As I opened the fridge door and bent over to rearrange some stuff to make space, I felt Liam press up against my behind, his hands rubbing all over my back. "Need some help?" he asked. "No, I got it, you just stay right there."
"A-hem," my mom coughed. "Excuse me, I'm so sorry," Liam responded, backing away from me and completely to the other side of the kitchen. "Is there anything you would like me to help with?" I finished putting the cake away and closed the door before looking at my mom, and giving her one of those "Really?" looks that every teenager has down to a science.
"Actually, Liam, could you bring the pot of sauce and the bowl of noodles to the table? And Jess, can you set the table?" She handed Liam the ginormous aluminum pot as I grabbed three plates, three forks, and three knives, and we headed into the dinning room together.
Ours was nothing in comparison to his. We had a small table in the shape of a square that was made for four people at the most, and it wasn't made out of any special kind of wood. It was just a normal table with normal chairs because we're just normal people.
After everything was set up and perfectly placed, my mom joined us at the table. Liam had situated himself next to me, scooching his chair more towards the corner of the table the separated us. Mom served us both mountains of spaghetti and poured sauce all over to make it look like an erupting volcano of noodles and marina.
Usually I leave my phone in my room during dinner, but I was too nervous that the agency would call and I wouldn't be able to answer. We began eating, the room filling only with the noise of our teeth grinding against each other, our taste buds being filled with the delicious sauce that my mom made to a perfection. After cutting all my noodles, I placed one hand into my lap, like normal, when suddenly I felt something against it.
Liam's fingers merged into mine, the rough texture of his fingers overcoming all of my touch senses. His hand was covered in calluses from working out, which would normal be a turn off, but I found it incredibly attractive.
As we continued eating, his hand never left mine. His thumb traced circles on the back of palm, soothing me of the nerves I was hiding about getting the call. My mom was asking Liam about school, when it was time. My phone started going off as a random number flashed across the screen.
I dropped my fork onto my plate, the impact make a loud tink sound. Liam moved our conjoined hands to the top of the table as he looked at me and told me sternly to answer it. I picked the cold phone up, sliding across to answer it.
As I held it up to my ear, I began to think of what this call meant to me. This was my future. The person on the other end of this call determines what happens with the rest of my life. Whether I go to school or become homeschooled, or if I need to go to college or if I'll make it as an actress.
I placed the phone to my ear, and said "Hello." They could probably hear my shakiness through the phone.
"Hello Jessica. I am Frank Linker from the casting agency, and I have called to inform you that you are playing the female lead in the new movie You're The One." He continued to speak, but I didn't care enough to pay attention. I got it, I was becoming an actress. I could just imagine it now: fancy dinner parties, red carpet premieres, award shows, the celebrity friends, flying to Paris just to go shopping. My life was going to be amazing. And the best part? Liam was going to be there to do it all with me.
"Excuse me, can you repeat that please?" I asked Frank, assuming that what he said was important. "Be here tomorrow at 10 AM sharp for brunch so you can meet your new castmates, considering you'll be spending a lot of time with them you might want to prepare to make a good first impression. I'll see you tomorrow, thank you," he said, his voice stern yet friendly.
Chapter 4
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