Well all it's spring break and i'm loving it. but nothing is going on at the moment so i felt like
writing more of my story. lol yes i try to keep on the ball. i spent alot of today reading my own
stories. it was weird. um i don't own anything that has to do with the show. i don't know the
actors personally and have never met them. By the way, thought i'd add to this since I just
finished writing. I was going to do more with this chapter but i'm saving it for chapter 3. Teehee
I can't wait. This was kinda a boring chapter, but don't lose interest! It gets better.
Real World 2
Share Your Feelings...
Reagan sighed as she watched Jackie march off. She turned to face Shawn again. Before she could
open her mouth, Danso walked over to the two seated on boxes.
"Hey guys!" He smiled that big, friendly smile of his. "The director said we should all head back
to the hotel. Lot's of work tomorrow. See ya guys in the morning." Danso waved and walked toward
the exit. Reagan sighed.
"Well, I'll see ya later Shawn. Good night." Reagan followed Danso out to the parking lot. Shawn
rose and left too.
Jackie leaned against the hood of her car. She exhaled and opened the car door. Starting the
engine, she slammed the door shut. Sadness and anger flooded her mind. Maybe I shouldn't be
driving, Jackie thought. She shook her head and backed out of the parking lot. She didn't see
Chris walking towards his car.
Chris thought Jackie's reaction was strange. He waved to her as she sped away from the studio but
she hadn't seen him. Chris sighed. He didn't want to leave the show. But he'd gotten into a little
trouble and his parents were threatening to take him off if he didn't shape up. Chris didn't want
to tell anybody that his 'mommy and daddy' were the reason he might be leaving. That was the kind
of thing you kept a secret.
Chris drove toward the hotel. Tomorrow was another big day. He needed his sleep.
Jackie sighed heavily as she applied yet another layer of light foundation to her face. It was
7:30, an ungodly hour in the whole cast's opinion. But they had be ready but 8.
Reagan glanced over at the unhappy brunette seated next to her. Jackie was usually alot more
talkative.
"Jackie?" Reagan asked queitly. The guys were just a yards over in their little make-up cubicle.
"Hmm?" Jackie asked, searching through her bag for her eyeliner.
"Are you okay? You seem a little down." Reagan looked at Jackie's reflection in her mirror. Jackie
looked up.
"Huh? Oh fine. Just worried I guess. Ya know, about Chris and all."
"Me too, I think we all are." Reagan replied. She'd figured that was what was wrong. (whoa say that
3 times fast, lol.) Jackie nodded and stood up.
"I still need to get dressed. I wonder what I'm wearing today. This Caitie girl is not my style
at all." Jackie smiled, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the room. Jackie was dressed at the
moment in a light blue shirt and white streach capri pants. Her hair was in a light blue headband.
Anyone who would have seen her would never think this was a girl who played a Gothic, aside from
the make-up.
Reagan smiled and followed after Jackie. They'd start filming in half an hour. There was still
alot to do.
Shawn, Chris and Danso sat together in the gray cubicle that had been named by the group 'Drag
Queen's Dressing Room'. Other guys would have felt weird, sitting and putting make-up on like
girls. But not this group. They were professionals.(spelling. You guys must get sick of this.Sorry)
They could put on make-up like men.
"So Chris, uh how are things going with the whole 'I might be leaving' thing?" Shawn asked. He
didn't want to see a friend who he'd down a lot of shows with gone. They were closer than most
stars get.
"Good, I guess. I'm not all sure what's gonna happen." Chris mumbled as he put on more powder.
Danso nodded.
"Do you have any black eyeliner? I'm out. What's going on anyway?" Danso asked. He was curious to
how this had gotten started. The only thing the others know was that Chris might be leaving. No
one told them why.
"They don't really want me to talk about..." Chris said. That wasn't exactly true. HE didn't want
to talk about. He didn't want to tell everyone his mommy and daddy might be forcing him off because
his grades and time at home was diminishing.
"Who's 'they'?" Shawn asked. He wondered who was the face behind the whole ordeal.
"You know," Chris met Shawn's gaze, "The powers that be."
"The director?" Danso asked. He was trying to peice things together too.
"Something like that." Chris answered vaguely, walking towards the door. "Gotten get dressed. 15
minutes, boys."
writing more of my story. lol yes i try to keep on the ball. i spent alot of today reading my own
stories. it was weird. um i don't own anything that has to do with the show. i don't know the
actors personally and have never met them. By the way, thought i'd add to this since I just
finished writing. I was going to do more with this chapter but i'm saving it for chapter 3. Teehee
I can't wait. This was kinda a boring chapter, but don't lose interest! It gets better.
Real World 2
Share Your Feelings...
Reagan sighed as she watched Jackie march off. She turned to face Shawn again. Before she could
open her mouth, Danso walked over to the two seated on boxes.
"Hey guys!" He smiled that big, friendly smile of his. "The director said we should all head back
to the hotel. Lot's of work tomorrow. See ya guys in the morning." Danso waved and walked toward
the exit. Reagan sighed.
"Well, I'll see ya later Shawn. Good night." Reagan followed Danso out to the parking lot. Shawn
rose and left too.
Jackie leaned against the hood of her car. She exhaled and opened the car door. Starting the
engine, she slammed the door shut. Sadness and anger flooded her mind. Maybe I shouldn't be
driving, Jackie thought. She shook her head and backed out of the parking lot. She didn't see
Chris walking towards his car.
Chris thought Jackie's reaction was strange. He waved to her as she sped away from the studio but
she hadn't seen him. Chris sighed. He didn't want to leave the show. But he'd gotten into a little
trouble and his parents were threatening to take him off if he didn't shape up. Chris didn't want
to tell anybody that his 'mommy and daddy' were the reason he might be leaving. That was the kind
of thing you kept a secret.
Chris drove toward the hotel. Tomorrow was another big day. He needed his sleep.
Jackie sighed heavily as she applied yet another layer of light foundation to her face. It was
7:30, an ungodly hour in the whole cast's opinion. But they had be ready but 8.
Reagan glanced over at the unhappy brunette seated next to her. Jackie was usually alot more
talkative.
"Jackie?" Reagan asked queitly. The guys were just a yards over in their little make-up cubicle.
"Hmm?" Jackie asked, searching through her bag for her eyeliner.
"Are you okay? You seem a little down." Reagan looked at Jackie's reflection in her mirror. Jackie
looked up.
"Huh? Oh fine. Just worried I guess. Ya know, about Chris and all."
"Me too, I think we all are." Reagan replied. She'd figured that was what was wrong. (whoa say that
3 times fast, lol.) Jackie nodded and stood up.
"I still need to get dressed. I wonder what I'm wearing today. This Caitie girl is not my style
at all." Jackie smiled, trying to lighten the heavy mood in the room. Jackie was dressed at the
moment in a light blue shirt and white streach capri pants. Her hair was in a light blue headband.
Anyone who would have seen her would never think this was a girl who played a Gothic, aside from
the make-up.
Reagan smiled and followed after Jackie. They'd start filming in half an hour. There was still
alot to do.
Shawn, Chris and Danso sat together in the gray cubicle that had been named by the group 'Drag
Queen's Dressing Room'. Other guys would have felt weird, sitting and putting make-up on like
girls. But not this group. They were professionals.(spelling. You guys must get sick of this.Sorry)
They could put on make-up like men.
"So Chris, uh how are things going with the whole 'I might be leaving' thing?" Shawn asked. He
didn't want to see a friend who he'd down a lot of shows with gone. They were closer than most
stars get.
"Good, I guess. I'm not all sure what's gonna happen." Chris mumbled as he put on more powder.
Danso nodded.
"Do you have any black eyeliner? I'm out. What's going on anyway?" Danso asked. He was curious to
how this had gotten started. The only thing the others know was that Chris might be leaving. No
one told them why.
"They don't really want me to talk about..." Chris said. That wasn't exactly true. HE didn't want
to talk about. He didn't want to tell everyone his mommy and daddy might be forcing him off because
his grades and time at home was diminishing.
"Who's 'they'?" Shawn asked. He wondered who was the face behind the whole ordeal.
"You know," Chris met Shawn's gaze, "The powers that be."
"The director?" Danso asked. He was trying to peice things together too.
"Something like that." Chris answered vaguely, walking towards the door. "Gotten get dressed. 15
minutes, boys."