"You know the feeling when you just want to f*ck, baby?" She was purring into the phone.

"Um... excuse me?"

"Well, I have it now." She exhaled and slowly drinks in her next breath. "Want to come back so we can sort this out, man to woman? I need something sorting out ... yeah you know what I mean. Come back before I have to find someone else ot sort it out for me. ...hmmm...yeah?" She stopped and I heard something hit the floor with a crack, and then it sounded like she had stepped on something.

"What was that?!"

"A bug. A flipping bug."

"What?!"

"She bugged us."

"Who is she? What do you mean? Why did you say all that?" I was confused, so confused.

"It was Dorothy, Oskar."

"Oh, ok."

"That's why I tried to make you mad, so you would leave, and I could make sure the press got their fill of stupid stories about teen star date turned bad to wild or whatever else they desired."

"You told the press you wanted to f*uck me?!"

"Yes...no..I... well yes."

"Do you want me to come back?"

"No Oskar. I want you to become a Buddha and live in the Artic."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

"Bye. Love you."

I let the phone buzz after she hung up. She told me that she loved me. What... had it been two days? A day? I was a little hurt that she had pulled that trick on me, making me think we were over. Shocked she would do that to the press, surely that would cause more harm than good, right? Disappointed she didn't let me tell her my feelings,to tell her I felt the same.

I returned to the hotel, remembering there was a door that was by a small garden, which I could sneak into, and which led to the living room; I did not want to go past Dorothy, that would not end well.

I knocked quietly, hoping Eva would hear but Dorothy would not.

Eva let me in after turning the TV up, presumably to block all noise to the most likely snooping landlady.

"Hang on..." I remembered as we sat on the sofa, she was breathing slow and sleepily in my arms. "So did you, like, make the news report up? And the angry phone call?"

"Yep." She tried to say apologetically, but could not conceal her grin, both smug and mischievous. "That was pre-taped, a few of my friends on set helped me, I told them the situation. The phone call was utterly bull."

"How could you do that?" I had nodded, understanding the details of her plan, but was still a little confused. "And what do you mean by situation?"

"Last year a stupid article came out about me shooting scenes in portoloos in a festival. It was true, I needed it for the episodes.. you know... 'Little Lara'?" I nodded. "I wouldn't have cared much,but I realised the only place I had discussed them in the detail which was in the article, was here." She patted the sofa. "I got Leona to dig deeper, she guessed I was bugged. I have kept a look out for Dorothy and other bugs, but never found one. I took a wild guess tonight, thinking she would choose today as she knew about you... and it would most likely get her the most money, and the press the most reads.

"It was a guess? A wild guess? What if it wasn't bugged, you would have just done that to me for nothing!" She poked her tongue out at me. "It was all fake. All of it. Fake." I murmured.

She smiled and brought her body close to mine. "Acting. It's called acting Hun." Her eyes began to sparkle as her lips trembled slightly, she brought them closer and closer to mine.

"Is this acting?" I whispered.

"No. This is real." She replied, pulling me onto her, kissing me harder than expected. She began to push her hand up my shirt, it was cool on my chest, and I stopped her.

"Don't you think this is a little too quick?" I asked as she blushed, smoothing down her hair and pulling down her shots which had hitched up when she had grabbed my shirt, pulling me down.

"Yeah..umm.. I'm sorry." She paused, thinking. "You know, you're unlike most other guys I have dated."

"G thanks!" I exclaimed, pretending to be hurt by such a statement. "Just because I don't want to jump in bed with you! What a terrible taste in guys you've had!"

"There's that, yeah. But I meant that you seem to care. Not just about me, about others also." Her smile was growing, she lost the awkward look and became herself once more. "You are different, better than I would have ever imagined."

"I'm not entirely sure that means I did well to exceed your expectations or disappointed you set the bar too low." I joked.

"Oi! Take a compliment, you!"

"Make me." I grinned.

"Fine."

"And how are you going to?" I ask, after a few moments of silence, watching her eyes fill with mischief again.

"I am going to..." She paused for effect, she knew perfectly well I was right where she wanted me to be, but in a good way. "I'm smothering that wonderful compliment I made about you on this piece of pizza that you neglected, like the compliment itself." She laughed as she quickly picked the piece up and tried to push it into my mouth.

She managed to spread tomato sauce and cold cheese all over my face, but could not open my mouth.

"Oi!" She cried as I lunged for her, pushing myself on top as I wiped the mess she had made, all over her face. "Now I've got to redo my makeup!" She pouted, giggling, as she found some wipes in her bag and removed the pizza and her foundation.

"You don't need it anyway." I said quickly.

"How do you know?" She retorted, then winced, and apologised. "You have never seen me without it!"

"Fair point."

"There." She said shortly, showing me her face once she had finished.

Her skin had patches, patches of lighter and darker, the tone uneven. Her forehead was dotted with some spots, some looked angry and painful, others were simple blackheads. Her eyelashes were short and minimal, a difference to the long effect given by the mascara. Her lips were dark, a deep pink. Her eyes were troubled, she looked at me with worry, anxious I would not like what I saw.

"What is it?"

"This is what nobody sees. I am supposed to be perfect, be flawless. But I am just a teen. I have spots, yeah. I have weight I want to lose, yeah. But I am not allowed this just because I am famous. Just because I am an actress, a singer. I am expected to be beautiful." Her smile dropped, her face filled with sorrow.

"F*ck expectations." I say as I scoop her up into my arms. "And whatever you say, whatever you think, you are wrong. You are beautiful, no matter what you think. So what, you have spots. I do too!" I say, pushing back my fringe to reveal a row of red volcanoes. "So what you are the size you are!" I hold her hips, placing my forehead on hers. "This is you. You are you. You will always be you. Stop listening to everyone else and just be you."

She smiled weakly and kissed me again.