Even though I'm miles away from where it happened, and I'm all alone (not counting Tink), I can still feel the warmth of his hands on mine. It's comforting, really. They were soft, yet callused at the same time. They were big compaired to mine. His hands just felt nice. It's like they fit perfectly with mine. I'm sure that's what every fangirl thinks though. Either way, his touch left me smiling all afternoon. Now, I sit reading my script, but I can't stop thinking about it.

After reading through the first scene, which pretty much is the cliché introduction of Alex, I set the script down and pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. I have too much on my mind to focus.

Ice cream will fix it.

I roll off the couch and walk into my kitchen, Tink trailing behind me, the pitter patter of her paws tapping on the wooden floor.

I open the freezer and pull out a tub of (your favorite icecream flavor), scooping some into a bowl before retreating back to my living room.

I pick up my t.v. remote with my bowl free hand and turn the t.v. on, seeing American Horror Story is on. Fuck yeah.

I get so emerged into the show, I don't realise my icecream is melted until the episode is over.

"Awe!" I grunt aloud, staring at the liquid in the bowl.

Icecream is still icecream no matter the form. I run into the kitchen and grab a straw, drinking the contents of icecream before placing my bowl in my sink.

I unplug my phone from my charger and unlock it.

Twitter: Congradulations! You've reached 5k followers!

What?!

I scroll down my notifications, seeing what hit the increase. I didn't make an announcement about Shy yet, not like anyone would care though if I did, so it must be something else.

There it is...

@jaredleto, @zacefron, and 32 others followed you!

@jaredleto mentioned you in a comment! @jaredleto: So excited to be able to work with the talented @Y/T/N! ❤

@shailenewoodley: Sneak peek! 👀🙌 @jaredleto @y/t/n @zacefron @katewinslet @colesprouse

Attatched to Shailene's tweet is a picture of everyone around the table when we were doing improve. More specifically, when Jared was was doing his part and holding my hands. I didn't even notice she took a picture!

I smile at my screen, saving the picture to my camera role. I risk harassment and scroll through the replies.

@shaisbae: OMG!!!!

@thefaultinouremotionalpain: So excited! ❤❤❤ Can't wait to see it!

@letolovers: Who's the girl Jared's holding hands with? She's the only one I don't recognize.

@jwhiz: Awe! Jared and Y/N look so cute! Already shipping it!

@stillnotoverHSM: @Y/T/N Jared is mine! Back off 👿👿👿

Bitch please.

Enough humoring myself.

At least most of the response is positive. My phone continuously buzzes in my hand from all the new followers and comments. I suppose it would be a good idea to shut my phone off and turn in for tonight.

***

"Tink!" I groan, snapping from my sleep. On my stomach sits Tink, kneeding at my chest. "I know I have rolls, but you aren't making bread!" I push her off me, and she lands on the floor, hisses, then runs away.

I roll over and grab my phone, wanting to check the time, but I never turned it back on last night.

I feel a sensation like I just got slapped in the face. Throwing myself out of bed, I dash out of my bedroom, seeing the rest of the house is brightly filled with sunshine.

"No! No! No! No!" I panic, running over to my microwave.

The clock reads 12:16.

"Fuck!" I scream outloud.

My phone was off, so my alarm didn't wake me up! I'm two hours late!

I'm not missing a day of work.

***

(Jared's POV)

The seat next to me is empty. It's been empty for about two hours now. While Max is talking about when and where we'll start shooting in two months, I take the opportunity to sneak my phone out and text Y/N.

Jared: Hey, you okay? Everyone's kind of worried about you.

Delivered

Truth is, by the looks of it anyway, I'm the only one worried, but I don't wanna freak her out. She has a hard enough time talking to me as it is. I'm kind of hoping it's just because she's shy. It's amazing how well she fits the role of Alex. It's the perfect part for her.

The door bursts open, causing everyone to jump.

"I'm.... so... sorry!" Y/N pants in between deep breaths.

"Look who finally showed up," Max stands up, "Let's talk in the hallway, Y/N."

Before they exit the room, Y/N sends me a nervous glance.

"She's in the shit for sure." Kate mutters, "It's ashame, I liked her."

"She's so fired." Zac sighs, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Guys, come on," I step in, "She's our cast mate, and the lead role. She's not getting fired." I sit back in my chair.

Max re-enters the room, but not Y/N.

He takes a seat at the head of the table, "To what I was saying-"

"Where's Y/N?" I cut him off.

He raises his eyebrows at me, an annoyed look on his face, "We had to let her go. She wasn't taking this serious enough, and we can't afford that."

"She was late once!" I protest, raising my voice.

"And yesterday she was half drunk. She was great for the role, but maybe a little too relatable."

"Don't you want too relatable? Movies need relatable characters! I bet you don't even know why she was late? You didn't even bother asking, did you?" He stays quiet, "Excatly. Max, with all due respect, this was a foolish decision on your account because without Y/N, I'm afraid I can't put 100% effort in my part." I stand up and grab my jacket, slinging it over my arm.

"Jared, wait-" He sighs, "If she hasn't left yet, tell her she has one more chance." He gives up.

"Yes!" I hear Shailene whisper.

I drop my bag and race out the door. I burst through the studio doors and into the parking lot, scanning it. I spot Y/N sitting in her car, smoking a cigarette.

I walk over to her car and tap on her window. She jumps at the sudden noise and quickly wipes tears off her cheeks before rolling her window down, "H-hey." She croaks, taking another drag of her cigarette. More tears fall from her eyes, and I feel sorrow building up in my chest, "I'm sorry." She says, trying frantically to clean herself up.

"Hey, please don't cry." I reach through the window and stroke her cheek gently, hoping it'll calm her down. She just cries harder and pulls away.

I walk around the car and slide into the passenger's seat, taking the cigarette out of her hand. She looks up at me with confusion, "One, this won't make you feel better," I throw it out the window, "Two, no one is worth those tears of yours, especially since I convinced Max to give you another chance." I smile warmly at her, losing myself for a moment in her gorgeous y/e/c eyes.

"R-really? You did that?" She asks hopefully, her mood changing.

I nod, still smiling.

"Jared! Thank you so much!" She exclaims, mostly excitement, but I can make out slight hesitation on her face.

I really want to hug her and keep her warm, but I don't want to make her uncomfortable.

"After all, you are the perfect Alex. And I can't be Jayden without my Alex," I tell her and she blushes, "Come on, let's get back inside."

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Ooooh Jared's POV.... I think he likes youuuuu :3 I hope you're all enjoying this and it isn't too cliché for you guys :/ Let me know your opinions!