“Wait. Wait. Wait,” Anne said nervously; they couldn’t seriously expect her to…
Jackson looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t kiss you!”
“Why not? Surely there isn’t a jealous boyfriend waiting to burst through the door?”
“No. I FINALLY got rid of him. It’s just…”
“Just what?” He leaned in close and when her eyes were focused on his, he leaned in even closer and kissed her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Anne was in her dorm. She was still thinking about Jackson’s kiss when she really should’ve been studying.
“Focus Anne. Focus!” she told herself aloud as she picked up her psychology textbook. “Pass the test, THEN you can obsess over the kiss.”
“What kiss?” her roommate Amelia asked, coming through the door.
“Nothing. No kiss,” Anne answered a little too quickly.
“Spill is Miss Anne. You look WAY too guilty for there to have been no kiss.”
‘Fine. You remember that screen test thing I was supposed to do?”
“Yes. Wasn’t it today?”
“It was. Guess who the male lead is?”
Amelia settled on the couch. “Ashton Kutcher?”
“Ew. Gross. No."
“I still don’t see how you don’t think the man’s gorgeous.”
“He’s no. guess again.”
“Michael Buble?”
“He’s a singer Lia, not an actor.”
“Oh just tell me.”
“Jackson. Jackson Rathbone. And guess which scene happened to be my screen test?”
Amelia didn’t hear anything beyond Jackson’s name. She was screaming too loudly.
“AMELIA NICHOLE!!” Anne shouted; her roommate’s middle name was the only way to get her attention at times. This was one of those times.
“Sorry. What?”
“You were guessing which scene was my screen test.”
“Right. Um…the kissing scene?”
“Correct. How could they expect me to kiss someone I’d known all of fifteen minutes?”
“That’s probably why they call it a ‘test’,” Amelia laughed.
“Oh can it,” Anne threw a pillow at her friend. “I need to study.”
“When will you know?”
“Know what?”
“If you get the part.”
“Oh. They said they’d call me in a few days to let me know.”
“Whelp, I’m gonna get ready. Sammie and I are going to dinner, then I shall come back and Skype with my man. You have fun studying.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the last week Anne had done many things. She’d auditioned for a movie, something she NEVER ever in her life thought she’d do, aced a psychology test and begun teaching a drama class for five and six year olds, their first play was going to be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. AND she had kissed Jackson Rathbone. The last thing was her favorite thing of the past week.
She’d just gotten back from a shower and was planning on curling up on the couch to watch the last few episodes of Supernatural that she’d missed when there was a knock at the door.
“Lia, if you forgot your keys again, I’m gonna lock you out until I leave later,” Anne called out as she went to the door.
Lia, I told you to…” the door was fully open now. “Oh! You’re not Lia. What are you doing here?”
She noticed a few girls starting toward the man at her door. “You’d better come inside before they pounce,” Anne told Jackson, nodding down the hall.
She backed up and held the door for him. “Excuse the mess,” she said. “My roommate is supposed to clean this week and had been doing a good job of avoiding it as you can see.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her. “I live in a house with three other guys. Believe me, this,” he swung his arm around the room. “Is not messy.”
Anne moved the blanket from the couch and invited him to sit. “So,” she began. “Why are you here?”
Grimacing, Anne added, “That sounded rude. I’m sorry."
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” he repeated. “I’m here because I thought it’d be a good idea to get to know you better.”
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” Anne blurted without thinking.
“Since we’re going to be working together soon, I figured we should know each other a bit more than we do.”
“We’re going to be working together?!”
“Yup. I’m also here to tell you that you got the part.”
‘Seriously?! I did?!”
Jackson smiled and nodded. Anne squealed and hugged him.
“So I take it you’re excited?” he said, returning the hug.
Anne sat back, blushing. “Well duh!”
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” Anne said nervously; they couldn’t seriously expect her to…
Jackson looked puzzled. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I can’t kiss you!”
“Why not? Surely there isn’t a jealous boyfriend waiting to burst through the door?”
“No. I FINALLY got rid of him. It’s just…”
“Just what?” He leaned in close and when her eyes were focused on his, he leaned in even closer and kissed her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Anne was in her dorm. She was still thinking about Jackson’s kiss when she really should’ve been studying.
“Focus Anne. Focus!” she told herself aloud as she picked up her psychology textbook. “Pass the test, THEN you can obsess over the kiss.”
“What kiss?” her roommate Amelia asked, coming through the door.
“Nothing. No kiss,” Anne answered a little too quickly.
“Spill is Miss Anne. You look WAY too guilty for there to have been no kiss.”
‘Fine. You remember that screen test thing I was supposed to do?”
“Yes. Wasn’t it today?”
“It was. Guess who the male lead is?”
Amelia settled on the couch. “Ashton Kutcher?”
“Ew. Gross. No.’
“I still don’t see how you don’t think the man’s gorgeous.”
“He’s no. guess again.”
“Michael Buble?”
“He’s a singer Lia, not an actor.”
“Oh just tell me.”
“Jackson. Jackson Rathbone. And guess which scene happened to be my screen test?”
Amelia didn’t hear anything beyond Jackson’s name. She was screaming too loudly.
“AMELIA NICHOLE!!” Anne shouted; her roommate’s middle name was the only way to get her attention at times. This was one of those times.
“Sorry. What?”
“You were guessing which scene was my screen test.”
“Right. Um…the kissing scene?”
“Correct. How could they expect me to kiss someone I’d known all of fifteen minutes?”
“That’s probably why they call it a ‘test’,” Amelia laughed.
“Oh can it,” Anne threw a pillow at her friend. “I need to study.”
“When will you know?”
“Know what?”
“If you get the part.”
“Oh. They said they’d call me in a few days to let me know.”
“Whelp, I’m gonna get ready. Sammie and I are going to dinner, then I shall come back and Skype with my man. You have fun studying.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In the last week Anne had done many things. She’d auditioned for a movie, something she NEVER ever in her life thought she’d do, aced a psychology test and begun teaching a drama class for five and six year olds, their first play was going to be Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. AND she had kissed Jackson Rathbone. The last thing was her favorite thing of the past week.
She’d just gotten back from a shower and was planning on curling up on the couch to watch the last few episodes of Supernatural that she’d missed when there was a knock at the door.
“Lia, if you forgot your keys again, I’m gonna lock you out until I leave later,” Anne called out as she went to the door.
Lia, I told you to…” the door was fully open now. “Oh! You’re not Lia. What are you doing here?”
She noticed a few girls starting toward the man at her door. “You’d better come inside before they pounce,” Anne told Jackson, nodding down the hall.
She backed up and held the door for him. “Excuse the mess,” she said. “My roommate is supposed to clean this week and had been doing a good job of avoiding it as you can see.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” he told her. “I live in a house with three other guys. Believe me, this,” he swung his arm around the room. “Is not messy.”
Anne moved the blanket from the couch and invited him to sit. “So,” she began. “Why are you here?”
Grimacing, Anne added, “That sounded rude. I’m sorry.’
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it,” he repeated. “I’m here because I thought it’d be a good idea to get to know you better.”
“Why on earth would you want to do that?” Anne blurted without thinking.
“Since we’re going to be working together soon, I figured we should know each other a bit more than we do.”
“We’re going to be working together?!”
“Yup. I’m also here to tell you that you got the part.”
‘Seriously?! I did?!”
Jackson smiled and nodded. Anne squealed and hugged him.
“So I take it you’re excited?” he said, returning the hug.
Anne sat back, blushing. “Well duh!”
