I was practically running to the set the next day. Slow down Timberlake, I told myself. She doesn't even want to see you. But I couldn't wait to see her even though she's totally rude. I opened the door to set 14 and saw a girl with shoulder length honey brown hair. When she turned around, she was drop dead gorgeous and Stacey? No more black hair. She was wearing a form fitting red top and tight black pants. The shirt ended a couple of inches above her belly button showing a small gold hoop with a diamond in it.
"Do you like what you see? Earth to peroxide boy! I know I'm gorgeous but control your raging hormones." Stacey said in a (I guess)joking way. Peroxide boy. I get that a lot. That's partly why I stopped dying my hair. That and I don't want to be bald.
"Yes I like what I see and I'll try to control my hormones." I said expecting her to yell at me or flip me off but she just smiled and sauntered toward the makeup department. I stood there in shock until the wardrobe lady came to get me. Where were the sarcastic remarks? The intense hatred toward me? Could it be, I mean dare I hope, Stacey's opening up toward me? Suddenly, I saw Stacey run past me toward the bathroom. I ran to catch up with her.
"What do you want? Go away peroxide boy." Stacey said snidely. She tried to shut the door but I pushed it open, slipped in, and shut it behind me.
"Stacey, if something is wrong, you can tell me. I'll listen and be here for you." I said softly. Then I heard pounding on the door.
"Get out here now, you two. They're ready to start shooting." I heard Judy yell. When Stacey needs somebody most, we have to go shoot some dumb scene. I looked over at Stacey. She looked vulnerable.
"We'll talk later ok? I promise." I said, looking into her beautiful eyes. I saw shock and sadness in their depths. A lone tear slipped down her cheek. She brushed it away, composed herself, shoved me out of the way, and stormed down the hall to the set. I slowly followed her. There had to be some way I could help her. But how can I help her if she doesn't want me to?
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