Page 60 of Method Acting

We were up first thing. The basic script was that Chase would leave from his place at Mundell House, then cross the campus to my dorm. It was intended to give the audience a view of the college campus, and it would set the scene. There’d be location shots of the beach, the courtyard, the campus itself.

In the opening of the series, the viewer would get acquainted with the college campus, following the cute guy up to the dorms where he would meet his boyfriend.

That was the opening scene.

No pressure.

From there, Dominic and Elijah would then stroll across to the dining hall, and the rest of the cast would come in for breakfast before heading to class.

Sounded easy.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” Chase said. “Once shooting starts and we get used to the cameras being one step behind us, we’ll be fine.” He looked up at me, his lips pressed to my shoulder blade. “Won’t we, babe?”

Babe.

“Sure thing,” I replied. “Babe.”

He chuckled. “See? We’ll be fiiiiiine.”

I rolled my eyes but took his drink and finished it.

Max’s girlfriend gave me a timid smile, she still seemed uncomfortable and Max and Holly weren’t even touching each other. It made me realize just how different Chase and I were.

We were so comfortable with each other.

Too comfortable, maybe?

When the camera crews asked Jenna to squeeze out of the booth so they could take some more shots of just the eight of us, it got really awkward and quiet.

I began to stand up. “Want me to?—”

“No, stay there,” they said. Chase pulled me back onto his lap and smiled at the camera from behind my shoulder. “That’s perfect.”

I went back to work, and not long after the cast made their leave, they all yelled out goodbyes and waved, except Chase. He cleared the table for me, bringing empty cups to the trash, and he waited while Mason and I quickly closed up.

He even helped a bit, lifting chairs onto tables—without the Les Mis encore tonight—and soon enough, we were locked up and leaving. Mason waved us off, and Chase nodded toward my dorm. “I’ll walk you back.”

“You don’t need to,” I said, even though I liked that he did.

But he didn’t hold my hand or put his arm around me, and I was surprised by how disappointed it made me.

“So,” he began. “Do you think Jenna and Max will last?”

“She didn’t look too happy tonight.”

“I know, right?” he said, animatedly. Probably happy that I noticed like he did. “She has to understand it’s just acting. I feel sorry for Max.”

Just acting. It’s just acting . . .

“Yeah, same,” I said, though I wasn’t sure... “And Holly. I feel bad for her too. It’s not her fault.”

He let out a groan. “It was awkward tonight. Did you see how she was looking at us?”

“I did, yeah.”

“Man, I’m so glad we’re not awkward like that.” He shot me a questioning look as if he was seeing if I agreed with him?

“Yeah,” I said. “We’re not awkward. If anything, we’re too comfortable.”

---