Piper's POV

"Piper, would you just sit down already?" Carlos sighed up from his position on the ground, my obsessive pacing obviously not as entertaining to him as it was to me.

I slid my back down the wall, my butt landing with a plop next to him.

I mumbled an apology. The two of us watched in awkward silence as James fell over repeatedly for the scene he had been filming onto a particularly cushy looking mat.

The director screamed about how the lights were all wrong, the sound crew was breathing too loud, blah blah freaking blah. "Again!" He nearly gave himself an aneurism, what with the intensity he threw into his command that doomed us to another half hour of James flipping himself over retardedly.

With a sigh, I let my head fall sideways into Carlos's lap, not caring about or acknowledging the fact that James was giving us the hairy eyeball.

Carlos's POV

"Oh, screw this" Piper mumbled, pushing herself to a standing position before attempting to walk off. With a quick sweep of my arm against the back of her legs, she was back on the ground, my arms locked around her.

"What the helllllllll?" She drew the last word out as she brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"The director said you couldn't go anywhere without me, and I can't leave for another hour so-" Piper cut me off, insisting that she'd be fine to take a cab home. After all, most of the extras had been sent home, with only five minutes of filming left before me and the guys had to head into the recording studio.

We half-heartedly argued, only stopping when the five minutes were over. I scooped her up and nearly ran to the studio so she wouldn't have a chance to fight.

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"Oh my god," I chuckled. "Piper, did you just growl?"

I couldn't quite place the look on Piper's face at the moment. It looked like Disdain and Fury hugged and turned into a facial expression.

I followed Piper's gaze… and saw Lacey licking her lips and eyeing James. Of course, James was completely oblivious, curiously staring at Piper's scowl, thinking it was meant for him.

Every step James took towards us led Lacey that much closer.

That's when Piper started shaking uncontrollably… and turned into a werewolf!

Nah, just kidding. But Piper was shaking, and a steady growl reverberated through her lips. To tell the truth, Piper was a lot more like a Chihuahua; growling, small, and incredibly predictable. I wrapped my hands around her waist just as she tried to pounce on the tall, boney blonde behind James.

Lacey snickered and snuck up behind him, shoving her hands into his back pockets and making a show out of feeling him up. Piper started kicking her feet uncontrollably, since they were the only things not restrained against me. Needless to say, I was a decent bit bigger than her, so her only weapons didn't even touch the ground.

Surprisingly, James snapped at the hooker wannabe and jerked away from her. He continued over to us, whispering something unintelligible in Piper's ear as she continued to growl at the shocked Barbie.

Don't you just love Mondays?