I can hold my heart in two
Chapter 33
Lea, Kevin, Darren, Dianna and Chris were called to set early on in the summer to get started on some Promo footage and basic pre-filming work – Ryan had insisted upon getting everything done in groups to save time and energy, and had selected them to start basically at random because well…they had been the only ones around at the time, let alone even in-state. When the five of them arrived however, they were absolutely horrified to find out that that their boss's "assistant-on-hand" for the day was none other than Matt Hodgson.
And if that sounds a little harsh…to be fair, they didn't find out about his presence on set in the most agreeable of ways.
20 minutes prior…
"Hey guys!" chirped Lea as she all but hopped out of her car and ran forward to catch up with the group as they walked somewhat groggily down the studio parking lot.
"Leeaaaaaaa," Darren groaned, rubbing at his face tiredly, "it's like…4 in the morning."
"It's 7 AM," corrected Kevin….but he didn't sound any happier about it.
Dianna smiled weakly at the girl, shaking her head at the large cup of coffee in her hand – "I bet that's your second cup already," she challenged, to which Lea nodded vigorously.
"Chris…." She began, turning her head slightly towards the boy who remained silent at her side, "do you want a sip?" She teased, "You look like you're ready to maul me for this java."
"No. No I'm fine," the boy grumbled, "just get that smell away from me."
"Well fine," she giggled, rolling her eyes and switching over to stand by Dianna instead, looping their arms together naturally as they walked.
"So Lady D, have you heard from our lovebirds at all lately?"
As they all showed their stage passes casually to a guard who knew it was them anyway and walked through the main gates, Dianna's eyes darted nervously between the group before she hissed out a sharp, "Lea!"
"Wh – oh. Shit."
"You guys are talking about HeMo and Naya aren't you," after receiving nothing but silence, Kevin snorted, "Please. At the very least I know Heather has the hots for my girl. So…spill."
Chris and Darren's heads whipped around to face her expectantly so quickly that they almost walked into the front door of the main-stage. They were saved only by Dianna opening it swiftly as she shook her head at the smaller girl, who didn't seem to notice because –
"Okay so Heather and Naya are in Florida right now right? And we think they're totally going to –
"Don't actually spill! Lea, hon, you're practically shouting!" Exclaimed Dianna, throwing her hands up in the air as they were about to turn a corner (Lea muttered, an almost unintelligible "yea but so are you").
"Guys," she continued more calmly, after a breath, "it's really not our business to talk about –
"The lovebirds," grinned Darren.
"Yea," Kevin chimed in, "and how they're in looooo – oh god."
Matt, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere, was standing in front of them all and looking…well…furious would be an understatement.
They shouldn't have turned that goddamned corner.
"Uh – uhm….shit," stuttered Kevin.
Darren, Lea, and Chris stared at the red face of the man in front of them blankly.
Dianna may have murmured, "fuck," as she took a 'casual' step back towards the direction they had come from.
"Everyone knew but me, huh," Matt said flatly, sounding far too serene, and having an eerie effect on the nervous group before him.
"We don't know what you're talking ab-about," supplied Lea weakly, stepping backwards to stand beside Dianna.
"Bullshit," he all but growled as he took a step forward that Darren immediately perceived as threatening, causing him to be the first of the group to step forward, immediately crowding Matt's space,
"Hey man, back off okay? Look, we're sorry you overheard our conversation; maybe we shouldn't have joked about your girlfriend like that but –
"She's not my girlfriend," he interrupted with a scowl. Darren blinked in confusion and faltered slightly, even as Dianna and Lea exchanged a very ill-timed look of joyous celebration with each other.
(Thankfully Hodgson did not see.)
"Uh, what?" Chris half-squeaked, half questioned nervously.
"Well…not at the moment she isn't…" He took a step towards Chris, and then another, unashamedly towering over the boy – even as Darren prepared to pounce on the writer, Lea, Kevin and Dianna silently moved to hold him back, staring wide-eyed at the approaching figure behind Matt - A severely, obviously unaware Matt. Clearly. Because he continued, as Ryan Murphy approached behind him, angry about all his actors being late and wondering what the commotion was about,
"See," here he smirked at Chris, causing the latter to wince in disgust, "she's a bit preoccupied right now…she's confused. Her supposed best friend is actually nothing more than a selfish, women-stealing dyke… but it's okay. I just have to wait now, for her to see the light and come crawling back…begging for me."
One minute, Chris looked like he was about to cry with rage and unadulterated hatred, and the next the line of sight between himself and Hodgson was blurred and then obscured as someone stepped right up in the smug man's face from what he would later exclaim was "like, fucking out of nowhere!"
Everything happened pretty fast after that.
"Heather, your phone just buzzed again!" Naya called from the kitchen as she tossed a couple of sandwiches and bottles of water into a portable cooler.
"Let it riiiing!" Heather called back, a teasing lilt in her voice. Once she came into view from her bedroom, a colorful towel wrapped around her waist and wearing a bright blue bikini, she grinned at the unimpressed look on her… - here her brain stuttered, because was Naya her anything yet?– well… on her Naya's face.
There you go, she decided victoriously, My Naya. For now that works perfectly, wonderfully fine.
She rolled her eyes, "you're looking at me like I'm a caveman. A caveman who has forsaken all technology."
Naya didn't let up on her bored, critical expression even as Heather approached her, though at this point she was being difficult for the fun of seeing Heather react. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh come onnnn," Heather pouted, pressing up against her front and running her fingers through Naya's long hair, "you're blocking the view!"
She teasingly tilted her eyes downward for a second, and Naya uncrossed her arms to shove her away lightly and smack her side.
"Hey! Okay, okay!" She laughed, backing off, "I'm kidding. Did my phone buzz? Or did it like…buzz, buzz, buzz…"
Naya snorted, "it went off once. It was a text message."
"Cool!" Heather beamed, reaching around Naya to grab the cooler that held their lunch, "If it was an emergency, whoever it was would call, I mean, it's the middle of summer what could we possibly be missing?!" She nodded, pleased when Naya only shrugged in response, "And besides, today it's just you, me, and the beach my friend. No distractions…." Her smile quirked upward as Naya's eyes travelled down from her eyes to her lips, then snapped back up guiltily within seconds,
"Unless you're willing to provide some good ones," she amended saucily, "I'm always up for a good distraction."
Naya's response wasn't verbal, and it took them ten minutes to finally get out the door.
BREAKING: Glee's 'FLOPPED' writer fired, but what does this have to do with their hottest actress being SINGLE?
That's right folks, I too thought the Glee cast was basically inactive right now! But apparently they still get up to shenanigans on set even when they're supposedly off it. I can't say I'm surprised! Yesterday though was a biggie for the cast and crew – as Ryan Murphy reportedly fired long time employee and recent-writer Matthew Hodgson for what he called, "a difference in morals and opinion"…I dunno, it sounds like a euphemism for something much more interesting to me, so thanks Ryan, really, for leaving us all out.
I mean, REALLY! I wonder what Hodgson could have done to piss off Mr. Boss Man so badly. The man does have a history of pissing off a lot of the crazy fans(link), but now he's really stepped in it. I hope the Gleek crew picks up a new, better writer, and fast!
No word on how the two stories are related – but one of my many mole-rats picked up from the Hollywood-sphere that all Murphy planned on releasing this week was the news of Heather Morris's single, available, solitude! That's right, the never-single blonde hottie is suddenly, mysteriously not taken!
(Hodgson was reported by several semi-reliable sources as being seen leaving the set sporting either a busted lip or a bruising eye socket!)
More: Does Ryan Murphy's hand need some stitches, perhaps a band-aid?
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"She's not answering my texts T, shit."
"Hello to you too, 'Lee" Taylor smirked into the receiver.
"No but seriously….would it be in bad form to ask you to take me out tonight since you couldn't last time, in light of this recent drama?"
This time Taylor outright laughed, and Ashley herself even let a small giggle escape.
"Our life is ridiculous," He replied, instead of answering the admittedly facetious question.
"…"
"…do a lot of people really read Perez?"
A/N: So, not a lot of our girls, but a heck of a lot of plot, yes? Review, tell me watcha think! :D