Chapter 16: White Wrapper

Freddie's POV

What made me think that converting a book into a movie would be easy? The author Dan Snider is driving me crazy! He wants to be a part of everything and is so against any creative change I want to make. It took us a grand total of ten meetings to pinpoint what sections of the book he was okay with merging. He wanted the movie to be as much like the book as possible, which I could respect, but this was a romantic comedy it be weird for the it to go over two hours. After I got him to understand that we had a bigger problem, actors. That's why we were meeting today. We were having completely different visions of what the main character, Carrie, should look like. The only thing we really agree on is the fact that she's brunette.

So Maddy, Mr. Snider, and I now sit in one of the offices at my production company's building ready to see twenty more women in hopes that we'll all agree on someone today. If we can't get it done today we will officially behind my standards of production anyway. I am tapping my foot anxiously as our first actress tosses her hair a clears her throat for the third time. I draw in a deep breath, she's already a no in my book. She looks too much like a model, when I read the book I envision Carrie as having a natural infectious sort of cuteness.

"Amanda, are you ready?" Maddy asked a little normal than I was used to. I think she was getting a little annoyed with this whole process with Mr. Snider too. We have been a team for so long we have a system that has not only worked but become award winning, but we have to incorporate with the artist or else the movie will be a complete fail.

"Yeah, I'm ready." Amanda cleared her throat one more time and then began to recite the words. I was shocked that she used as much emotion as she did, but I still didn't see her as a fit.

"No," Dan snapped abruptly. "She's not Carrie." Amanda nodded with tears in her eyes and left the room. I glared at this guy, he didn't have to be so rough with her, it was sad I couldn't even like when I agreed with him. He's lucky he wrote an amazing book. The day went on like this each girl more disappointing than the last. The day was almost over and I had officially deemed us behind schedule, and then this blonde actress comes in. She's cute, most definitely not a model, and looks really nervous.

"I know I'm not brunette, but I'll die my hair. I love this book and relate to Carrie so much. I've went through most of the crazy things she's experienced." The girl started to ramble, much like the Carrie character and besides her hair her features worked for the role. I just wished she'd stop with the prelude and get on to her audition.

"Miss, umm I'm sorry what was your name?" I ask because she'd talked so much I'd honestly forgotten.

"Megan, people call me Maggie though, so you can call me that," she started to ramble again.

"Maggie, can you please, please read starting at page four. We will tell you when to stop." She nodded bashfully and began. I was amazed she became the character easily, probably because like she'd said before the character isn't much removed from her own personally, but I was grateful to have an promising candidate in front of me.

"Perfect!" Mr. Snider announced rather loudly. "I'm speechless, honey you better start looking for some hair dye." He stood and clapped for the woman. I guess we weren't going to deliberate on if she's right for the role, he practically just gave it to her. I let out a breath of frustration. I couldn't wait until this film was done with and we hadn't even started filming.

Sam's POV

Ugh! I hated when Max was right. Half of the clothes in my closet weren't fitting me like they used to, some of the close didn't fit at all. We are both scheduled to have dinner with a client interested in protecting his rights and property. I hadn't really looked over the details, Max had looked over the materials the client wished to protect and set up a meeting. She thought it would be an easy win.

I looked at the pile of close now piled on my bed and now down to my body that was only covered by a rose pink bra and panty set. My stomach was a little pudgier that usual. I tried to suck it in but it was really going anywhere. I looked at the clock I didn't really have time to go shopping. I decided that I'd swing by Max's and borrow one of her dresses. She's about a size or two bigger than me. Well she was until I stuck with the strawberry ice cream fits. I through on my grey yoga pants and top and decided to head her way.

"So nothing fit huh?" Max said as she pulled out a couple of dresses from her closet.

"Well, they fit but not well. I didn't want to look like a bum sitting across from the guy." I said as I pointed to the black dress she had in her right hand. She laid it on the bed and went into her bathroom.

"Thanks again, Max, you are really a life saver. I promise I will lay off the ice cream and hop on a diet and get this tummy down." I shook my belly even though Max wasn't in the room. Even though it poked out it was sloppy fat matter of fact the surface felt pretty hard.

"No problem. Sam it's not just your stomach that's gotten large, you're boobs are bigger too. I'm going to ask you something personal. Well, maybe I should wait until the meetings over?" She mused.

"What is Max, damn, you act as though you're going to ask for my social security number or something." I laughed because I already shared so much with Max, there wasn't much she didn't know about me.

"Are you … we're you … on birth control?" The question rang through my head. I knew where she was going with this.

"No," I said speaking very low. I was slightly panicked I don't know how many young teen girls I'd talked to in the past and told to make sure they were on the pill before they become active. I felt like a hypocrite for not taking my own advice.

"Well, uh … did Freddie use a condom?" Logically next question, Max stepped out of the bathroom with concern coloring her face. I shook my head, my cheeks were hot. I wasn't angry, I was shocked … scared even. Max sat on the bed with me and was quiet for a minute. Then she handed me something as long as a pencil but thicker wrapped in a white wrapper. "I was on my period two weeks ago, yours should have started last week. Can you please take this? Not for you but for me, okay?" I nodded, I was in too much shock to even argue with her right now. Reality was there wasn't anything I could argue, I had had sex, great sex, yet unprotected sex. I could be pregnant. I stood and made my way into her bathroom. My mind swirling around itself, the main thing blasting at me was on my God, I could be having Freddie's baby.

Author's Note: Okay! Sorry it's taken so long for me to get back. But it looks like some of you may be right! I will try to update a little quicker being that we are at a really good part right now. As always please read and review! No flames!