Hunter, Thad and Jeff all make attempts to call me over the weekend but I don't answer any of them. Growing exasperated, I eventually just shut my phone off altogether to try and get some peace of mind. Those days are spent with Cooper, hanging around and a lot of small talk. Sunday night I walk into his bedroom and I see him sitting at his bedside, tapping his fingers mindlessly on the night stand. There's a tired, stressed look on his face that I've never seen on him before.
I watch him in worry from the doorway, "Is everything okay?"
"Sebastian," he mutters, standing up, not having noticed me until I spoke, "Um, yeah, it's fine. Are you okay?"
I nod, walking further into the room, "Yeah. What's on your mind?"
He sighs, "Nothing. Nothing at all. Don't worry about it, okay?"
"Alright," I answer even though I don't actually agree with what he's saying at all, "What are you up to?"
He shrugs his shoulder, "Nothing, really. Did you want to head to bed soon?"
"Sure, if you want."
He smiles, opening his dresser drawer and tossing me some pajamas, "Are you gonna sleep in here tonight?"
Friday night I had slept on his bed with him, or at least I would have if I had actually fallen asleep that night. Last night I slept on the couch, feeling nervous about getting to close and personal. "Um, I don't know."
He sits back down, taking his shoes off, "I'd like it if you did. My bed's a lot more comfortable than the couch and you'll need a decent night's sleep. We're going to the studio tomorrow and we need to be up pretty early."
"Sure," I answer uneasily, "I'm just gonna change real quick."
I walk into the bathroom, shutting the door and changing into the clothes he gave me. I don't know how I feel about sleeping with him, even if it doesn't entail anything but. I know that he likes me, and I've quickly grown more and more fond of him. But I'm nowhere near getting over Hunter, I'm still secretly hoping that we'll somehow end up together again. I don't want to give Cooper the wrong idea about what my intentions are here. He had said that he was cool with just being friends over the phone the other night, but a lot has changed since then.
I walk back into his bedroom, and sit down on the side of the bed. He's just wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants, combing his hair in the mirror. He smiles at me and takes a seat behind me, "You alright?"
I shrug, "I guess, yeah. Thanks."
He puts his arm around me, kissing me on the forehead. We both climb under the covers and he shuts the lights off. He instantly has his arms around me and I'm not sure what to do. I'm not comfortable with it, but at the same time I don't really want to say anything or push him away. So I just don't do anything, really. I lie there still, not moving towards or away from him.
The next morning he takes me to the studio where he's filming a scene for his guest star role on a soap opera. I follow him around like a puppy, feeling amazed and nervous at the same time. After a long, windy walk around a bunch of different sets, we stop outside an area that looks like hospital entrance. He looks around for a moment and then turns to me, "I've got to go get into my costume and stuff, but when I get a chance I want to introduce you to my manager."
"Sure, yeah, sounds great," I reply with a grin, "Where should I wait for you?"
"Just stay around here, near the outside of the set." he explains, and then with a peck on the cheek, "I'll be back, okay?"
I nod, and then start to wander around the area after he goes off. I look around at all the fabulous actors, the sets, and the camera equipment. For a short moment I'm imagining what it would be like to actually work here. To come to a place like this every day and just act for a living. Even if this is no where near a major production, I'm still star struck to be here.
"Hey." I turn around to see a gorgeous 30 something year old woman approaching me, a charismatic smile across her perfectly angular features, "I don't think we've met. Are you one of the new guest stars?"
I shake my head, flattered by her assumption, "Oh, no. I'm just, I don't even know. I guess you could say I'm just sort of shadowing someone for the day."
"Oh," she replies with a shrug, "Fair enough. Are you looking to be an actor or something?"
"Yeah, definitely," I answer, "I'm a college student, but I want more than anything to act someday."
She smirks, "Don't say someday like younger people can't do it. You're not gonna look that handsome forever, you know."
I try not to grin too much, "Yeah, that's true. I don't know, I've done a few auditions but I haven't really gotten anywhere thus far."
"Well," she mutters, "I have no idea about how well your acting is, but you've got a pretty face and seem like a really nice kid. I'm working on another project in a few weeks and we have a spot or two open that you might fit the criteria for." She hands me a business card with a small smile, "Auditions start on the 14th of next month, I'd be a shame not to see you there."
I take her card eagerly, giving it a once over, "Wow, thank you so much. I'll be there, I'll be ready, hopefully I impress you."
"Well, it was nice talking to you. I'll see you later, then, ...?"
"Oh, Sebastian Smythe." I introduce myself, shaking her hand politely.
"Sebastian." She finishes with a nod before she walks over to a small group of people that are on the set.
I grin, looking down at her business card, filled with hope and excitement. Before I know it, Cooper walks back over to me, dressed in black suit with his hair done up, "Hey, what's up?"
I beam up at him, "I was just given an amazing opportunity, I mean, it's just an audition, but I'm still really happy about it. You look stunning by the way."
He smirks, "Oh yeah? By who?"
I glance down at the card I was given, "Trisha Jansen. She came up and talked to me for a minute, she was really nice."
"Ahh," he replies, "Trish is a producer. You're lucky that she liked you, definitely someone you'll want to impress."
I nod, grinning, "Wow. This is amazing."
"You're adorable," he comments, "So dumbfounded by everything."
I roll my eyes, "I'm sure you were the same way when you were just starting out in all of this."
He shrugs, "Somewhat, but not as much as you are. I gotta go get in position, they start shooting really soon."
"Okay, good luck." I reply. He gives me a pet on the shoulder, walking in front of the hospital and muttering some things to his fellow actors.
I lean back and watch as they shoot the scene, enjoying the opportunity to see everything in action.
