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"Okay. So now we know that he kind of likes you. So... What now?" Tricia asked us. Wasn't she the one with the great idea? 

The script reading finished two hours ago so we were already at home, hanging out on Anna's bed, eating a big bowl of marshmallows.

"OH! I know! We can do the most basic test!" I told you she was the one with the great idea.

"And what is that?" I asked her, chucking a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

"The jealousy card!" she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You have to pretend like you have a boyfriend when in reality, you're just making him jealous." she said, talking to Anna like she was a commander in an army. Anna just nodded, making small notes in her head.

"Isn't that a bit cliche-ish?" I asked her, my moout still half-full.

"What did you say? I can't understand you with all the marshmallows in your mouth! And don't talk while your eating! That's rude!" she ordered.

After swallowing, and feeling like I wanted to puke because of all that sugar, i replied, "I asked if it was a bit of a cliche!" I said a little louder than usual.

"Oh. How can you say that?" Anna asked me.

"I dunno. I always see it in books and stuff."

"So what if it's a cliche? It works all the time!" Tricia said.

"Have you tried it on other people before?" 

"No..." Tricia said quietly, eating a marshamallow.

"See? We have to make sure it actually works before using it."

"It's okay, you know." Anna told me. "It won't hurt to try. I mean, I don't think Jeremy would find out. And I'm an actress. They pay me to act. I can do this."

"Look at that! Optimism! That's what we need!" Tricia said with all the energy she had. It was like as if, she was the one who ate a handful of marshamallows, not me.

"So Anna, we'll need background. How did the two of you meet?" Tricia asked her.

"What are you? A reporter?" Anna asked her. I was thinking just the same.

"Just answer the question!" 

"Okay. Okay. Chill-out a bit! Umm.. We met when we kids. His parents and my parents were friends. Did I ever tell you that my mom was a scriptwriter? Well, she wrote for one of his parents' movies so we met because of them."

"I don't mean to pry but what about your father? What does he do? We haven't seen him since we came. We only met your mom." I asked her now.

Then, her face suddenly became grim. Oh, dear. Maybe...

"He died when I was eight..." she said, holding back the tears. "He was an actor. He was in this action movie and during his shoot, his car just crashed. I don't know what really happened but they said that his brakes snapped. When he came in the hospital, it was too late... Mom was just devastated. She hated herself because she was the one who really encouraged him to do the project. That's why I hired her to be my manager so she would consentrate on other things besides that. We really miss him." Tears were streaming down her face now and, Tricia and I had nothing to do but pat her back and tell her that everything's going to alright. That her dad is really proud of her.

That day, I realized that celebrities like Anna weren't shielded by their status. They were real people. They aren't perfect. They have they same stuggles that we all do. 

A/N: Sorry for the late update, guys. And thank you for reading! You don't know how much I appreciate it!

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This chapter, by the way, is dedicated to my good friend, Patty Cabatay. Thanks for all your enthusiasm! :')