Sorry about the long time between updates…my life gets kind of hectic around the end of the school year. I'm sure most of you understand that, if not are experiencing the same thing. Either way, I'm here to update now!

The response to this story thus far has been heartwarming. You're all so kind, and I thank you for reading. Keep on telling me if you're Team Sam or Team Munro. Let the war commence; ha-ha. I'm kidding.

Here we go:

I was stuck in that space between sleep and consciousness, but I could tell that the room I was in was not my own. However, it was familiar; I had been in this room before. I just wasn't awake enough to know whose room it was, exactly.

I slowly registered that I should be bothered by the fact that I was not sleeping in my own room, that I couldn't exactly remember what had happened the night before just yet, but it smelled so amazing in here that I didn't want to get out of the bed yet. So I pulled the covers closer around me.

"No, Aislinn, don't go back to sleep! We have to get going; we're needed on set in a couple hours. C'mon, I made you breakfast…"

I was trying to ignore the persistent hand that was shaking me gently- that was, until food was mentioned. I quickly sat up in bed, rubbing the last bit of sleep from my eyes. I looked up to find Munro smiling down at me, looking relived that I had finally gotten up.

"Why am I in your bed?"

"You fell asleep here last night, and I really didn't have the heart to wake you up, you know? So I called your mom to let her know you'd be crashing here. I slept in Thomas' room."

Slowly, the events of the night before came flooding back to me- going over Sam's to hang out, the kiss, the talk, and seeking Munro's advise. I knew there was one last monumental thing that had happened last night, but it was clouded over by a haze of unconsciousness. Darn, that was going to bug me until I figured it out…

"You mentioned breakfast…," I prompted, trying not to dwell on the blank spot in my memory.

Munro laughed, way too peppy for this early in the morning. "Of course; I made you your favorite- French toast. And I just started brewing another pot of coffee; it should be ready in a minute."

At the mention of coffee I perked right up. "You know me so well! Thank you a million times over; there is no better way to start a day than coffee and French toast."

I shifted so I was kneeling on the bed in front of Munro, and I threw my arms around his neck, planting a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek. Munro was such a wonderful friend, and making me breakfast was way sweet of him. I would never understand what I had done to deserve someone as great as him for a best friend.

"It's really no big deal," Munro shrugged, stepping away. A blush was working its way up his neck and onto his cheeks. That was peculiar…

"Right…"

Suddenly things felt very awkward between Munro and me; like some shift in our relationship had occurred while I was asleep. The elusive tug on my memory came back, nagging at me to figure out the missing piece.

"Um, I promised your mom you would call her as soon as you were awake. I'll, uh, meet you downstairs in a few."

I nodded in response though I doubt Munro saw; he practically ran out of his room, the blush lingering on his cheeks.

I pushed his strange actions out of my mind and looked for my cell phone. Munro had apparently set it on my nightstand, so I grabbed it and dialed my home number. Not surprisingly, my mom did not answer. I usually had to wake up earlier than her to go to work, so she was never awake at the same time as me in the morning. I left a brief message for her so she would know I was awake, well, and headed to work on time.

As soon as I hung up, my phone buzzed in my hand, signaling the arrival of a new text message. It was from Sam: 'Good morning, sunshine. How are you on this fine morning?'

I big, goofy grin slipped onto my face. Sam was so sweet, but he wasn't called to set today, so I had to wonder what he was doing awake so early.

I quickly typed a response: 'Munro made me some breakfast, so I am peachy. Why are you up so early, handsome?'

Before he replied I made my way to the bathroom so I could freshen up. I'd have to ask Munro if we could stop by house before we went to set so I could get some clothes since I was still wearing the same outfit as yesterday.

After splashing water on my face and pulling my short, messy curls into a loose ponytail I went back to Munro's room to grab my phone. As I had expected there was a new message from Sam.

'Drat; foiled again! I was going to see if you wanted to get breakfast, but I suppose I'll have to come up with some other cute display of affection. ;D'

'Can't wait to see what that'll be! I'll call you when I'm off work. =)'

I shoved my phone in my pocket and made my way down the stairs. I sighed with delight when I got to the kitchen, the scent of vanilla extract was thick in the air and it was making my mouth water.

"I thought for sure you had gone back to sleep. I was about to come upstairs and drag you from your bed."

"You mean your bed," I reminded Munro. He looked much more like his usual, down to Earth self. The tension had disappeared from his face leaving an easy, relaxed smile on his lips. "I love your smile," I commented absently, not realizing that I probably sounded mental until after the words had left my mouth.

I saw an intimate softness flash in Munro's eyes before he shrugged, laughing at me like the freak I was. "Eat your breakfast, dork."

"Don't mind if I do. It smells delicious."

Munro just shook his head at me, setting a plate of French toast in front of me as I sat down. He then went to the coffee pot, poured me a mug, and placed that in front of me too. I was about to ask what I had done to get this special treatment, it wasn't like I was a guest, but Munro spoke first.

"Eat quickly. I figure you want to stop by your house before set to get a change of clothes….maybe shower. We'll have to leave in a ten minutes if you want to do both."

"How do you do that?"

"Do you usually not make sense in the morning, or is it just a lack of coffee? Maybe you should drink a bit before opening your mouth again."

I blushed, glaring at him, but I grabbed the mug anyway. After I had chugged all of it I explained myself. "I was just thinking earlier that I was going to have to ask you to stop at my house. It was like you read my mind or something."

"Ah, well, as cool as that would be, I did not. You're just disappointingly predictable."

"Please, you wish you were as unpredictable as me."

Munro rolled his eyes. "Stop flapping your lips and eat, Aislinn."

He didn't need to tell me twice. As Munro got up to refill my coffee mug I shoved a heaping forkful of French toast in my mouth. I melted almost instantly.

"Shoo Gwood," I muttered around the food in my mouth.

"Cute."

I swallowed. "Munro, if we are going to continue to work together I'm going to have to ask you to stop fawning over me. It's unprofessional."

"Maybe you shouldn't have any more coffee; it's causing you to think you're funny."

"If you cut off my coffee supply, I cut you."

I was dead serious, but a surprised, amused laugh escaped Munro's lips. "Ace, you couldn't hurt a fly."

"Take away my coffee and you'll find out how false that is."

"Seriously, would you stop taking and eat already?"

Instead of responding I shoved another piece of French toast in my mouth.

It didn't take me very long to finish my breakfast, Munro's cooking was absolutely delectable, and we quickly made our way over to my house so I could shower and change.

My mom was still not awake, and I didn't want to bother her, so I quickly hopped in the shower. Munro was waiting in the car, and I didn't want to make him wait for long, so I got ready at breakneck pace. I was showered and dressed in ten minutes flat.

Thanks to Munro's manic, but careful, driving we even made it to set with five minutes to spare which, sadly enough, made Munro and I very proud of ourselves.

"Want to meet me in my dressing room to go over today's scenes after hair and makeup?"

Munro nodded, smiling down at me, and then we split ways- him to hair, me to makeup.

After an hour of being poked and prodded at, then a quick trip to wardrobe, I was in my uniform and ready to go. After I adjusted my bangs in my mirror one last time I grabbed my script and sat down at my couch. I was waiting for Munro, but the script was so intense that I didn't notice him enter my room until he dropped down next to me.

"Some pretty intense stuff going down for poor Eli and Clare, huh?"

"Yeah…I'm kind of nervous about today. There is a lot of emotion in this script…I hope I can do it justice."

"Aislinn, I don't think you realize how talented you are sometimes. I am literally amazed by you most of the time, so I really don't think you need to worry about doing the script justice. You got this."

I smiled at him. "How did I get so lucky?"

"What do you mean?"

"You always know what I need to hear, you make me breakfast, you're always there for me…I want to know how I got lucky enough to have you as a best friend."

Munro blushed a deep red, looking deep into my eyes. For a second I felt dizzy, my breath caught in my throat. "I'm the lucky one."

Before I could denounce this claim, there was a knock at my door. I turned to find Sam standing there with a huge smile on his face and coffee in his hand.

I was happy to see him, I really was, but I couldn't help but feel Déjà vu wash over me. Except, this time, instead of Munro interrupting an intimate moment between Sam and I, Sam was interrupting an intimate moment between me and Munro. Again, I felt like I had been caught doing something that I shouldn't have been. Which was silly…Munro and I were just talking.

"Delivery," Sam announced cheerily.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, getting up to walk over to him.

"I figured since I couldn't get you breakfast, I could stop by with coffee. We both know that's the key to your heart."

I accepted the paper cup, leaning in to place a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank you; sadly, this is true."

"So, does that mean I can take you out on a proper date?"

I was acutely aware of Munro still sitting in the room, staring at his hands like he was beyond uncomfortable. I tried to push it out of my mind.

"I would love to go on a proper date with you."

Sam elated smile made my own lips twist up involuntarily, all thoughts of Munro disappearing.

-Munro's Point of View-

I couldn't believe that I was about to tell Ace I had feelings for her. The words had been on the tip of my tongue before Sam had entered with coffee. I was both grateful and annoyed that he had showed up earlier- grateful because without knowing it he had saved me from myself; annoyed because Aislinn and him were going on a date.

Not that I had any right to be annoyed…I had encouraged her after all.

The great thing about Eli was he was a fountain of emotion. It was always strangely relaxing to get into character when I was feeling overwhelmed because Eli let all his emotions hang out. I didn't have to find a way of coping with my own emotions because I used them to power my character. So the scenes we did were especially liberating because Eli and Clare weren't exactly in a happy place. Aislinn and I were on top of our game, and it felt great.

I was just starting to calm down when Stephen put me on break so they could film a scene between Alli and Clare.

Instead of going back to my dressing room I joined Sam on the sidelines where he had been watching Ace all day. He nodded at me as I sat next to him on a bench. A few comfortable minutes passed as I watched Aislinn and Melinda do their thing…but I mostly watched Aislinn.

Then, Sam ruined everything by talking. "So, you really like her, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

"Aislinn- you like her. I don't know why I didn't notice it before, but you get the same look on your face when you're around her that I do."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I denied lamely, my insides clenching with panic.

"Dude, it's okay. And it's not like I'm going to run and tell her. We're above that kind of thing, right? We can be civil about this. I mean, she is a great girl. I'm not surprised that you like her. You would be crazy not to."

"I…can we just not talk about this?"

Sam nodded, smiling at me like he knows exactly what's going on inside my head. I excused myself, walking to my dressing room. I feel like someone pulled a rug out from underneath me. I had gone through great pains to cover up the fact that I had feelings for Aislinn because I was sure it would be a disaster if she found out, but somehow the last person I wanted to know, Aislinn was even on the list before him, had found out.

I guess I was left with nothing to do but proceed with caution. Things certainly had the potential to get messy real soon.

XXX

I tried to avoid Aislinn as much as possible during our free time on the set for the rest of the afternoon. When lunch rolled around I ate with Melinda, but I tried to keep an eye on Aislinn and Sam.

"Distracted, much?"

"What, huh?"

"Munro, you're practically breaking your neck to watch Sam and Aislinn…who are quite obviously together. If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are jealous."

I just glared at her; what was the sense of even denying it anymore?

But as long as I wasn't denying anything that didn't mean I had to confirm it, either. Although my silence seemed to be confirmation enough because Mindy was smiling knowingly at me; I hated how people were suddenly assuming they knew what was going on in my head. Granted, they were pretty close to right, but it was still bugging me.

At the end of lunch I walked back to my dressing room, unfortunately catching the end of Sam and Aislinn's goodbye. "I'll pick you up at seven, buttercup."

"I can't wait," Aislinn practically purred, giggling like a little school girl. I had a hard time maintaining control over my gag reflex.

Aislinn and I had one last scene to shoot together, and then we were free to go. The scene was short, simple, and we got through it pretty quickly. Aislinn seemed to sense something was off with me, so she didn't joke around as much as she usually did. I felt bad about suddenly closing her out, but I didn't know how else to handle things.

When Stephen called wrap I quickly retreated to my dressing room before Ace could ask any questions. After I had changed though, I realized that I had been her ride here, and she probably needed one home; time to swallow my pride and push my fears aside.

"Need a ride home?" I asked, popping my head in her door.

I knew my voice sounded tired, weary. The invitation seemed false in my own ears. I desperately wanted her to tell me to go on ahead, that she would find a ride, so I didn't have to be alone with her. But I didn't want to leave her here, stranded and abandoned. Two desires impossible to curb at the same time.

"If it's not too much trouble," she replied hesitantly after deliberation.

"You're always trouble; has that ever stopped me before?"

"No, it hasn't. Thank God."

I smiled, relaxing ever so slightly. It was hard to remain distant when Aislinn was smiling so warmly at me. Damn, if she only knew the effect she had on me. Damn it all to hell!

"Well then let's get going; haven't you got a date to prepare for?" I tried really hard to sound supportive, but I couldn't help the hint of distaste that surrounded to word 'date'. The way Ace was wrinkling her nose told me that she had picked up on it, too. A small part of me had to wonder how she wrote off little things like that…could she really not tell how much I cared about her?

"I sure do," she asserted, flashing a blinding smile at me and grabbing my hand. My heart skipped a beat as she pulled me toward the parking lot. I couldn't help the slightest bit of disappointment that surged through me when she dropped my hand to climb into the car. I climbed into the driver's seat, and tried to keep my eyes on the road; anything to keep them off of the girl sitting next to me. As I was pulling out of the parking lot Ace let out an exasperated sigh and looked at me expectantly. "What's up with you, Mr. Mood Swing?"

"I was unaware there was something wrong with me."

"Oh, come on. All afternoon you've been acting like someone told you your cat died."

"Ace, I don't have a cat, and you know it," I danced around the subject. This was not something I wanted to be talking about.

"Munro, seriously, what's wrong? You've been treating me like the pariah all afternoon."

It broke my heart to hear her so upset.

"Believe me, Ace, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just…in a funky mood."

The words were true enough that I didn't feel guilty for dancing around the truth. Aislinn deserved to know, but I didn't have the guts to tell her.

"Oh, okay."

She looked disappointed that I wasn't opening up to her. She probably wanted to help, but the problem was she really couldn't fix this one. It was all on me. She started to slip out of my car, but I didn't want her leaving where we had just left things. She deserved more than that.

I caught her arm. "Hey, have fun tonight. I love ya, freak."

A tiny, sweet smile snaked its way onto her lips. "I love you, too, crazy. I'll text you a brief date overview when I get home." With that she slipped off the seat and skipped into her house.

Why couldn't I just tell Ace the truth; that I didn't just love her…I was in love with her.

-Aislinn's Point of View-

It was 6:55 and I was freaking out a bit. Every time I thought about Sam my stomach lurched uncomfortably, and the butterflies in my stomach would try to fly out through my mouth. And yet, I had never been so excited in my life.

Because I had this nervous energy bouncing around inside me, I couldn't sit still for me than a few seconds. Pacing seemed to be an effective outlet.

"Would you please relax?" Jordy asked from her spot on the couch. After Munro had dropped me off I had immediately called her to help me get ready. "You and Sam are, like, perfect for each other so I don't even know why you're so nervous."

"I'm not; I'm excited."

"Well could you be excited whilst sitting next to me, you're starting to make me nervous."

I obliged, plopping down next to her. "Thanks again, love. You really didn't have to come over to help me get ready."

"Yes I did; who else was going to make you look this fabulous? That dress is killer, by the way. Like, seriously, you're going to knock Sam dead."

I giggled, tugging at the hemline again so it reached just above my knees. "And you're sure you just want to hang out here till I get back?"

"Well, duh! I'm not going to let you slack on the details, missy. I expect a colorful reenactment the second I get back."

I was about to comment when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, shit. It's him. How do I look?" I asked, standing.

Jordy only winked at me, so I decided that meant I looked good. I waved at her, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Hey, A…" Sam stopped talking as soon as he saw me. After giving me the once over he only seemed to be able to find one word to sum up what he saw. "Wow."

I smiled, satisfied.

"You look pretty 'wow' yourself; ready to go?"

Sam shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. "Oh, you are in for the night of your life, baby!"

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Sam replied, his hand closing around my own.

The butterflies knocked excitedly against my tummy as I headed off to the first date of hopefully many between Sam and me.

So, I know this is heavy on the Munro side, but don't despair Team Sam! The next chapter is going to be their date. Are you all excited? You should be because I have a feeling Munro will be revealing his love for Aislinn mighty soon, as well. ;D

Thank you all for reading. You guys are amazing!