'We come from pretty different worlds, but I won't mind being in your world, right now.' Luke said, staring intently at Cerra.

'Why don't we... Merge our worlds together?' She asked getting lost in his eyes.

'Merge..?' He said as if it were a foreign word. 'I like that.' He grins.

He leaned in for the kiss.

The grand finale kiss, but I couldn't, not now, not like this. Not after what he had done to me.

'Ok. Cut cut.' I screamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Today I woke up more groggy than ever before and it didn't help that I had forgotten to draw the curtains and the late Hollywood's sun was blinding me.

Last night (Friday) was club night and I had gotten extra drunk after I heard the news Director Woodhouse had for me.

I threw my covers away and got up. I needed coffee, aspirin and a hot bath. And to close the goddamn curtains. I staggered to the window and pulled the blinds shut. That was a relief. I was really progressing, considering the skull wrenching headache I was having.

Next up, coffee. I dragged myself into the ensuite bathroom and splashed some water on my face. That woke me up a bit. I went over to my kitchenette and started brewing up the coffee.

I was rinsing my mouth when I heard a knock on the RV door.

'Coming!' I called out.

It was Ava.

'September.' She greeted me. 'Why aren't you ready yet?' She asked.

Now that I had a coffee in hand and had taken two aspirins earlier, I was more awake.., human.

'Ready for what?' I asked.

Just then I noticed that she was dressed in blue crop tops and Jean shorts. Oh. My. God! I had totally forgotten about the compulsory training sessions Dir. Woodhouse made us undertake every Saturday.

'Being on set doesn't mean you can't be in set.' He always said. I wonder how he felt after saying that. To me it felt lame. But I would never admit it to his face, I adored the man alot.

'Because I have a killer headache.' I said, drinking my coffee.

'He won't take lightly to your excuse.' She said.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Thirty minutes later I'm standing on the field in my tracksuit.

'Okay! Let's stop the stretches and go for some real race.' Dir. Woodhouse shouted, blowing into his whistle.

The twelve of us rowed up on the track and waited for the signal.

'Now remember, winner gets a free 'skip practise' tickets.' He reminder before blowing the whistle.

There was no way I could win. Especially with my head ache. But do you know who did? Arain Maelor. He zoomed past us and reached the finish line without so much as an efforts.

Lucky!

'If you all tried harder I'm sure Arain won't be scoring the tickets all weekends' Director complained.

'It's just too easy.' He boasted.

*

I was glad practice was over. Not that I'm not a sports person, but, after six glasses of vodka I'm sure even the person who invented exercise won't be too. After showering, I whipped up breakfast of pancakes and syrup with another cup of coffee.

*

Practice started by 1pm every Saturday and the set itself wasn't that far from the park. So, I grabbed my phone, a water bottle, some protein bars and my script and shoved it into a duffle bag. I grabbed my sunglasses and exited the RV.

As I walked towards the set, Ava joined me

'So,' She started. 'Have anything planned for next week?'

Oh I have a lot planned for next week. A lot I'm not looking forward to.

*

I remembered how it all started. When I had gotten the email informing me that I had been given a role to be the FMC* in Hfhb. It also said I should come to set to meet Dir.Woodhouse ro discuss if I was interested.

Honestly, when I had graduated, I was looking to be in action movies, not romance. But Austin convinced me to use this as a medium to be all-rounded. So I took the role.

That same day, other actors where on set, auditioning for separate roles.

He was in a meeting when I arrived so we were asked to wait. I happened to be thirsty and waltz over to the snacks table to find some refreshments and that's when I bumped into him, a can of spicy pop in hand.

'Can't you watch it.' He spat, looking disgusted at his soiled clothes.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't...'

'You should be!' He cut me short.

'Excuse me?' I asked.

And looking up, I saw him. The man I hated the most.

'I said you should be.' He repeated.

'Look here mister, it takes two to tango, okay.' I crossed my hand and cocked my hips.

'What?' He looked at me like I spoke in Latin.

'We bumped into each other, so if I'm saying sorry, you are too.' I explained.

'You're crazy. You just ruined my shirt and now you're telling me to say sorry?' He scoffed.

I was about to reply when Dir.Woodhouse interrupted us.

'Heh-eh! I see you two have met each other. The main characters.'

'WHAT?!?' We exclaimed in unison.

'September Avries and Arain Maelor, two lovers separated by destiny.'

'Oh, no-no. I'm not working with this playboy. He's a walking sex-disease.' I disagreed.

It was more than that, but I'm not about to say that now.

'And she's crazy, so no.' He supported.

'Come'n, I'm not asking you two to get married. It's just a movie.' Woodhouse urged. 'You guys will be great together I knew it as soon as I saw your qualification.'

'You don't understand, I can't work with this guy if he was an NPC, let alone the male lead.' I tried to explain.

'Same here.' Arain countered.

'We can make this work. It'll be my greatest achievement before retirement.' He said dreamily.

And do that was that, and now I was the destined soul mate of my worst nightmare.