"Can I please speak to Carly, Sam, Freddie and Kayce in my office please?" The intercom called. The four, who had been rehearsing together, made their way to the now well-known office. "Right," The director said, once they were all together. "I know we have already started filming some scenes, but the others and I have made a decision. We'd like to start again." He sighed. "We've made a few changes to the script. The whole Mitch – Zaurus thing really isn't working." Freddie looked at Kayce, who gave him a confused look. Sam smiled as she slouched into her seat. "We just can't feel the chemistry between you two. And the whole love-hate thing, it's just too cliché."
"How?" Asked Sam, confused.
"Kayce and Freddie's characters apparently hate each other, right? That's too cliché. It's obvious that if two people fight, argue, pick on each other, share sweet moments, but are still best friends, they're in love." He said. "I would rather it be less cliché, so we've changed the script so that Sam and Freddie's characters are together. You two have more chemistry, and we know the characters relationship won't be too cliché."
Sam froze.
So did Freddie.
For one, the relationship that the director had just described sounded exactly like theirs. They fought (All the time), they argued (A lot of the time), the picked on each other (regularly), and shared sweet moments (for example, the kiss on the fire escape), and they, even though not admittedly, best friends.
And the other thing was that they were now going to play the romance in the film. Meaning they were going to flirt. Meaning they were going to be all sweet and cuddly. Meaning they were going to kiss.
Meaning they were going to have to French kiss.
Sam took one look at Freddie and then ran. She ran all the way back to the hotel. And once she got there, she laid on her bed.
Carly apologised to the director, telling him that Sam just needed a bit of time to adjust, before following her swiftly.
Freddie just sat there in shock.
"Sam! Sam! Are you okay?" Carly called as she burst into the room.
"Nope." Sam said.
"Sam. You do know it's only acting, right?" Carly soothed. "I'm sure Freddie is feeling exactly the same as you."
"I doubt it. I'll get all nervous and chiz!"
"You shouldn't get nervous. I'm sure everything will be just fine."
"Right, so we're going to use some scenes from the original shooting, but the rest will need to be re-done." The director said. "Sam, Freddie, do you guys want to go over scene twenty seven?"
"Sure." Freddie said, making his way over to Sam. "So, what do we need to do?"
"Err… There to… there…" Sam said, gesturing to the lines. "Urg."
"They are seriously cheesy lines." Freddie agreed. "It seems they don't shoot in order. This is the part where our characters get together!"
"Which means that… oh no. It's not that scene, is it?" Sam froze. Her chest felt tight.
"I think it is. Do you feel uncomfortable Sam?" Freddie asked awkwardly.
"Yes, I feel uncomfortable. We have to French kiss, for goodness sake! Urg, why did we go along with this movie?"
"Sam. I'm sure we'll be fine. We just need to tell the director we're not comfortable at the moment, and maybe he'll give us a bit of time."
"So he let you off?" Carly asked.
"Yeah, but we have to do it tomorrow. He said that we're already running behind because of the script change."
"At least you have a night to prepare yourself. Prepare to make-out with Freddie Benson!"
"One night which I doubt I'm going to sleep." Sam said, rolling over in her bed to face Carly. "I never thought this day would come."
"We'll try." Carly said. "Come on, try to settle down."
After 10 minutes of silence, Sam spoke. "Oh my gosh!" She breathed.
"What's wrong Sam?" Carly asked, sitting up.
"I have to French Kiss Freddie!"
"Sam, it's okay. Just try and relax."
After two minutes of silence, Sam spoke. "Oh my gosh!"
"Are you sure you want to go to bed now Freddie?" Spencer whined. "I don't want to watch the movie all on my own!"
"I need to go to sleep. I have a feeling I'm not going to sleep much tonight."
"You worried about your kissy-kissy time with Sam?" Spencer teased.
"Not worried, just a little nervous." Freddie stated. "I just want to be prepared." He sighed, turning to his room. "Night Spencer."
As soon as he closed the door and lay down on his bed, he closed his eyes and let out the biggest sigh ever. "Oh my gosh." He breathed.