Hollywood

Samantha woke to the bright sun shining in her window. She didn't have anywhere important to be until later on that day. It was only 8 AM. She rolled out of bed making sure that her agent wasn't snooping around. All movement stopped when she heard movement in the room next door. Either Chance was waking up or was just rolling over. When the movement ceased she skipped over to the bathroom. She ran her hand through her brown hair and got into the steaming hot shower. The steamed fogged up the glass and made the bathroom stuffy.

She stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. She slid her hand across the mirror to reveal the reflection of herself. She smiled and did the rest of her essentials. After that she exited the bathroom and skipped to her closet. She was happy. She wasn't in a rush to go anywhere and she wouldn't have to talk to Chase. Although she wanted to she had to pretend she didn't. Her walk in closet contained nothing that appealed to her. She ran her fingers over the different shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, and jackets. She couldn't find anything to match her mood. She finally found something to throw on and she left her bedroom. She couldn't hear Chance in the other room, but she wasn't worried.

She combed her fingers through her hair and she was caught in a trance. The smell of breakfast was delightful. She followed the smell and saw her chefs making a giant breakfast. The people in the house were the only ones that knew the true relationship between the two superstars. She was handed a plate and just stared at the perfect waffles. She put one in her mouth and moaned in ecstasy. It was delectable. "Chance! I am about to eat all the food!" she yelled taking a seat on the kitchen counter.

Chance woke up bright and early, per usual. He showered and dressed, a simple plain tee and jeans that he found laying around. He didn't 'dress up' until it was time to go out. For now, he wanted to be himself.

He heard Samatha moving about in the next room as he was reading his book. 'The Princess of Mars' by Egdar Rice Burroughs. John Carter as it was more commonly know. He adored classic fiction. He'd finished Sherlock Homles weeks ago now he was on to others. He actively ignored her as flipped another page.
He was supposed to be madly in love with her but frankly the girl got on his very nerves. How he got dragged into this fake relationship was beyond him. Somehow his agent/manager convinced him it was a good idea. It was a difficult feat but the man could sell steak to a vegan.

"Chance! I am about to eat all the food!" She called from downstairs and Chance had a half a mind to scream 'Then just do it.' but he didn't. He wasn't heartless. Sure, she was annoying as hell but she meant well. He closed his book and rose from his chair. He walked door the stairs and made his way toward the kitchen. He found her already horking down a plate of Waffles. He didn't say a word. He just grabbed a plate and commenced to filling it with food.

'Good Morning to you too, you heartless creature' Samantha thought as he walked into the kitchen in silence. She stopped looking at him and looked back down at her plate of waffle. She ate one more and then grabbed a cup of coffee. He was annoyed with her already and it was only the morning. Record timing. At least they didn't have to go out together just yet. Being indoors was easier for the both of them. She sipped her coffee and exited the kitchen. She walked down the hall to the living room. It was giant. There was a 70" plasma screen TV plastered on one wall and a bookshelf that covered up another wall. There was decorative couches and pillows. But she wasn't going to be in the living room.

Walking across the carpeted floor she opened the side screen door. She shut the screen behind her and saw down on one of the outdoor chairs. She rested her coffee cup on one the coasters. She had a book here already waiting for her to finish. It was 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee. This was the third time that she has read it, but she loved it. It wasn't as good as Of Mice of Men and it told Twilight to take a hike. Samantha leaned back ever so slightly so that she was comfortable in the chair. Just as she opened the book her phone rang. The ringtone pointed out that it was her agent. The last person she wanted to talk to.

Regrettably, Samantha closed the book and picked up the phone. 'Time to be the perfect girlfriend'

"Good Morning Debra," Samantha chimed.
"Hello Sam, how are you and Chance doing?" Debra asked.
'Terrible' "Great. We are eating breakfast," she answered honestly. Lying wasn't her best suite.
"That's great! Well I hope you don't mind me crashing the couple breakfast, but I need to talk to you," Debra asked. In the background she could hear Debra moving about and getting into a vehicle.
"No. It's fine. Come on over," Samantha said. They said their goodbyes and Samantha hung up. Letting out a sigh she walked back into the house. She did not want to talk to Debra. It wasn't ever really a talk. She just kept bombarding her with questions about how she felt about Chance and their relationship and what not. Only in the end does she mention Samantha's job.

She walked through the living room and past the kitchen. "Debra is coming," she said still walking towards her room. She going to fix her hair. Debra seemed to have a habit of doing it herself, but she knows how Debra likes it. Push back and up. Standing in the bathroom mirror she started adjusting her hair. She let out a sigh. "It is too early to play pretend."

Chance had just finished his meal when Samatha passed by. ”Debra is coming.” She said and Chance wanted to curl up and die. Why so early? He was a great actor, otherwise this little escapade wouldn't have been the success it was, but even he had his limits. Chance rinsed off his plate and made his way quickly to his room. He found a nice three piece outfit and tried to look as if this wasn't a major drag.

Samantha fixed her hair, but it was a disaster and she it looked terrible. She let out a frustrating squeal and took of the pins. Her hair fell on down past her face. She brushed it out and she felt ten times better. 'Debra would just have to deal' she thought exiting her room. Chance was in his room which meant he got Samantha's message. The doorbell rang and Samantha ran her fingers through her hair. "Scene," she mumbled to herself. She walked down the steps and opened up the front door. There was a smile plastered on Sam's face and Debra walked it. "Hey Debra," she said while shutting the front door.

"Hey Sam. Thanks for letting me come over," Debra said walking to the living. Debra knew the house inside in out. She was here all the time and it was annoying.
"No problem. What did you want to talk about?" Samantha said while sitting on the couch. Debra got comfortable on the lazy boy chair. She was searching for Chance, but he was going to avoid Debra as much as possible. It was a smart thing to do.
"It's about your next movie. They want you to be the lead and they want Chance to be the love interest," Debra said. Samantha wanted to die. There was no way that she would be able to pull that off with him.

Silence overwhelmed them for a moment. "Well?" Debra asked. Samantha didn't know what to say. She was filled with different emotions that couldn't be expressed all at once. "Have you talked to Chance's agent?" Samantha asked hoping that this wouldn't happen. Debra shook her head. "That's why I am here. I want to talk to Chance and then he would bring it up to his agent," Debra said in all honesty. Samantha gave a half smile and stood up. "I will get him."

Samantha walked to the steps and stood at the bottom. Clearing her throat she called up to him. "Sweetheart," she started. The word tasted bitter whenever she was talking about Chance. "Debra wants to talk to you," she chimed.

"Sweetheart." Samantha called and Chance wanted to bang his head against the wall. 'Over actress' He thought as he decended the stair case. "Debra wants to talk to you." She said and Chance sighed. He slapped on his boyfriend face which wasn't much different from his real one except softer, more inviting.

He didn't try to play up the whole luvvy duvvy thing. He just went naturally. "Alright." He said softly and decended the stairs the rest of the way. He gestured for her to enter the room, his hand hovering at the small of her back with a easy but small smirk on his face as they walked into the room. "Good Morning, Debra." He said, reaching down to give her an air kiss on the cheek. He took a seat and cross his ankle over his knee, resting his arm on the back of the couch, almost inviting Samantha to sit beside him. He was a natural at this, sometimes it scared him. "So, What did you want to talk to me about?"

Samantha followed Chance back into the living room. He was great at this. Everything they seem to be doing looked real and sometimes even fooled Samantha, but now she knows better. His acting skills helps this lie stay alive. She sat next to Chance on the couch. Not to close, but not to far. It was a comfortable distance that still kept up the dating image. Hopefully Debra will try and reconsider someone else for the part.

Debra smiled as she watched the couple before her get settled. Her head was tilted toward Chance since the question was directed at him. "Well, I wanted to put you and Sam in a movie together. You would both be leads which means you will be each other's love interest," she said excited for the movie. "I don't have full details, but I wanted to know if you were interested," she said looking at the both of them for confirmation.

Samantha leaned back against the couch and liked at Chance for an answer. Knowing Debra, Samantha was going to be in theovie with or without Chance. I guess she was just trying to broadcast the relationship. Debra was truly sweet and never did the annoying things that she does on purpose, but these were one of those times. If Samantha could just tell Debra how they really felt than this would be a lot easier.

Chance listened carefully. 'Great... a movie.' he thought as he nodded as she spoke. "I'll bring it up with my agent. Barry would probably lose his mind because he hadn't thought of it first." He said with a brief chuckle. "I'll see what he says."He said. It wasn't a yes and it wasn't a no. It was the strange place in between where the other person would have to assume what the answer was.
He smiled at Samantha. "What do you think, Sam?" He asked her, practically urging her to say something along the lines of no, with his eyes.
(Gah! So short ._.)

Samantha knew Debra hated maybes, but that was exactly what Chase was feeding her. It made Samantha want to laugh. He was dodging as many bullets as he could and was doing a fantastic job in doing so. But now he was looking to her for an answer. By the look on his face the answer was suppose to be a no. Debra turned to her as well. 'Great..'

"I don't know Debra. We both have a lot on our plate already and don't have enough time to do a movie," she said letting Debra down easy. It was a clear no. Debra looked sad, but she perked right back up.

"That is alright. Guess I will see you at the studio later then?" Debra directed at Samantha. She was getting herself situated so that she could leave. Debra nodded toward Chance as a goodbye and started to walk toward the front door. Samantha got up and followed her. "Yes you will. Bye Debra," Samantha said shutting the door behind her.

When the door was shut Samantha felt relief. No couple movie.

Chance sighed. "What the hell was that?" He huffed. "I don't understand where that came from." He said really thinking to him self then anything. He should have said yes, they didn't have anything going on right now and the point of the damned relationship was to put the spot light on them, so when they did do a movie they'd bring in more money. Both of them in a movie together would bring in alot of money. Angelina and Brad did for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, "Dammit." He sighed. "Samantha, We need to do that movie."

Samantha thought she heard him incorrectly. After the lie she had to tell Debra because the look on his face made it clear that he didn't want to do it she was silently hoping that she heard him wrong. She turned away from the door and walked into the living room. Samanta studied his face and saw that he was serious. "Fine. I will let her know when I get to the studio," she said running her hands through her hair. "Why didn't you say yes when she asked?" she asked rhetorically while walking out of the living room. She was headed back out to the balcony to finish To Kill A Mockingbird. This movie was going to be good for them, but she would rather crawl in a hole and die.