The morning after was always going to be awkward but having JC dead to the world was somewhat of a relief. If he'd been awake who knew what kind of conversation they would have had to endure.
When Alanna had awoken that morning she was in a similar position to last night. JC still clutched her hand and she had curled up close to him. It was almost too perfect but then she broke out of her dreamlike state and reality hit. With reality everything came flooding back and she was left with a heavy heart once again.
She had pried JC's fingers away from her own and escaped the room. Returning to her own room it had been a rush to get ready in time to depart for the video set. Today's scenes would be of her in an apartment with her "boyfriend" who she had yet to meet. With everything that had happened she hadn't had time to get nervous about it. Hopefully she wouldn't get tongue-tied. Acting had never been her strongest point.
~*~
When she got to the set she was introduced to Dylan Thomas, her "boyfriend" for the 2-day shoot. He was easy to get on with and immediately put Alanna at ease by drawing her into a conversation while they were in make-up. He was around 6ft and with a muscular build. His dark hair made his green eyes stand out. He explained how he'd moved to LA with his girlfriend a year ago from a small town in Texas. Alanna loved the way he talked about his girlfriend non-stop. It was obvious she was the love of his life.
Lance was busy talking to the director but he had been reassuring her all morning. When she had been in the recording studio he'd done the same, helping her through what was unknown territory to her.
Alanna and Dylan were sitting close together on a couch waiting to continue shooting a scene when Dylan spoke up. "Is that your boyfriend over there? He doesn't look too happy with me."
Alanna turned in the direction he was looking with a confused expression. JC stood in the back of the room with his arms crossed over his chest. Dylan was right, he didn't look happy. "No he isn't my boyfriend," she told him.
"Well he looks jealous to me."
Alanna tore her gaze away from JC and looked back at Dylan. "I don't know what he feels anymore," she said.
Dylan looked at her questionably but the director chose that moment to interrupt. "Okay we're ready," he called.
~*~
Alanna stood up from the sofa and was wrapped in a robe. Away from the hot lights it was chilly in the studio.
Alanna saw JC still standing with a hard look on his face. Sighing in exasperation she walked over towards him. "What are you doing here JC?" she asked impatiently.
JC grabbed her arm and pulled her into a nearby room, slamming the door closed behind them. "Damn it JC, that hurts!"
He let go of her arm. "What was that all about?"
"What are you TALKING about JC?"
"That little performance out there. You were all over him."
Alanna shook her head in disgust and turned to leave the room but JC blocked the door before she could reach it.
"JC move," she said calmly.
"Not until you explain why you were acting like a slut out there."
As soon as the words left his mouth Alanna brought her hand up and slapped him forcefully across the face. JC's head swung to the side from the impact. "Don't you EVER talk about me in that way again," she shouted.
JC touched his stinging cheek. "Why did you behave that way in front of me?"
"What way?" she cried, raising her arms up in question.
"You let him touch you and you didn't even try and stop him."
"JC we were ACTING! Remember that's the whole reason why we're here, to make my video. You still haven't told me why YOU'RE here though."
"I came here to support you on your first video shoot. I didn't expect to find some guy groping you and in front of me at that!"
"JC why does it matter if you were there to see it? It was far from groping and anyway you've already proved you don't give a damn about me. Why the sudden change of heart now?" she asked. "Is it just you can't stand to see me with someone else? YOU don't want me but that doesn't mean that I should be with anyone else right?" she said beginning to get extremely angry. "I'll just be single for the rest of my life, wallowing in the fact that I was a one night stand to you, that you didn't give a SHIT about me. I'll be a little old lady sitting in my rocking chair thinking about how my life could have been different if I'd never met YOU. Yeah and you can go fuck every female you want and screw up THEIR lives TOO. 'Cause let's face it JC, you really know how to do THAT! You should win an award for it. Forget about any awards for Best Song or Best Group. You'll win every time in the BASTARD OF THE YEAR AWARDS! We could even have lots of different categories. Let's see...Best exit after a sex session...the winner is...JC CHASEZ. Best act to get a girl into bed...ooh he's doing well tonight...put your hands together for JC CHASEZ! Best..."
JC grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her forward placing his lips forcefully over hers, silencing her at once. She stood in shock as JC moved his lips over hers. After a few seconds she responded gently and JC eased the pressure trying to enjoy the experience. It had been so long since they'd shared the many kisses on that night. Suddenly JC wondered how he could have been so stupid in letting her go. The amount of kisses they could have shared...and more. Not just sex but time with her, really getting to know her better. Maybe that's the way they should have gone about it in the first place.
Alanna suddenly seemed to have a reality check and found herself pushing away from JC. Both of them stood staring at each other, lips swollen and both breathing heavily.
Alanna took a deep breath. "Don't you ever touch me again," she whispered.
Before JC could respond a knock sounded on the door. "Alanna we need you back out here," someone called.
"I'm coming," she shouted back.
Alanna pushed past JC to the door and opened it. Before she left she turned back to him. "Oh and just for your information, you know to put your mind at ease, Dylan has a girlfriend. A girlfriend he hasn't stopped talking about all day. Now THAT'S a real guy," she said before walking out and slamming the door.
With the echo of the door sounding in the room he slid down the wall to the floor and sat with his head in his hands. "God when is this going to end?"
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