Hello people that I feel I've abandoned. You should all know I'm a shitty human being and I'm not on top of anything in my life and really, writing fanfiction should have been the last thing I used up my time on. But here I am, writing and rewriting chapters to make them good in my eyes and then letting you all down by posting once every 52 years 4 months and 9 days. But thanks to inkprincess31, I'm updating. Go give her a hug!

Two weeks later, Candice was moving along just nicely with William. She'd called him the night after she got his number and he was incredibly capable of carrying on a very lovely conversation with her. They talked for a little that night, just long enough for him to ask her on a proper date. She agreed, of course, and that was one date that led to another and another. They were on a date now - the fifth date of the past two weeks. However, this one was more of a lunch date because she was working, but she was happy to take an extra half hour to spend out with him.

Candice held his hand as they walked across the street. She had a huge smile on her face and he was feeling incredibly proud of himself for being able to make her laugh. Candice had completely fallen in love with his face. He had green eyes that sparkled wherever they were. His hair was pitch black, long enough to cover his forehead, and curly so it stuck out from his head. Good. Candice had always hated the greased-to-the-face look guys loved nowadays. He wasn't incredibly old, but it wasn't like he was fresh out of high school, either.

He was incredibly sweet, and Candice loved how he just listened to her when she wanted to ramble. He even started to watch the show and would start to compliment Candice on her acting whenever he saw her. He was great, and Candice was feeling happier than normal lately.

"So," she started as they walked down a sidewalk, "I thought maybe you might want to come by the studio some time, to see how it works."

William looked down at her as she held onto his arm. "I've been there before," he informed her.

Candice frowned and looked up at him. "What? How have you been there?"

William looked ahead of them so that he could steer their direction if she was going to be staring at him. They'd already run into a few people when they accidentally lost themselves while staring at one another. "I deliver food to you guys. It's part of my job. Each worker is assigned to a place that orders food often. I was told to manage the food to your workplace. Someone named Wesley really likes pizza, by the way," he told her with a chuckle.

Candice gawked at him. "How have I never seen you before, then?"

William shrugged. "You never order anything from Pizza Hut."

"You work at Olive Garden."

"Weekends. Pizza Hut for the other days of the week."

Candice slowly smiled. "You have two jobs," she said the obvious new information. William nodded. "Do you work everyday?" she asked.

William squinted his eye as he thought about his schedule. "Every other week I take either Thursday or Friday off. This week I'm off on Thursday."

Candice smiled widely and held his hand tighter. "You're off Thursday? Do you want to come over and watch the new episode?" she offered.

"Of your show?" he clarified. "I'm still in the first season," he reminded. They turned a corner and started walking across the street to get to their favorite coffee shop.

Candice shrugged. "Who cares. This episode is absolutely amazing and I want you to see it. I'm actually good in this one."

William chuckled. "You're always good. You're absolutely gorgeous on the screen."

Candice frowned. "What am I in real life, then?"

He looked down at her. "Absolutely breathtaking."

Candice blushed and looked down, pushing her hair behind her ear. William squeezed her hand and turned them to walk into the coffee shop.

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Michael rubbed his hands together as he entered the empty shooting room. They'd done a scene in the Mikaelson's house just that day, but no one was still lingering around the fake house.

He turned and smiled to his cousin. "This is the Mikaelson Mansion," he said, holding his hand out to motion towards the fake house.

Jennifer beamed at the model in front of her and literally laughed out loud. "You got an entire house into this studio room?"

Michael shook his head. "Nah, this is just the living room. We use an actual house for outdoor shots and all that jazz," he explained.

Jennifer bit her bottom lip and stared at the huge single room. She raised her eyes at her cousin. "Can I?"

Michael knew exactly what she was talking about and nodded. "Knock yourself out," he granted her, nodding ahead at the setting.

Almost instantly, the petite brunette was running up onto set. Michael chuckled at her and went to the door to turn on the flood lights. Jennifer was older than him, not by much, but she acted like such a gleeful child when shown something exciting.

He flicked the lights on and heard the joyful giggle come from his relative. She was out of view from him, but he knew she was looking around at all the props.

"Can I touch everything?" she called to him.

"Not the alcohol," he instructed. "And don't break anything."

"Wait...that's real alcohol?" she clarified.

Michael put his hands in his pockets. "The brown ones are. But the 'vodka' is just water," he explained, but at the same time he spoke, someone walked into the room.

Joseph frowned at Michael. "Whatcha doin, mate?" he questioned while the door shut behind him.

Michael held a hand out to the set with a smile on his face. "Showing my cousin around."

Joseph turned his confused face to the wall of the set that he unfortunately couldn't see through. "Your cousin's here?"

"Fan of the show," Michael threw into the information.

Because of the facts, Joseph assumed this cousin was a teenage fangirl looking for autographs, but that changed when she walked into view and literally made Joseph do a double take. The girl - nay, woman - that walked around the corner was absolutely stunning. Her brown eyes were literally shining in the lights that were lighting up her face. Her brown hair was in delicate curls, and her face practically glew. Joseph knew it was just the lighting, but this could have been one of those dramatic moments in movies where soulmates meet for the first time.

Joseph shook his head, blinking strongly and turning to look away from the girl. No; he didn't believe in soulmates. This was just an attractive woman, he most likely wouldn't even get her number.

Her face lit up when she saw him, though. "You're Morgan," she informed him with a beaming smile on her face while she quickly stepped closer to him and Michael.

Joseph turned back to her and nodded. "I am," he smiled. He held his hand out when she got closer. And she was even more attractive up close. Her dark features made her look like a beautiful, perfect woman that had escaped from a painting.

She took his hand with glee and shook it firmly. "Jennifer Trevino," she greeted.

Joseph nodded once her name was said. "Pleasure to meet you."

Michael stepped into the conversation, breaking the lovely eye-contact that Joseph had been managing to hold with Jennifer. "She came down from Maine for a while. You'll be here three weeks?" Michael checked with her.

Jennifer looked to the side, thinking. "Um, something like that. I don't know; I'll have to check my schedule."

Michael rolled his eyes and turned to give Joseph a side comment. "She's not on top of anything," he chuckled.

Jennifer frowned in mock offence and reached over to dart Michael's shoulder with her fingertips. "I like to think of it as flexible," she informed him.

Michael raised his eyebrows. "I'm sure you do. Alright, you want to head to the next room?"

Jennifer bit her bottom lip in excitement and nodded. "Oh, it was nice meeting you, Joseph," she remembered to be formal.

Joseph bowed his head. "Pleasure's mine," he smiled at her.

Her gaze on his eyes seemed to last a little longer than what was usual before she turned with Michael to leave. Joseph smiled inwardly to himself and started getting back to what he had come in the room to do in the first place before a beautiful princess had stopped him.

Well, he would have got back to his original plans, but something stopped him. Looking back to the room, he saw Candice standing outside the door on the other side of the room. The door was shut, so he could only see her through on of the two narrow windows, but she was smiling up at someone, and that was enough to see for Joseph to feel all his comfort just disintegrated. Her beaming face was all he saw. The person earning her attention was hidden behind the door. Until his lips moved forward and kissed her. From clear across the room Joseph didn't recognize the guy. It wasn't anyone he knew. But he knew he wouldn't get to know the guy, either, just because of his hatred for anyone holding the hand of Candice.

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Paul tapped his toes on the ground while Andrew took his sweet time looking over the outfit he'd just thrown together. There was lots of humming and moaning, but in the end, Andrew still couldn't make up his mind. "I think we might just have to go with another hoodie..."

Paul rolled his eyes. "We can't go with another hoodie. Stefan's in his dark stage right now. Have you ever seen a super villain running around with high school cloths on?" he questioned sassily.

"Spider Man," Andrew sassed back, with a bob of his head to the side.

Paul took a deep breath as Andrew came towards him to mess with the zipper of his jacket. "That's a super hero, not a villain. And actually, he's not even that much of a hero. Plus he wears a suit all the time."

Andrew let go of the zipper and stared at Paul with wide, annoyed eyes. "Fine! Percy Jackson, then," he changed.

Paul flicked him on the nose. "That's a hero!"

Andrew stomped his foot and turned around sharply. "If you're going to be rude then I'm going to ignore you," he snapped over his shoulder as he took a few steps away.

Paul put his hands on his hips. "It's your job, Andrew."

Andrew was turned back around to Paul with a pout on his face in a flash. "I know," he pouted.

Michael walked through the doors with Jennifer trailing behind him. "This is the Wardrobe. More commonly known as the costume and dressing area of the studio."

Jennifer smiled instantly at the sight of all the dresses and familiar clothing hung all over the walls. Paul turned to look over his shoulder at the sound of a tourist. But he frowned when he saw Michael. "Hey, Trevino, how's it going?" he asked casually.

Jennifer turned her attention to the sound of one of her favorite actors. "Wesley," she beamed quietly.

Paul smiled at her. "Yeah, Paul," he held his hand out.

"Jennifer," she smiled back and shook his hand.

"Jennifer's my cousin," Michael answered the obvious question. "She's in town for a while and wanted to see how thing worked here."

"Big fan of the show," Jennifer added onto the trivia.

Paul nodded. "That's good," he chuckled. "Seriously; we're never sure how many adults watch. Sometimes we think it's just the screaming teenagers."

"Well, I do, along with my five best friends," she told him. "So there's six right there."

Paul nodded. "That it is." He turned and smiled at Michael, like he was telling him he approved of the cousin. "Hey, listen," he started, patting Jennifer on the arm. "I've got to get going, but it was nice to meet you, Jennifer," he smiled.

Jennifer whispered a goodbye and went back to looking around the room.

Paul, on his way out, nodded to Nathaniel as he started entering the Wardrobe. "Hey, man. What are you here for?"

Kol was dead, again, so Nate really had no business being there, but he'd honestly volunteered to help Andrew because he loved being in the studio so much. "Doing a bit of assisting," he answered with a proud smile. "I'll be in on your Stefan and Rebekah scene, too," he winked.

Paul shook his head with a laugh. "Alright, Nate. See you then."

Nate turned back to what he'd been doing, but stopped when he saw Jennifer. She was laughing with Michael now, and hadn't even seen him. "Trevino," Nate sang. "Who's the lovely madam?"

Michael smiled and held his hand out towards his cousin. "Jennifer Trevino, my cousin. Jen, I figure you know who this is?"

Jennifer laughed. She'd truly only been there to see the set, but meeting the cast was a bonus. "Buzolic, yeah," she smiled, shaking his hand.

Andrew looked up from a big dress in his hands and narrowed his eyes at Nate. "Buzolic! Get over here," he called.

Nate hissed under his breath. "I'd love to stay and chat but there's an angry smurf on my hands," he whispered to Jennifer.

"No, I get it," she nodded, turning to look at Andrew over her shoulder. He had the dress held out in front of him, spinning it by the hanger. "He looks very terrifying."

Nate laughed and pointed at her. "I like you. Alright, see you guys later," he farewelled them.

He stopped paying attention to Jennifer and Michael as he winced at the deadly glare the blue-haired man was giving him. "You're a slacker," Andrew accused.

Nate winked at him. "But you still have a crush on me."

"Don't take it for granted," Andrew warned him as he handed him the dress. "This needs taken to Nicki for sizing. For Katherine."

Nate sighed. "You know, when I agreed to help you, I thought I'd be putting together outfits myself."

Andrew lifted his eyebrows and slowly raked his eyes over Nate's cloths. "Yeah..." he whispered, "maybe when I'm straight." Without even letting Nate reply, he turned and walked away, making sure to sway his hips.

Nate laughed at him and was about to turn to leave to Nicki, but a sudden grip on his arm made him stop. "Nate," Joseph said with a bit of edge in his voice. "Who's Candice with?"

Nate took maybe five seconds to think about what Joseph was questioning. How on earth was he supposed to know? "I'm sorry...what?"

Joseph licked his lips and looked to the side, making sure no one was in listening distance. "Candice is here with a guy."

Nate gasped. "The felony!"

Joseph shot his co-star a nasty glare. "I'm serious. When did she get a boyfriend?"

"Why does it matter?" Nate questioned with a shrug.

Joseph stared straight through Nate while he thought about the question. Why did it matter? He wasn't with her. He wasn't interested. ...Was he?

"No," Joseph answered out loud, trying to make it as declared as possible. "It doesn't matter. I don't know why I'm freaking out. She's dating someone," he informed Nate, "Why does it matter? It doesn't. Alright." He reached up and patted Nate's shoulder in a bit of a haze. "Thanks, mate..." he mumbled as he turned and walked away.

Nate frowned in worry for his friend. The man really did look like he was having mental problems. He definitely had a thing for Candice. Joseph might not have known it, but it was plain as day for Nate, and it killed his shipper heart.

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Candice opened her dressing room door and walked in with a sigh. "I'm sorry, William," she said as he followed her into the small room. "I really didn't think I was going to be called in two hours early," she pouted.

William smiled and shut the door. "It's okay, really. I get it." He watched her as she sulked around, setting her bag down on her desk. "Don't be too upset."

She scoffed. "They just never give me a break."

"To be fair, you did come into the studio, and that only means work to all of them."

"With a cute guy on my arm? Really?" she exasperated.

William shrugged. "To everyone else, I'm not that cute."

Candice shot him a look. "Are you kidding me? You're one of the hottest guys in the world."

"Compared to this cast?" he questioned. "Hell no."

Candice laughed and walked over to him. Her hands wrapped around his waist, and his arms embraced her in return. "You're way too humble," she informed him.

William smiled down at her. "Just translating your remarks into truth," he retorted, leaning down to kiss her.

Joseph opened the door and walked in, only to stop in his tracks at the sight of Candice in the arms of the pizza boy. The two snapped their heads towards the door, and Candice pulled away from the guy immediately. "God!" she exclaimed. "Does everyone think that my dressing room is just an open coffee room?"

Joseph's first thought was to apologize and walk out, but his sudden rage made him stay. "Oh, I'm sorry," he deadpanned. "Am I interrupting?"

Candice stared wide-eyed at him. "A little, yeah," she snapped back with heavy sarcasm.

"Well, I'm afraid I came to fetch you," Joseph made up. "Your boyfriend will have to wait," he said, shooting the silent guy a look.

"I'm not scheduled for anything until six," Candice frowned, completely missing the negative signals being passed between the men in front of her.

Joseph looked back to the frustrated blonde. "Andrew wants you," he quickly corrected her.

Candice sighed in irritation and ran her hand through her hair, turning to the pizza boy. "I'm sorry," she began to say, but he stopped her.

"No, it's okay," he smiled down at her. Taking a step forward, he kissed her cheek. "I'll call you later, alright?"

Candice smiled at him and nodded. He held her hand for a moment before he turned and headed for the door. Joseph couldn't help but snarl a bit as the bastard had the audacity to smirk in pride as he passed him.

Joseph quickly shut the door as soon as the pizza boy was out of view. He turned to Candice with a serious face.

Candice frowned. "Doesn't Andrew want to see me?"

"Why are you seeing the pizza boy?" he asked straight forwardly.

Candice took a couple seconds to try to translate his question, but couldn't make sense of it. "What?"

"The pizza boy," he repeated, "why are you with him?"

"He's not the pizza boy."

"Yes he is. Paul orders pizza, that boy always delivers," Joseph corrected.

"Okay, but what does that have to do with anything?" Candice inquired.

"That kid's a bastard," Joseph informed her.

Candice chuckled humorlessly. "Alright, thanks, Dad," she snapped, moving to walk around him. But he didn't move. She put her hand on the handle of her door and looked up at Joseph with a very confused look. "Andrew needs me. Please move before he gets mad."

Joseph stared down at her with hesitancy, but still with anger for her being with that damn boy. She really wasn't in the mood to be messed with, anyone could see that, so what was he doing? He was just making her more upset. She was with the boy, so what? That shouldn't matter to him.

"Shouldn't" being the key word. He shouldn't have cared at all, especially since he seemed to have taken a liking to Jennifer, but he was completely enraged with that kid at the moment.

But he couldn't let Candice know that, so he slowly moved out of her way, not saying a word. She was out of the room in less than five seconds.

Joseph stared at the wall of her dressing moment for a few seconds, then- "Shit!" he hissed.

Reaching into his pocket, he quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Andrew's number as fast as he could. Luckily, the phone only rang twice before the tailor picked up. "What?"

"Candice is on her way to you. Make something up, now!"

"What? What did you do?"

"Screwed myself over. Seriously. Help."

"I don't know what to- Candice! Hey," Andrew trailed off, and before Joseph could hear anything, the line went dead.

He sighed and moved his phone away from his head. Seriously, what the hell was he doing? Candice was with a guy. Good for her. Why did he care so damn much? Was he protective over her? She was a good friend of his. But that meant she couldn't have a life? He needed to leave her alone. It wasn't as if she was connected to him in any way. Unfortunately.

...Unfortunately? What? Joseph shook his head quickly, getting rid of that thought. He didn't want a relationship with Candice. No. Joseph took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. "Jennifer," he said out loud. "I should like her. She's gorgeous. Be interested in her. Forget about blondes. Beautiful Trevino's will do wonderfully," he told himself as he turned.

He opened the door to leave and stopped with a mini heart attack when he saw Nate standing in front of him right outside the door. "You like Jennifer? What happened to C-"

Joseph quickly interrupted. "Candice? What? No. Never liked her. End of discussion!" he exclaimed quietly before Nate spoke again.

Nate licked his lips and pushed Joseph back into Candice's dressing room. "Okay, we need a talk."

"What?"

"Do you like Candice or do you not like Candice?"

Joseph quickly shut the door behind Nate in embarrassment. "I don't. What gave you that idea?"

"You've only been staring and fussing over her for the past couple months."

"When have I ever mentioned her?"

"Um, let's see, about you having a panic attack after Andrew teased you about her."

"Well, he shouldn't have been teasing me about it."

"Because it bugs you," Nate pointed out.

Joseph shook his head. "There's nothing going on between Candice and I."

"Do you want there to be?"

"So what if I did? She's got a boyfriend now."

Nate nodded his head to the side in debate. "I bet she wouldn't if she found out what you're telling me."

Joseph lifted his hands as he slowly became incredibly aggravated. "She's not interested in me, okay?"

Nate inhaled deeply and twisted his lips to the side in an awkward face. "You, my friend, are an idiot." He then, without saying anything else, exited the room and headed on his way back to Andrew.

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"You wanted me so you could tell me you liked how I acted in the last episode?" Candice repeated without any expression on her face.

Andrew folded his hands together in front of him and nodded with wide eyes. "Yes," he affirmed. "I thought your voice really complimented your face..."

Candice licked her lips. "Is that seriously all you wanted?"

Andrew scoffed. "No. I also want the news on your new boyfriend."

Candice frowned. "How do you know about him?"

Andrew knitted his eyebrows together and put his hand on his hip. "Honey, I know everything. Now spill."

Candice slowly started to smile. "Well..." And just like that, her attitude went from sour to giddy in .5 seconds. "He's incredibly handsome, intelligent, understanding, funny, charming, and so so so sweet!" she exclaimed in a dreamy voice.

Andrew waited for more. "Anything special?"

Candice lifted her hands to the side in confusion. "Isn't that enough to make him the perfect guy?"

With a laugh, Andrew looked to the side. "Girl, you just described Joseph," he informed her.

Candice's face went slightly red. "So they have some same characteristics, so what?" she asked nervously.

Andrew raised his eyebrows in question. "Why date him if he's nothing better than Joseph?"

"Joseph isn't that bad!" Candice defended.

Andrew started to smirk. "So why aren't you dating him?"

Candice narrowed her eyes at the annoying, jump-to-conclusions, pushy, short man in front of her. "You're way too far in my business right now," she said, trying not to let her smirk be too obvious.

Andrew smiled sweetly at her. "It's my job, honey. I'm a matchmaker."

"If you're so much of a love doctor, why do you keep hinting at Joseph and I? There's nothing going on there!"

"That you can see," Andrew corrected. He closed his eyes and lifted his head up a bit. "I see a white picket fence and a few blonde babies in the future..."

Candice laughed - she couldn't help it. "You're so full of shit," she chuckled as she turned to leave.

"Oh, what blue eyes they have!" he added. "I'm telling you right now, if I'm not the godfather, I'm going to be very upset."

Candice didn't even look back as she flipped him off over her shoulder. "Come back when you have love problems," Andrew called to her. "I'll be here to hand you tissues and tell you about a perfect English stud I've got handy."

Candice stopped by the door and looked back to him. "Stop trying to put romance in a place where it ain't gonna grow."

"Oh, honey, you just watch me."

I'm not pleased with half of this chapter and the other half I feel I could have written better but if I needed to just try to plow through this block the best I could. Lots of denial and I think that should change soon. By the way the only reason I'm writing such long A/Ns is because I'm saying it in my head in a very dramatic voice. That is literally the only reason.

I love you all for reading and I hope you don't want to kill me too much.