So, the vote was pretty much unanimous. I'm making this a full-blown story!

And, I have the second chapter here for your enjoyment.

I took into consideration a suggestion/request from escaperealityforawhile, so this chapter has a few different points of view. However, this is most definitely, essentially a Smace fiction…so, yeah. You'll know why I prefaced this by the end of the chapter. Anyway, enjoy! =)

Usually Munro and I had a natural chemistry on camera, allowing us to shoot scenes with ease. On average we had to do a maximum of two or three takes.

Today, it took us nine total for me to nail it.

Stephen, Munro, and the rest of the crew were patient with me; assured me that everyone has their off days, and I shouldn't sweat it. It was sweet of them, but I could tell they were all quickly growing weary.

I just couldn't stop picturing Sam taking Munro's place as Eli, and that was making the kiss extremely awkward. Every time Munro would lean in I would flinch, seeing hazel eyes instead of the deep green in front of me, sandy blonde hair instead of the black mop.

In other words, I simply could not focus.

Finally, Stephen called for a lunch break, saying we would come back to the scene in an hour.

I sighed in relief, immediately making my way to the cafeteria to see what they were offering. After I had purchased some pasta salad, I mentally debated where to sit.

I was just about to run back to my dressing room, lock the door, and eat alone in there when a low voice whispered in my ear. "Want to eat with me?"

I turned to see Munro gesturing to the picnic tables outside in the sun, a raging curiosity subdued in his eyes and voice.

"Um…sure."

I followed him outside as he passed the tables, and plopped down beneath the giant oak tree, making himself comfortable in the grass. I slid down the tree beside him, settling myself against the firm trunk.

We sat in a slightly uncomfortable, in my case anyway, silence for a few minutes. Munro was munching on his sandwich, but my nerves wouldn't let me eat much. There was just too much jumbled energy in my stomach, so I had no room for food.

"So…you and Sam, huh? It's about time."

His breaking of the silence, not to mention his actual words, caught me completely off guard.

"What?"

"I just mean you two have been dancing around each other for a while now. Come on, Ace, don't give me that look. I know sexual tension when I see it."

"I don't even…huh? Sam and I are not together."

"I got a very different idea walking in on you two earlier."

I laughed darkly. "He was helping me practice the scene we're working on today…we just got carried away. It was a mistake."

I wanted so badly to believe my feeble lie, but it was just that- a lie. And I could tell Munro wasn't buying it. Either way, though, Sam and I could never work out. We were co-workers, and that was the definition of a bad idea.

"If telling yourself that makes you feel better, then fine. But you can't look me in the eye, and honestly tell me Sam isn't the reason you keep screwing up our scene. Or the reason you're all uncharacteristically jumpy."

"Who died and made you Dr. Phil?" I asked grouchily.

Munro chuckled, seeming to take my anger as a conformation. "I'm just looking out for a friend. I'm here if you need to talk."

With that, Munro picked himself off the ground, ruffled my hair affectionately, and made his way back inside.

Usually I was the one giving Munro advice; offering up my listening services. I mean, our relationship was similar to an older brother, younger sister dynamic, but I had always felt like the mature one. Not that Munro was infantile; he was just way too sweet in an endearing, naïve kind of way.

I slowly finished my lunch, thinking about how I wanted to proceed with what had happened today. It might actually be nice to have someone to bounce ideas off; I may end up taking Munro's offer to talk.

I was feeling much more relaxed when the lunch hour was over, and Munro and I nailed the scene on the first take back. It was the only thing we were filming that day, so Stephen dismissed us right after we wrapped.

"Looks like someone's lunch break helped them chill out. You must have talked to someone really helpful."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Munro and I shared a quick smile before he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "Good luck with everything. I've gotta jet. See you tomorrow, Ace!"

I waved after him, and made my way back to my dressing room.

When I got there, there was a note taped to my door reading:

Ace,

Wanna come to my place after I'm done filming today?

-Sam

-Munro's Point of View-

I walked to my car, slipped in, and locked the door before releasing my exasperated sigh.

I had these feelings for Aislinn for a while now. I knew she didn't return the feelings, but when she didn't deny having feelings for Sam I had felt like I had literally been socked in the gut.

Aislinn was smart, gorgeous, funny, compassionate, and talented…by definition out of my league.

That wasn't even the biggest issue, though. Aislinn, although a million times more mature, was so much younger than me.

So why was I so disappointed to learn that she was harboring feelings of the romantic nature for someone else? It didn't make sense, but it crushed me all the same.

I shook my feelings of dismay off and started to drive toward my movie set. Just as I was pulling out of Epitome Pictures' parking lot, my phone started to buzz in my pocket.

The caller ID alerted a call from Aislinn, so I immediately flipped the phone open.

"When I said I was here if you wanted to talk I hadn't expected you to come around so soon."

The truth was I didn't really want to hear about any part of Sam and Aislinn's budding relationship, but it would kill me to deprive Aislinn of someone to talk to. If she needed me, I would be there. Not to mention, not knowing about their relationship would drive me even more insane than hearing about it would. I truly was a messed up man.

"Sam invited me over after he's done filming. Munro, I don't know what to do!"

"So you're admitting that you like him…more than a friend?"

"What? Are we in, like, middle school?"

"Answer the question, Ace."

After a long pause I heard Aislinn mutter, "Yes."

"Then I don't really see the problem here." The words burned on the way out. I didn't want to encourage this, but if it would make her happy, so be it.

"We're co-workers. Do you really not see the problem?"

"Okay, fine, but there isn't any reason you can't go over there and let him know you just want to stay friends. Tell him you thought today was a mistake; that you were caught in the moment, and you need to keep your relationship platonic for the time being."

"Wow, that's good. Yeah, I guess that would work. Thanks so much, love."

My heart swelled as her voice lost the panicked edge.

"I'm glad you think so. And it's not a problem. I'm almost to set, though."

"Oh, sorry. I'll see you tomorrow."

The line went dead, and I sighed.

Why had I gotten myself in the middle of this mess?

-Sam's Point of View-

"Someone's happy today," Jessica greeted me. I had just left Aislinn's dressing room after taping a note to her door. Even though Ace had left in a hurry I was confident we were both on the same page in regard to the kiss.

I had always thought Ace was a pretty girl, but when we started getting closer, her personality was what really drew me in.

I had never felt so comfortable, so free to be myself, around anyone before. Most of the time my crazy rambling was lost on people, but Aislinn always knew what I was talking about. That was what really indicated that she was worth fighting for. Aislinn was one of a kind, and her individuality complimented mine perfectly.

"Exceptionally," I replied to Jess, throwing in a blinding smile for good measure. "Top 'o' the morning to ya."

"Do I dare ask what put you in such an 'exceptionally' good mood?"

"You needn't bother; I don't kiss and tell."

"What? Who did you kiss?"

"Do you listen to me when I talk to you?"

"Actually, I usually don't. You talk in circles."

I stuck my tongue out at her as Stephen breezed onto the set, calling for places. Jess and I took our marks, and we started filming.

To say I was distracted would be a major understatement. The entire time Jess and I were working I simply could not stop my mind from wandering to Aislinn every few seconds. So, it took us an unusually long period of time to get the one scene right, and we still had a few more scenes on the shooting schedule for the afternoon. Even though it took longer, eventually we got the desired effect, and Stephen called a wrap.

"Today must just be an off day," Stephen mused aloud. "Aislinn was off her game, too."

My ears perked up at this new information. Aislinn was having trouble concentrating, too? Could it possibly be from the events that had taken place in her room earlier that day? My heart, childishly, started to race at the mere thought of my kiss having such an effect on her. The idea was intoxicating, and I wanted it to prove true.

"You're blushing," Jess pointed out as we made our way back to the dressing rooms. She picked today to be observant? Damn her…

"Thanks for noticing; it probably looks great against my creamy complexion."

"You're so weird. Well, I'll see you around soon, dear."

I nodded at her, barely hearing her parting words because I had noticed a piece of paper taped to my door.

I rushed over, immediately recognizing Aislinn's easy, looping handwriting:

Sam,

Of course I would love to come over. Call me when you're done for the day.

-Ace

I smiled to myself; I knew she liked me!

-Aislinn's Point of View-

Trying to do homework as my nerves jittered unabashedly around in my tummy was hell. Add in the fact that I was waiting for Sam to call me, and I didn't have a prayer of doing anything that could be considered productive.

I was still kind of on the fence about the whole situation. I mean, Munro had brought up a valid point- there was no reason Sam and I couldn't just hang out as friends. But, in practice, if we both wanted something more it was never going to work.

Of course, that was assuming that Sam actually had romantic feelings for me. He simply could have been caught up in the moment, and might be relieved when I declare this morning a mistake; something we should put in the past.

Either way, I had already told Sam that I would come over, and I wasn't about to go back on my word.

Just as I was thinking this my phone buzzed next to me on my bed. I practically jumped out of my own skin, my nerves skyrocketing.

I checked the caller ID- Sam.

"All done?"

"We have been wrapped so tight that I can scarce feel my toes."

"So you're as snug as a bug in a rug?"

"I never got that saying. There is no way you could wrap a bug up in a rug. It's simply baffling, not to mention idiotic."

I chuckled, feeling myself relax despite my many worries. Sam and I were just natural, comfortable. It was easy to get lost in the soothing rhythm of our banter. "This coming from the boy who tweets seemingly utter nonsense."

"'Seemingly' being the key word here."

"So…you're home?"

"Nearly; you can start making your way over."

"Alright; see you in a few."

We hung up, and I sprang out of my bed. I hadn't realized I was smiling so hugely until my mom appeared in my doorway.

"Who was that on the phone? They've certainly made you very happy."

"Oh, that was just Sam," I said dismissively, knowing that she would try to make a bigger deal out of the situation than there was. "I'm going over his house. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Do you have all your homework done?"

"Just about…"

"Aislinn!"

"Mom, I'm almost done, and it's not like I have school tomorrow anyway. Besides, when have I ever not found time to complete my work?"

My mom paused, deliberating. "Fine, I'll let you hang out with Sam. Just be home at a decent hour; you've got a big day on set tomorrow."

"I know; I can do that."

"Good. Have a nice time, sweetie." With that she left me alone, headed off to her room. I grabbed my purse as soon as she was clear of the doorway, and headed out the door.

On the way to Sam's I went through several ways I could bring the kiss up, and then how the conversation would go. I was going to drive myself nuts before I even had the chance to talk to him. But there were just so many ways this could go horribly, horribly wrong.

As I was dwelling on all the ways I could easily screw up the perfect friendship I arrived at Sam's door. I took a moment to collect myself before knocking.

After I finally braced myself for what was to come, I gave a few sharp wraps on the door. Here goes nothing…

Sorry for leaving you there…I guess I'm just an evil person.

So, how are you feeling about the direction this has taken? Are you disappointed; do you love it? Let me know, please.

Thank you all for reading. =)