Underneath It All By angelfeather

Pre A/N: This is a really old story which I wrote last year sometime and was reading today and thought that I would revisit it since it's a cute lil' story. So, here we go!

A/N: I don't own them; get it in your thick skull. I do, however, own Dana. Cool, huh? And, in case you don't know: Shia LaBeouf plays Louis, AJ Trauth plays Twitty and Margo Harshmann plays Tawny, got it? This isn't really an Even Stevens fanfic, but an idea I had. On with the story.

He rode the golf cart around the backlot of Disney that day. He high-fived some crew members as he approached his dressing room. He energetically greeted his good friend AJ too and shyly checked out his costar Margo. As he licked his lips over a wispy fantasy forming in his head, Shia LaBeouf opened the door to his dressing room on the set of Even Stevens; he was greeted with a blur of maroon and black.

"Uh, Mr. LaBeouf, I hope I'm saying it right, uh, filming starts in about half an hour," It checked its watch, "Uh, yeah and, well, your wardrobe is right there," It let out a nervous giggle as it motioned towards a rack of brightly colored clothes. He groaned inwardly. "And, oh yeah," It stopped and faced him, "I'm," Their eyes met, "Dana." She pushed her square frames up from their place far down on her nose as she reached to shake his hand. "I'm your assistant for the week. I'm interning. I just came today as a bit of practice for next week." She brushed an errand strand of hair behind her ear.

"Nice to meet ya, Dana."

"Right back atcha. Well, I'm gonna leave and I'll see ya later." She closed the door softly behind her as she left. Shia casually smiled as he glanced though his wardrobe and his script for a final time before putting on his game face, ready to give them one heck of a performance.

Ok, Louis is supposed to laugh, give a look the other way and then give a comeback to Ren. Not hard at all. Shia thought before the camera started on another take. Christy seemed to be on another planet that day and he couldn't stop thinking about Margo; she was supposed to leave for NYC at the end of the day. He wanted to tell her everything but knew he wouldn't, he couldn't, never. He did the scene perfectly and shooting was done for the day. He walked back to his dressing room pondering over his goodbye to Margo but was met only by his assistant sitting on a chair facing a window, seemingly intruged by the contents within its confines. He closed the door as softly as he could but it still shut with a thud. Dana shook off her daydream quickly and turned to face him, a tad timid at his presence.

"Oh, hi. Sorry," Her eyes dropped to the floor, "I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Uh, well, you got a few calls; all the messages are on the couch," He glanced at the small stack, "And the new script came in. Well, that's it." Shia watched Dana as she dashed about the room nervously, alert like a mouse in a house of traps. He smiled.

"You're new at this, aren't you?" She looked up at him, shocked by the question.

"Well, yeah. My aunt, I mean, my mom's best friend, hooked me up with this job. I wanna be a director when I grow up." She went back into her frenzied state. His eyebrow perched.

"I wanna be a director too." She stopped once again.

"Crazy. Where do you wanna go to college?"

"Yale." Her face lit up.

"No way! So do I. But then again, who doesn't? Two of my favorite actors went there. Jodie Foster and David Duchovny."

"I worked with David once."

"Really? I'm a huge fan of Mulder, his part on The X-Files, ya know."

"Yeah, I worked on an episode in the seventh season."

"No way! That is so cool! That's my favorite show! What else have you worked on?" Shia sat down on the couch.

"Well, I did I, Robot." He motioned for her to sit down.

"Really?" She sat down. "That sounds awesome. Tell me about it." They continued chatting for hours.

"Shia? Shia? Hey, man, Shia! Shia, where are you?" AJ Trauth called aimlessly down the row of rooms for his friend and costar. "Shia?" He opened Shia's dressing room door to find him and his assistant laughing over a joke. "Shia, man, I've been looking everywhere for you. Uh, who's this?" He looked at the girl strangely.

"Oh, AJ, this is Dana, my new assistant. Dana, this is AJ Trauth, local lamebrain." She laughed as she shook his hand.

"Nice to meet ya."

"Yeah, same here." He turned to Shia, "Man, Margo's about to leave. C'mon!" He dragged him out the door; leaving Dana alone in the empty dressing room. She sat back down and looked out the window. She thought about the wonderful conversation she had just had with Shia, how he had seemed so human and not at all as mechanical as she had imagined him to be. She thought about how his eyes, deep brown, had flashed playfully as she told a joke, how his hair was so perfectly curly, and she found herself struggling to regain her frigid, well, normally frigid composure. As she was doing this, she prayed that he had not seen her eyes roam hungrily across his body as he changed shirts or when he turned away from her. She didn't want to admit it, but she found herself attracted to Shia in almost every way imaginable and the thought hurt like a splinter lodged underneath her skin. And then she saw him outside with AJ. She saw him mutter something sheepishly whilst blushing and then gave some girl a hug. It made her pain- filled but filled with desire at the same time. On the one hand, she wanted to feel his embrace upon her skin, but on the other, she could feel the dregs of jealousy crawl upon and underneath her skin. She could tell he wanted her and as she got into the limo, Dana saw her flush and grimaced, she wanted him too. So, with that, she took her clipboard and left, defeated. How could she, Dana, a lowly, bespectacled girl, compete with this mystery girl, a gorgeous, freckled TV star, she thought as she walked towards her golf cart. She thought about many things as she sped away.

Shia muttered that he would miss Margo and couldn't wait for her return shyly. He fantasized kissing her, but didn't, as usual, but she did insist on having a hug. It caused a shock of electricity to shoot up his spine at an alarming rate. He blushed as did she as she climbed into the limo and left. AJ turned to him once the car was out of sight and burst:

"I think she might like you, man!" They started walking back towards the hallway when something popped into Shia's mind.

"Ya know, I should see how Dana's doin'." He briskly jogged to his dressing room to check if she was there; she wasn't.

"Guess she had something better to do." AJ called.

"Yeah, I guess so." Shia was slightly upsetted. "I better get goin'. See ya, man."

"See ya, Shia."

A/N R & R! No FLAMES, please, they will be used for Bean's bacon. Next chapter soon. But if ya bored, go check out my other stories Look for angelfeather.