“Okay, now Scott, you’re gonna just lean over and kiss her, and Denise, you’re gonna put your arms around his neck and lean into it, okay?” Phillips tried not to roll his eyes, and barely won as the blond, Denise, shook her head vigorously. Jamie bit her tongue as she watched. Her eyes shifted to the redhead, who was sitting a few feet away on an overstuffed couch, talking Stapp’s ear off. She nudged Tremonti and nodded at them. He rolled his eyes and laughed slightly.
“I fell really sorry for them,” he whispered. She nodded and turned her attention back to Phillips, who was grudgingly kissing the blond. The director yelled to cut and Phillips quickly pulled away, turning so the blond wouldn’t see him wipe his mouth off. Jamie laughed out loud, then quickly silenced herself when the director shot her a look. Tremonti smiled and shook his head, obviously fighting laughter.
“Scott, you and Marianne are up,” the AD called, motioning for them to take their places. Phillips joined Tremonti and Jamie, making a face and rolling his eyes. He mouthed the word ‘whore’ at them, and they turned away to hide their laughs. He chuckled and smiled at Jamie, wishing they were working together. They watched Stapp and Marianne, the redhead, finish up their scene, and then Tremonti and Jamie took their places.
“Okay, Tremonti, you’re gonna just run your fingers on her face, then lean over and kiss her. Your hand’s gonna go to the outside of her thigh, the camera side, and stay there for a while. Jamie, you’re gonna slide your hands up his arms and around his neck, and when you’re done with that, Mark’s gonna slide his hand up your leg and around your waist. Got it?” They nodded. Jamie closed her eyes and tried to shake her nervousness. ‘Calm down, Jamie, you’ve done this a million times,’ she told herself. The director yelled action, and she felt Tremonti’s fingers on her face. She looked up at him, into those warm, brown eyes, and he leaned down to kiss her.

***Two months later***

Jamie mumbled to herself as the phone rang. The annoying sound quickly disappeared when Phebe, her roommate, answered it. She rolled over and fell back to sleep, breathing deeply.
“She’s still asleep,” Phebe said to the man as they walked down the hall, “but I’m sure she’s gonna want to see it, so we can wake her up.” She opened the door and followed him in. He crouched next to her bed, his eyes twinkling. She was on her stomach, her face towards him, and was snoring slightly. He chuckled quietly. “Hey, Jamie?” Phebe gently patted Jamie’s back. Jamie uttered some unrecognizable words, but didn’t wake. “Jamie?” Phebe said louder, shaking her. Jamie’s eyes fluttered open slowly, groggily. She slowly sat up and looked around the room. Phillips laughed at her, her brown hair standing on end. She scowled at him, sticking her tongue out.
“Wow,” he said.
“Wha?” she retorted, rubbing her head, still groggy.
“I didn’t notice you had your tongue pierced.” She smiled.
“Yeah, Curtis likes it that way. I have a clear bar just for that.” She stood and stretched. Phillips took in her slender figure and hid a smile. “What are you doing here?” she asked, sitting down on the bed. He stood and sat next to her, producing a video tape. “It’s done already?” she asked excitedly, her blue eyes twinkling. He smiled and offered her the tape, which she snatched and stuffed into the VCR. She clicked the television on and they watched the video in silence. “Not bad,” she commented when it was over. “Not bad at all.” She smiled at him and stood to retrieve the tape. She offered it to him and he shook his head.
“That’s your copy,” he stated. She smiled and thanked him. “How ‘bout lunch?” he asked, fighting the uneasiness. She nodded, yawning.
“Sure. Let me take a quick shower and get ready and everything first.” He smiled and nodded. She came back ten minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel. He watched in fascination as she applied a little makeup and pulled her wet hair into a ponytail. Jamie quickly put her shoes on and followed him out the door, Phebe behind her to check Phillips out of the dorm.
***

“Hey, thanks for lunch,” Jamie said as she and Phillips walked up the path to the residence hall.
“No problem,” he returned, managing a small smile. She smiled back and stopped outside the door.
“You comin’ back up?” she asked. He shook his head.
“I gotta get back. We have some stuff to do. I just wanted to bring the tape by…” he trailed off, and she raised her eyebrow. “And to see you,” he added quietly. She smiled up at him.
“Well, I appreciate it,” she said. He smiled back. He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, pausing before he leaned over to gently kiss her. She smiled against him, and he pulled away slowly, watching her eyes flutter open.
“Can I see you again?” he whispered, his fingers intertwined with hers. She nodded, still smiling slightly. He returned the smile. “I’d better get going.” She nodded. He gave her another quick kiss and turned to go. She watched him, butterflies flitting around her stomach as she smiled to herself. Dreamily, she waltzed back into the dorm, humming to herself.

***

“’Lo?” Jamie asked into the phone, clicking the TV off.
“Did you watch it?” She smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Isn’t it weird seeing yourself on TV?” Phillips asked, chuckling slightly.
“I guess so, yeah,” Jamie said. “Where are you guys at right now?”
“Lexington,” he said. She stood slowly.
“You guys have a concert there tonight?”
“Yeah, you wanna come?” Phillips asked.
“Hell, yeah,” Jamie said, her voice raising. He laughed.
“Okay, meet us at Rupp Arena as soon as you can get here and we’ll let you back.”
“Cool. Can Pheb’s come, too?” She asked, winking at Phebe, who looked hopeful.
“Sure.”
“Cool. We’ll be there in a half hour, okay?”
“Sure thing, babes.”
“Bye.” Jamie hung up the phone and jumped up and down. Phebe slowly pulled her shoes on and stood.
“Girl, you’d better calm down or I’ll have to sedate you.” Jamie laughed and quickly put her shoes on, grabbing her keys on the way out the door. They blasted My Own Prison on the way to the arena, singing along at the tops of their lungs. Once there, Jamie hurriedly parked the car and jumped out, skipping up to the front doors. She ran down the hall, Phebe following in hysterical laughter, and burst in the greenroom doors. Tremonti and Stapp looked up, surprised, and she plopped into Phillips’ lap on the couch.
“Hey, babe,” she said planting a kiss on his lips. She looked up to see Phebe in the doorway, smiling. “Mark, Scott, this is Phebe,” she said, gesturing at Phebe, who smiled and sat down next to Phillips and Jamie.
“Hey, guys?” They looked up to see an arena worker stick his head in the door. “They’re about to start soundcheck, so you might want to head in there.” He left, and the guys stood. Phillips wrapped his arms around Jamie in a hug as Mark and Scott exited the room.
“I missed you,” he said, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss lingered, and Phebe smiled, watching happily. She was glad Jamie was so happy.
“I missed you, too,” Jamie said with a smile. It felt good to be back in Phillips’ arms once again.
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