Snap Shots Series: Picture Perfect

Seven:


Willa quickly pulled on her shirt before she got up then excused herself from the set. She grabbed up a sweatshirt that someone had left hanging over a chair on her way out. She threw a nasty look in the direction of the other guys, who were all still laughing. It shut them up a little, but she wondered if it would really do any good since she figured whenever Lance came back the guys were going to make fun of him again, since that's what guys do in situations like that.

She didn't know what she was going to say or even really why she was trying to follow him, but she felt like she needed to say something if they were going to get through the rest of the shoot without another incident. She wanted him to know that she was on his side and that whatever the guys said shouldn't effect the fact that they had a shoot to get through.

When she got outside she looked around for a minute, thinking that he might be pacing, since she was prone to do that often when she was upset. She didn't see him so she thought he might be in his trailer. It would be ridiculous to have him be anywhere else since one of the bodyguards would have followed him if he'd gone anywhere else.

She found the right one and walked up slowly to the door. Sure enough one of the security guards was sitting outside. He seemed to just wave her on through as if he expected someone to come after Lance.

She expected Lance to still be pissed off. She expected him to be cursing at himself or someone else, but he wasn't. She actually was surprised to see him through the window, lying on his stomach, looking as if he was already well into an afternoon nap.

She knocked softly and watched him turn over and look at her through the glass. His eyes were tired looking and he was still angry, and although he didn't seem to be too thrilled to see her he waved her in.

"Can I come in?" she asked cracking the door a little.

When he nodded again that it was ok for her to come in, she entered the tiny ten by ten room and immediately took a seat in a chair next to the bed he was laying on.

"What do you want?" he asked. He lay flat on his back and stared at the ceiling.

"I want to know why you hate me so much," she said plainly.

He studied her face then sat up and rubbed the back of his neck before he got to his feet and went to get a drink out of the tiny refrigerator.

"Want one?" he asked holding out a bottled water.

"Thanks," she said and took the one he held out to her while he reached for another. He moved slowly across the room again and took a seat across from her on the bed.

"So are you going to tell me?" she asked.

"I don't hate you," he said twisting open the bottled water he threw the cap across the room and watched it hit the wall and fall into the sink. "Actually I think I like you too much," he said and took a quick drink, as if having something in his mouth would get him out of saying anything more. He didn't look at her as he held the water in his mouth for an extremely long time.

"You sure don't act like it," she said with a frown. She opened her bottle and took a drink.

Lance reached over and grabbed the top out of her hand and threw it over into the sink, like he had with his own top. It bounced differently, but landed in the sink just the same. "I'm sorry for running out of there before," he said not looking at her still.

"What was that whole drama scene about?" she asked, "If I didn't know better I would have to think that you just threw a model tantrum."

Lance laughed.

"Finally," she said with a sigh. "Considering that you're in a bubble gum pop sort of band, you sure act way too serious than most of the other teeny-boppers."

"I'm not a teeny-bopper," he said firmly.

"Give me a break Lance," she said, "I wasn't making fun of you. I was trying to get a reaction out of you, something that I'm finding is hard to do."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"You're way too uptight about certain things and I think it needs to stop if you and I are going to get the rest of this damn video done!" she said.

"It was dumb of me to run out," he said softly. He reached with his free hand to smack himself lightly on the forehead as if he was trying to smack some sense into himself.

"Dumb wasn't the word I was thinking of, but yeah it was kind of stupid considering how much money is being spent on this shoot."

"Why'd they pick me to do the love scenes?" he asked, "The other guys are so much better at this acting stuff."

"Lance, you really weren't paying attention in that meeting were you," she said with a laugh.

"Huh?"

"I was the one who requested to have you be in the love scenes with me," she said with a smile on her face.

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"You did what?" That wasn't the comment he was expecting at all.

"I had my pick and I picked you," she said, "And well everyone thought that you needed a little help in the lovin' department since…"

"They said what?" he asked. He still couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was sitting there looking at him as if he was a charity case or something.

"Everyone has said that…"

"Look I don't want to hear about how everyone thinks that I need a date." He snapped at her. He didn't mean to, but with the lack of sleep and the strange circumstances of the day he needed to get out of this conversation before it really got ugly.

"Hey!" she said. She stood up. "I hate to tell you this, but it wasn't my fault that they were making fun of you! And if you're gonna be an asshole like this then go to hell. I'll skip out on this video in a minute if you don't stop acting like this!"

Lance stared at her. He hadn't expected that either. She was standing there yelling at him, talking to him like no one had talked to him in a long time. The problem was that he thought she looked sexy as hell doing it when he knew he should be mad at her for getting him into this mess.

"And if you think that this is a model tantrum then go screw yourself. You've made my life nothing but hell since I got he-"

Doing the only thing he knew how to do to shut her up. He got to his feet and pulled her into a hug, kissing her to shut her up. He thought that she wouldn't react the way that she did and he found himself, a moment later with a smack across his face.

"You hit me!" He grabbed her hands and held them tightly so that she couldn't take another swing at him. He was shocked to feel the tingling on his cheek. He'd never been smacked like that before and didn't want it to become a habit.

"Don't do that!" she said angrily and twisted out of his grasp.

"I…I…," he stopped and stared at her.

"I thought you were the southern gentleman of the group. That’s the only reason I agreed to do this…I thought that I'd get a little respect from you all, but it seems like the only thing I'm getting from you is harassment!"

She stormed out of the trailer and he knew that he'd done it now. If he didn't go out there after her she was going to leave the set and screw up the entire video shoot as well as walk out of his life, which he didn't want.

Pushing out the door he followed her into the alleyway and grabbed her arm. "Where are you going?"

"To quit, where do you think I'm going?"

"Look, you can't do that," he said quickly.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it'll screw up everything. There is a lot riding on this video and if you leave it'll screw things up."

"I don't care," she said, "I can't work with you."

"Come on, there are like only two more scenes left then you'll never have to see me again, if that's what you want," he said.

She glared at him, took a breath. "Don't speak to me once more or I'm out of here."

Lance nodded and looked over to see some of the crew watching them. "Truce for now?" he asked.

She nodded. "This is far from over Lance, but if we don't get this shoot done everyone is going to kill us."

Lance nodded again and held out an arm for her to go into the building. When they returned to the set everyone was watching them. He wondered if everyone had heard them yelling at each other.

"Make up!" Wayne called out and a woman came over and applied some make up onto Lance's reddened cheek. The woman stared at him for a moment and he tried to ignore the look she was giving him. He wondered if there were marks across his cheek where he'd been smacked. He hoped that he could get through the next few hours and then get whatever needed to be settled, settled between Willa and him.


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