There is a loud knock at the door, and I run down the stairs to open it. "Hey!" I grin, stepping back so Beck can walk in, "Sorry, I'm still getting ready, just wait here." I run back up to my room and fall to my knees, throwing heels behind me in my desire to find the perfect pair of shoes. My dress is black, long sleeved and short, but it's quite plain, so I am looking for a pair of bright heels to set it off well. In the end I settle for a pair of red ones, and choose a bright red lipstick to match them. I grab my phone and my purse and hurry down, standing in front of Beck and striking a pose. He laughs, stands and pulls me into a hug.

"You look beautiful," he says quietly, "I'm sorry I can't do this the way that I want to, but I will try and make this as perfect as it can be."

"It will be perfect," I reply calmly, "because we are together and that is all that matters to me. Do you understand?"

"You're the best," he smiles, "Now come on, let's go and get some dinner."

He drives down to a new Italian restaurant in the centre of town and walks smoothly round to the other side of the car, opening the door for me. We walk in and are shown to a table directly next to the window. Beck nods curtly to the waiter and then rolls his eyes at me, murmuring, "Well at least the press can get some good pictures now."

"Yeah," I laugh, "Mark will be pleased."

We order quickly and then Beck lounges back on his chair, completely relaxed. "How's your song writing class going?" he asks, "Have you done everything for your grade yet?"

"No, not yet," I reply, "I have the last section tomorrow."

"Have you written it then?" he asks, "Are you working with André again?"

"I was supposed to be," I sigh, "but I simply didn't have the time, between the film and all my other classes, so I sat down with Darryl last week and we wrote something. André said he'd play for me though."

"That's nice," he says, "You and he seem to be very close."

"He's very much my type of person," I laugh, "He understands that I like to sing as well as act, and I hope that we can go into the studio together one day."

"Why don't you ask André if he can come to one of your recording sessions?" Beck suggests, "Aren't the two of you supposed to be going in on Sunday?"

"Yes," I nod, "I've already told Max I'm not working that day so I can spend the whole day with André."

Just then our food arrives, and Beck lets go of my hand, leaning away from the table so the waiter can put the plates down. He nods gratefully to him and then turns back to me, winking sweetly. When we have started eating, he resumes the conversation.

"I thought Kyle's last day was on Sunday?" he frowns, "Did you not want to be there?"

"Very much," I reply, "So much so in fact that I asked Max to move his scene to Monday so that I could be there. Darryl's finishing then too, and Lance has his last scene on Wednesday when you kill him."

"It's strange, isn't it?" he says, "To think that their time on this film is finished. We've still got over 6 weeks to go."

"I know," I laugh, "But to be fair, we've filmed pretty much the whole movie now, apart from that final scene. Max says he believes it will take two weeks to film it though, it's so technical."

"Two weeks?!" Beck says incredulously, "How can that be?"

"I honestly don't know," I reply, "We're going to be lying down a lot, I can tell you that."

"And then the last month?" he asks, "What is that for?"

"Re-filming anything that he's not happy with," I explain, "I know Max wants Jane and me to redo a scene with Lilian, and he did suggest that the two of us may have to film the bedroom scene again. He said the balcony scene was fine, the meeting was fine, and the wedding was fine, and all the fight scenes, so we might not need the entire month."

"We've got a press tour as well, remember?" he says, "Kyle said that we're gonna spend a week giving interviews before the premiere, but you're right – I don't think we'll need the full six weeks."

"So when is the release?" I ask, "November?"

"Yeah," Beck says, "Isn't it strange to think we'll have left school by then?"

"God," I gasp, "I didn't even think about it like that. Do you know what you're going to do?"

"Keep acting hopefully," he smiles, "If this film launches our careers like we hope it will, we should be getting offers all over the place, but if not, I'll just keep auditioning. I'm not planning on moving away or anything. What about you?"

"The same," I shrug, "I want to sing more though – obviously finding a musical film would be ideal, but I just want to perform."

"You will," he says, kissing my hand, "You're a star, Tori, I know you will."

"And of course you will too," I smile. After a brief moment's silence, I ask, "Are you going to tell me what happened between you and Jade this morning?"

He hesitates for a minute before sighing, "I suppose so. I was trying to forget about it, to be honest."

"Go on," I insist as the waiters clear our plates, "Explain."

"So I went home," he says, "I got changed and washed up and whatever, but I'd barely been there five minutes before Jade was hammering at the door. I let her in and she was screaming her head off. Why didn't I go and see her, where had I been all night, had I been to see you, who had I seen, who had I slept with, all of these questions and it was driving me insane, so I told her that it was none of her business because she wasn't my girlfriend anymore and that shut her up."

"Oh my God," I gape, "What did she do?"

"She sat down and said that she was sorry for breaking up with me and that it was a mistake and she wanted to get back together," he replies, "I explained to her that I felt that our relationship wasn't working anymore and that if something is that difficult, maybe it's not supposed to be."

"I bet she didn't take that well," I frown and he smiles wearily.

"Actually she did," he replies, "She was very mature about it and agreed that we probably were arguing too much to have a healthy relationship. She asked where I was the night before, and when I told her I was with another girl, that's when she lost it. She started screaming at me until I told her that I had sex with the girl, and then she screamed at me some more until I told her that it was you."

"Oh God," I groan, "So what did she do then?"

"Well she cried a bit," Beck sighs, "Then she hit me really hard a couple of times, and then she screamed that she was gonna kill you and got in her car and drove away. I chased after her but I didn't catch up to her before she got to the set, which is where you came in."

"I see," I nod, but I don't get any further before a waitress appears.

"Can I get you some dessert menus?" she asks and Beck shakes his head.

"No, thank you," Beck says, "Just the check please." The waitress leaves and I raise an eyebrow at him. "It's still warm out," he shrugs, "Now I wanna take you on a proper date."

"This was lovely," I say, and he shakes his head.

"Nope," he insists, "I wanna get an ice cream with you and go for a walk in the park with you and wait until it's completely dark and look up at the stars with you. Will you come?"

"Yes," I smile, leaning across the table and kissing him gently, "Yes I will come with you."

"After a romantic dinner, Oliver and Vega were seen walking in the local park. Loved-up, the couple held hands and ate ice-creams, chatting away, and were next seen at Vega's house in the hills. Oliver has been pictured there on many previous occasions, dropping off or picking up Vega and taking her to set. Yesterday evening, they entered the house together at about half 10, and Oliver left alone at 12."

"On a break from filming Romeo and Juliet, lead actors Tori Vega and Beck Oliver were seen together, walking down from the set to the local takeaway. Vega, relaxed and fresh-faced, wore her hair in the traditional Juliet style and dressed down in a pair of skinny jeans, baggy jumper and UGG boots, while Oliver wore a beanie and hoodie. Holding hands, Beck seemed unafraid to show his affection for his co-star, kissing and hugging her as they waited for their food."

"After months of mystery surrounding their relationship, it seems the stars of the upcoming movie, Romeo and Juliet, are no longer prepared to hide. Teen actors Beck Oliver and Tori Vega appeared in public together once again yesterday, out for dinner with a group of friends from their stage school, Hollywood Arts. They appeared relaxed, laughing and joking, and did not hide their new relationship, kissing and holding hands all evening."

"Well?" I ask, resting my elbows on the desk, "Is this what you wanted?"

"This is perfect," Mark replies, "Look at that picture; that is adorable."

"So we can stop going out now?" Beck says hopefully.

"No way," Mark frowns, "You need to up the ante. Parties, theme parks, whatever – we need the publicity."

"We've got finals soon," I argue, "I'm going into the studio, and we've still got to finish filming this. When exactly are we going to a theme park?"

"I'll arrange a cast trip," Mark says calmly, "One of the days you were supposed to be filming; I'll send everyone out to Six Flags."

"Mark, this is gonna have to wait," Max says, "We're so close to wrapping, and I need to send out a finished copy to the first critics in just a couple of weeks."

"Okay," Mark says, "I'll need the availability dates of all the cast and I'll find a date."

"Yes sir," Max nods, "Beck, Tori, back to work please."

We run downstairs and back onto set. "Could we get Tina and Sally down here please?" Max says, "Tori, let's just please try and get through this without you crying at Beck's speech. Please?"

"I'm trying," I groan, "I'm sorry, it's just very emotional."

"I know, I know," Max says kindly, taking both my hands, "Just please save the tears for after he's died."

"I will, I'm sorry," I promise, "You remembered that I've got to get off early tonight, right? My parents are coming home."

"Sure sure," he agrees, "Which is why we really need to get on now."

"Okay," I smile, jumping into the coffin and Tina appears, touching up my make-up quickly before shooting off again.

"Okay," Max says, "Beck, we're just gonna start from the bottom of the steps, okay? I want you to run it as if you're being filmed because we need to get some good shots of Tori, okay?"

"Sure," Beck nods, walking down to the bottom of the steps and waiting for Max to cue him. When Max does so, he walks up slowly, already in tears, and begins to speak. I fight hard to hold back the tears and when Beck lifts the poison to his lips, I open my eyes and gasp. He looks at me, heartbreak and agony clear on his face and that's all it takes for me to burst into tears. I keep the dialogue going until he dies and then fumble in his belt, almost blinded by my sobbing. Eventually I find his dagger and shove it into myself like I've been shown, slumping over him. "And…cut!" Max shouts, "Beck that was brilliant! Amazing! Tori… after he died, you were perfect. Breath-taking. Just come down here for a second and watch what we got."

"I didn't cry this time!" I object and he smirks.

"No, you didn't," he concedes, "but unfortunately you could rather see the effort it took not to cry on your face." He shows me a clip, and my face goes redder and redder throughout until I look like I'm about to die. "Do you understand why we can't use this?" he asks, trying not to laugh and I roll my eyes.

"Yes, I understand," I chuckle, "I'm sorry, okay? Can we do it again?"

"Yeah," he nods, "Go on, go and get your make-up fixed and we'll run it again."

"Sorry," I groan, running off to find Tina. "Can I have my phone?" I ask Sally as Tina retouches everything, "I just wanna talk to Kyle."

"Vega," he says brightly, answering the call straight away, "To what do I owe the pleasure, my darling?"

"I need you to make me laugh," I confess.

"Why?" he says suspiciously, "Has something happened?"

"I keep blowing takes," I explain, "We're filming the death scene and Beck's being fabulous."

"As usual," he interjects, "Carry on."

"Well he's being too fabulous," I sigh, "He keeps making me cry and I'm supposed to be unconscious."

"Oh I see," he chuckles, "So where do I come in?"

"Well I keep going into them really nervous I'm gonna mess it up," I reply, "but I figured if you made me laugh, I'd go into it happy and I wouldn't get as depressed by what he's saying."

"Well it's worth a shot," he says, breaking into this amazing story that has me in stitches. I don't hang up until Beck reassumes his position at the bottom of the steps, and pass my phone to Sally, who dashes away and hovers just out of sight.

"Okay, let's try this again," Max says, "Please, Tori, straight face."

Fifteen minutes later the take wraps and the whole crew cheers. "You did it!" Beck says delightedly, giving me a kiss, "Well done, Tor!"

"Was that a good one?" I ask Max, who is beaming.

"Hell yes!" Max says, running over and hugging us both tightly, "And that's a wrap. That's the last scene of the film with you two in it."

"You mean we're done?" Beck asks, "We've filmed everything?"

"Yeah, every scene in the movie has been finished," Max says happily, "If you two are still available tomorrow, I'd really like to redo the bedroom scene, just because I think the chemistry is slightly lacking, and I want Tori to redo a scene with Jane and Lilian, but apart from that, we're finished, and we can put the film into post production."

"Sure," Beck nods, "Oh my God, I can't believe we did it."

"I know," I laugh, hugging him tightly, "Go us!"

"You need to go," Beck says, "Your parents are back in less than an hour. I'll see you tomorrow okay?"

"Okay," I smile, kissing him again, "See you tomorrow, babe."

"And that's a wrap!" Max shouts for the last time, as Beck and I roll out of the bed and onto the floor, "Could we get these two some clothes?"

"Thank you," I smile at Sally, taking the robe she offers me, "What happens now Max?"

"We got you a present," he says, beckoning forwards two of the cameramen. They hand Beck and me a box each, which we open to reveal crew t-shirts and bracelets with inscriptions of quotes from the film.

"Wow," I say tearfully, and Beck pulls me into his chest, "Thank you so much. This has just been the most amazing experience and I just…"

"What she means is that we couldn't have dreamed of a better cast and crew to work with on our first movie," Beck interrupts, saving me, "and that we are so grateful to each and every one of you for making it so incredible for us."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to say," I laugh, wiping away the tears, "Thank you everybody."

"And thank you," Max says fondly, "This was such a gamble, and I'm not sure that it would have ever come off the ground if we hadn't found the two of you. You've made this film what it is."