Behind The Scenes

Chapter 9 (Part Two): Locked Out Of Heaven

Alyssa was twisting the end of her nightdress with her hand and walking from one side to the other. She was hot, so hot, and hungry. But her biggest problem was far of being this.

She barely slept that night, after the dream, and now she seemed to be in combustion. The other type of combustion, to be specific.

She turned on the TV on Good Morning America and saw Wolfgang Puck cooking. Almost instantly, she started to feel hot for the - aged - Austrian Chef, or maybe for the Mexican tacos he was cooking, and had to turn off the television quickly and go wash her face.

Her hormones were boiling, she was sure. That was going to kill her.

When the doorbell rang, Aly took a deep breath and felt happy for a second, thinking that she would finally put something in her stomach and maybe calm down a bit. But unfortunately God was not playing that way that day so when she opened the door it wasn't the pancakes she delivered, but it was Shane, wearing a sleeveless white shirt and racing shorts; combined with a sweaty hair and an iPod in hands.

"Good morning, princess." He said, kissing her on the cheeks and getting in the apartment. Aly stared at Shane's butt, that looked much more prominent in that short than ever, and then she got closer. He turned around, looking at her while drinking water straight from the bottle, and then she tightened squeezed his upper arm.

"Lexi's right." Aly said, biting her lip. "You're kind of hot, Shaney." She stated and the guy spat water on the floor, laughing and frowning.

"What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?" He asked, laughing, and she smiled, running her nail on the well-toned arm of her friend.

"You're the crazy one, Shane. All dressed up with this hot weather! You're sweating, look!" She bit the bottom lip, and then smirked. "You can take off your clothes if you want to, we're close, you know? We don't need that kind of formality."

Shane widened his eyes, holding the laugh without really understanding anything, when the doorbell rang again and Alyssa turned away to answer.

"Go-Go-Good morning, miss." The boy stuttered when he saw who the client was.

Alyssa smiled, staring at the teenager - close to 17 years old -; from head to toe. Shane did the same, seeing a kid, too tall and thin, full of freckles and braces.

"Good morning." Aly answered, full of smiles, and took the pack from the boy's hand. Then she placed a hand on the doorway, making the nightdress going up, a fact that both Shane and the boy noticed. "I wanted to have some pancakes delivered today, but they also sent me another yummy thing, didn't they?" The girl asked, making Shane wide his eyes and the boy cough.

"Alyssa!" She said, loudly, pulling her inside. "Here, friend, thank you and you can keep the change." The model said, paying the boy and slamming the door closed.

Shane stared at his friend, without saying anything, and then started to laugh uncontrollably, sliding down the wall and crying of laugh. Aly arched an eyebrow, initially angry, before she shouted a hysterical scream and put her hands in her mouth, red as a beet.

"OH, MY GOD! What's happening to me?" She screamed, sounding desperate, while her friend was still writhing. "SHANE!" She yelled, making him hold the laugh and stand up.

"Yeah, baby doll... I think you are in that phase." He only said.

"What phase?"

"The phase I'll have to hide my sexy little body from you." Shane answered, laughing at actress' expression.

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Aly got out from a cold shower feeling hot already. She put on a random dress and stared at Shane, that was still on her sofa, probably laughing at her face. He smiled, malicious.