It's been a week since I went to that restaurant with Bret. We haven't really spoken since. On the set, yes, but not actually. I guess I can understand his anger. He's frustrated, but we're actors. This is in the job description and if he can't handle it, then I don't know what to tell him. I felt really weird though when he touched me. I hadn't felt his touch in ages. His hand felt foreign to me. It still had the sparks, but they were covered with a lot of unfamiliarity. Does that mean our relationship is coming to a close? I don't want it to, but if its not working, then there's nothing that can really be done. We'll see how it goes tonight at Whit's photoshoot.

I really do have plans before her photoshoot. I wasn't lying to get out of seeing Vicki and everyone else. It's just Almay called me up and asked for me to advertise their foundation so I'm coming over before the photoshoot to make the commercial. That was what the important call was. Usually I wouldn't do something like that, but my career is really important to me. It's the one thing that I know is concrete if I just work hard enough. I can't afford to have too many distractions.

I slip into some comfortable clothes, knowing that they'll probably have an outfit set out for me when I get there. i call up a cab for transportation.

As I close my door, I notice Bret get into his car. He's probably going to the dinner. I give a sad smile. I hope he has fun. I just wish that I could have gone, but I was not going to miss this opportunity just to go with some friends to a dinner. I'll see them all at the photoshoot/fashion show tonight.

I sort of did regret asking him if he could take me to the Central Plaza. It would have been the perfect opportunity to talk to him about all this. I didn't know he had so much on his mind. I guess I should have told him about the family visit. Lorelei did miss him.

The cab arrives a few minutes after Bret leaves. "To the Central Plaza please." The car speeds off.

A woman greets me in the lobby. "You must be Taylor Bradwick! I'm Daisy. Follow me!"

She leads me through numerous halls. Hopefully I'll be able to find my way back. Daisy seems like a really nice lady. She's really energetic and you can tell that she really likes her job. That's how I want to be some day. Acting never gets old. I just love it.

"Okay here's the room that you'll be advertising in. We're not going to go in there just yet. First, you need to get some different clothes on. Then the stylists will style your hair before our make up artists test the make up on you to see which one matches your tone best. That room is this way." She begins speeding off again. I get a quick glimpse of the first room before running after her.

"This is it! Just walk in there and tell Felicia your name. Felicia is the one with red hair." Then she's gone.

I slowly walk in there looking for a girl with red hair. I then spot one.

"Felicia?" I ask hopefully. She gives me a weird look and shakes her head no before continuing on her little stroll.

I then spot another redhead. This one must be it. "Felicia?" I ask her.

The girl laughs and shakes her head. "Not again! Daisy just said Felicia is the redhead, huh?"

I nod my head slowly. "Umm yeah. I'm Taylor Bradwick. Daisy told me to talk to some girl named Felicia."

"Oh she never said it was a girl," the lady say with a wink.

I gawk. "Felicia is a guy?!"

"Why yes he is," a guy with red hair says,.walking towards them. "And this is he. How can I help you young madam?"

"Umm. I'm Taylor Bradwick." Gosh this is awkward.

He claps his hands excitedly after hearing my name. "Ah Taylor! Right on time! Seven minutes early in fact."

"That's my specialty."

"Good! You'll go far with that attitude. I completely forgive you for thinking I would be a girl."

I give a laugh. "Yeah the name was a little misleading."

He nods. "It tends to be. I don't know what my parents were thinking. Now let's get started shall we?"

$_$_$_$

After the advertising, I speed over to the fashion show. I'm 10 minutes late! I didn't know making an advertisement would take so long! They were constantly correcting me on my stance! It was worse than Derek's directing.

I walk into the lobby of the building where the photoshoot is being held and bring out my VIP pass. It took a lot to get this baby considering the fact that usually only the judges and other special people get VIP passes. I think I only got it because of my career.

"Invitation or Pass?" the security guard asks by the door.

"Pass," I say and show him my card.

He let's me inside. The music is blasting and the cameras are flashing. I haven't been to a fashion shoe for Whit in a long time. I don't remember it being this populated though. Well this is California.

I sent Vicki a quick text.Where are you guys?

Far right corner, the front. Right under the tv.

I follow the directions and look for a tv. Why a fashion show would need a tv, I have no clue. Suddenly Whit is entering the runway. I push people around to get to the front, trying to get a better look. She looks stunning, so stunning that my jaw literally drops. Her make up is very exotic, a bright blue eyeshadow with swirls coming from her right eye down to her cheek. Her skin looks as if it were shimmering each time the camera snaps a picture. I stand as if I was in a trance.

"There you are!" someone says and tugs me over farther right. The person spins me around. It's Jake. "Victoria's been looking for you."

"Yeah. I came a bit late." I scratch my neck awkwardly.

"Come on, we saved you a seat." I walk towards where everyone is seated, taking notice of a new girl I never met before. She's making herself pretty cozy. I try very hard to refrain myself from glaring.

As soon as she sees me, she squeals in excitement. Her arms envelope me in a big hug. Do I know this chick?

"Hey Taylor! I'm so excited! It's been like, what, a month?"

I shake my head in confusion. "Sorry?"

Her happy expression falls. "Don't you recognize me? I'm Aurelia, Bret's half sister. We only met once, when I went to visit you and Bret at the house you two were staying at before. You didn't stay too long, only for Bret to introduce us. Then you went upstairs to call someone, leaving Bret and I to hang out with each other, but it's okay. If I would have known that you didn't remember me, I wouldn't have hugged you like that. My apologies," she says nervously.

My eyes soften. "No it's okay."

Aurelia. That name does sound familiar. I do sort of recognize her face now. She said I left her and Bret to go make a phone call... What a bitch move! I must have had something really important to do though. I wouldn't just leave for no reason. Even so, I feel bad for blowing off family like that. I'm usually great a remembering names and faces.

Bret motions for me to sit on the other side of him. I quickly sit down so that the camera lady will quit sending me dirty looks. Bret's attention is only on Aurelia for a few seconds before he turns to me.

"So how'd it go? Wherever you went anyways."

I sigh. "It was pretty good I guess."

"Where did you go anyways?"

"I went to do this commercial for Almay. They wanted me to advertise for them."

Bret's eyes harden. "Oh."

I sigh. "There you go again."

His expression becomes confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You're judging me!"

"I'm not. I just don't understand why you couldn't do that some other say and hang out with your friends. You're addicted to work. You always choose it over more important things."

I gasp. "That is not true! I make room for my friends. I just tend to put my education and career above fun. I'm sorry if I don't want to live on the street for my life."

His eyes narrow. "So you're implying that if you hang out with friends- if you hang out with me- you'll be living on the street for the rest of your life?"

I throw my hands up in the air. "That's it! I'm done trying to play things off as if they were okay! These past few weeks have been stressing the both of us! It's better if we just end things now!"

I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. Bret's whole face seems to crumble and suddenly isn't mad anymore. He's broken. Wordlessly, he tugs on a shocked Aurelia's arm and they walk out.

My mouth remains agape. What I had wanted to say to make up for it just couldn't make it's way out of my mouth. Nothing could have made up for it anyways. I make a dash for it anyways. I run all the way outside, out of the doors and out in the middle of the street. I barely take notice of the car that swerves, just so it doesn't hit me.

Something inside me broke when I saw him leave. I don't know what it was, but it sure felt important because now I feel like there's a big black whole inside of me, tearing me up from the inside out. What have I done? There's a roaring in my ears. It's crushing me, taking away all I have left. I realize it's my scream. Then there's silence. Nothing but silence. I can't hear anything anymore. It's like I'm just an outer shell and my soul left long ago, along with my ability to speak or hear. I crumble to the ground.

$_$_$_$

I wake up with a wash cloth over my forehead. My eyes are sore. I don't even think I can open them. I don't want to either. I just want to lay here in this comfortable bed with these comfortable sheets around me. They bring a sense of security to me, something that I no longer have.

My eyes open in a flash. Security. Love. Where is he? Is he long gone now? No. He can't leave. He's got to stay because we haven't finished up the movie.

Just then I notice I'm not in my trailer home. I'm not in my blue bed with the weird floral patterned sheets. These sheets don't smell like oysters. They smell like flowers. They're a light purple. My bed is wider than the one at the trailer. I'm at Whit's house.

"Come on Taylor! You're going to be late for your audition!" I rub my eyes. My audition? What audition? Whit groans. "Taylor you promised! You haven't been in a movie since you were a sophomore! You gained so much attention from Love Me Till The End, you were supposed to audition for a different one!" I roll my eyes. I honestly liked the name Love Sighting better. She continues. "But you didn't because you forgot." She puts quotations around the word forgot, knowing fully well that I never did forget. She sits on the bed next to me and holds my chin up with her fingers. "Look. I know that you haven't really ever gotten over Bret." I cringe at the sound of his name. "You're nineteen now Taylor! You haven't had another boyfriend. You haven't done anything since! You refuse to even watch Love Me Till The End because it stars you and Bret!"

I sigh. I've heard this speech a million times. True. I never got over Bret. True. I haven't starred in another movie since. True. I wasted my whole career over some stupid guy, but he wasn't stupid. I was the one that was stupid. It was all my fault things didn't work and it was all because I was trying too hard to be a great actor. All of this could have been prevented if I wouldn't have ignored him that very first day things started going downhill. If I wouldn't have picked up the phone and heard about the advertising gig. If I would have just been more laid back and had a little fun, I would be at Bret's house hugging him to death, telling him I love him. But it's been three and a half years and each morning, my mind reminds me of that first day I woke up without his security.

"Just get dressed. Isaac and I will be waiting for you in the car."

She leaves the room. I really don't want to upset Whit. She put a lot of effort into finding this audition for me and I promised I would go. It's also her two year anniversary with Isaac today and I don't want to drag them down. The audition is not for a movie, like my usual style, though. It's a play...like Bret always wanted to do. The auditions are in California. If I make it, then I head on a flight to New York. The directors are travelling around the United States though so they can get good performers. It's a play based on the movie Flyboys with James Franco in it. Although it's rumored to have a little less romance in it. Good. I'm not up to be a romantic.

I put on some comfortable clothes and sneakers, before locking the door with my keys and going outside. It takes all of my willpower to stand up straight and walk to the car, when all I really want to do is go back to bed.

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unedited!

Just typed up, fresh from the press c;

Get what I'm sayin?

Thank you guys for supporting me throughout this story! I've never actually finished a story on Wattpad so finally finishing one will be like a dream come true. I worked extra hard, trying to get this thing prepared for Watty Awards, like no joke. Now there's only one chapter of this story left and OMG I just want to cry! To be leaving this story will just be so saaadd! Well except for the editing and the SEQUEL. This wasn't just decided a few moments ago. I actually knew I was going to make a sequel as soon as I started the story. It will longer be in Taylor and Bret's P.O.V. , however. It'll be in ......you'll just have to wait and see!!

Who do you think the lucky TWO are??

Victoria?

Aurelia?

Whitney?

Connie?

Gwen?

Jake?

Isaac?

Luca?

Aaron?

New characters that are still tied to the story?

Hmmmm...

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