe? Help me out. If you think it's totally terrible and want me to delete the chapter (can I do that? Yes? Okay.) and rewrite it, then by all means tell me and I'll do my best.

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