Page 107 of Method Acting

Because hearing Jimmy say that L-word made me realize it was possibly true. And seeing Amos’s reaction made me realize he didn’t feel the same.

But then he’d said that he does like me. That he had actual feelings for me.

And waiting until after the filming was done made sense. It certainly didn’t make sense to fail the unit—I could see that now.

But if we remove the filming, the acting, the make-believe stuff, then all that should remain was the truth.

And then we’d find out how we really felt.

And that made sense.

Even though I already knew my answer. I knew how I felt.

And maybe, just maybe, Amos felt the same.

God, I hope he does.

He acted all irritated but I was pretty sure he secretly loved it when I annoyed him. When I pretended to be joking and acting like a big old whiny baby and giving him that pout that made him smile.

He could deny that he liked that pout all he wanted, but I knew he loved it.

He wasn’t the emo, dark, and broody guy that pretended to hate everything and everyone. He wasn’t a sullen Keanu Reeves or a misunderstood James Dean.

He was Amos Beddington. An actor with diverse range, an introvert who just needed peace and quiet, who avoided crowds but put up with them for me.

He was amazing.

And he was going to help me help Holly. If Deirdre wanted a big drama to see the show out, then that’s what she’d get. Was what Holly wanted to do risky?

Sure.

Would it work?

Totally impromptu and secret, so the reactions would be real and honest.

It would either be awesome or a disaster.

Either way, ratings should be good.

Max and Holly’s scene was to take place in the courtyard for optimal audience viewing. It was also kinda risky given the likelihood of some douchey student ruining a scene, but for the most part, the student body had been very respectful of our filming. Helpful, even.

But given the fan wars between the Max and Holly shippers and the Max and Jenna shippers or even their real-life friends, anything was possible.

As people took their places and the scene began, Amos and I were on a side quest to save the scene, or possibly ruin it. Deirdre could get mad at us all she liked, but she wanted a big finale, and that’s what she was going to get.

We found Jenna hiding in the dining hall, right where Holly said she’d be. She had her phone out, watching the livestream of the show.

Watching her boyfriend about to declare his undying love for someone else.

“Hey,” I said, startling her.

She put her phone screen-side down on the table. “Oh, hey.”

“We need you to come with us.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure. Holly didn’t say, exactly. She just asked us to bring you to the set.”

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