Love Unscripted
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“I’m all right. Sorry I didn’t call you yesterday. I fell asleep in my trailer and I slept all the way until eight this morning. I thought you might have tried calling me.”
“Oh, good. So you’re all right?” I questioned, sitting up in bed.
“Yeah. Why?” He sounded confused.
“There was something on the news last night about some girls getting arrested? I was so worried about you!” I couldn’t control the magnitude of my concern.
“Why didn’t you call me then?” he asked.
I didn’t answer right away. I thought about what I was going to say. “Ryan, I don’t want to bother you. You have enough to deal with.”
“Huh. Taryn, you can call me anytime you want. Don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me. Just so you know, I turn my phone off when I’m filming, but as soon as I see I missed your call I’ll call you back.”
I shook my head in silence. Every time I initiated the telephone calls with guys in the past, eventually they would make me feel like I was pestering or smothering them. I had heard the words “I just need some space” mentioned before, and it was pretty much a guarantee that they would end up running in the opposite direction after that. Ryan would be leaving soon enough; I didn’t want to give him one more reason to run faster.
“Taryn, are you still there?” He sounded annoyed.
“Yes, I’m still here.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he stated directly. “Are you afraid to call me?”
“I can’t,” I whispered. My reply was so truthful on many levels.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I don’t have your number.” I hoped my lie sounded convincing.
“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Good thing you’re not an actress, ‘cause you’d be out of work.” He chuckled. “My number has been on every text I sent you. Huh, this is so strange. People I don’t want to talk to call me all the time but the one person I really want to hear from is afraid to call me. The next time I see you, I’m going to program your phone. I may even put in my own ringtone just to irritate you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I tried to lighten the conversation.
“Oh, that’s definitely a promise! Then you won’t have any excuses,” he snickered. “So let’s practice today, shall we? I have to work the entire day. I’m scheduled to shoot until eleven o’clock but I have a dinner break around seven. I expect to hear my phone ring sometime between seven and seven thirty. That gives you a half hour window of flexibility to call at your convenience. Now, answer this question truthfully. Do you still have my text messages or did you delete them all?”
“No, I still have them.” I smiled.
“Then you, sweetheart, have no excuse… unless you just don’t want to talk to me? Shit, I didn’t consider that, but now that I’m thinking about it, I guess I should ask. Do you want to see me or not?”
I want to see you more than you could ever imagine. I took a deep breath. Keep it light, Taryn.
“We’re friends, right? Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”
“Phew,” he breathed. “That’s a relief. Good, so um, what did the news report have to say about what happened on set?”
“The reporter said that the police had to remove a hundred or so fans from the set and two women were arrested. Apparently one of them threatened Suzanne? Were you there when it happened?”
“Yeah, I was. We were shooting a scene on the beach but I was watching the playback reel when it happened. I heard someone yelling, but I had headphones on so I didn’t hear what was said.”
“The news didn’t mention what was said either. Just that the one girl yelled some obscenities and threats at Suzanne. They showed footage of the two girls that were arrested.”
“You’re kidding me?” Ryan groaned.
“I hope you have extra security on hand, because some of these fans are terrifying,” I urged. “Wanting pictures and autographs is one thing, but death threats are completely another.”
“Yeah, I was told last night that there would be additional private security brought in while we’re here.” I could hear the anger enter into his tone.
There was a loud rap on his door. “Hang on,” I heard him shout out.
“Tar – I got to go. Are you going to call me tonight?”
“Yes. During your dinner break. I promise.”
“Oh, good. So you’re all right?” I questioned, sitting up in bed.
“Yeah. Why?” He sounded confused.
“There was something on the news last night about some girls getting arrested? I was so worried about you!” I couldn’t control the magnitude of my concern.
“Why didn’t you call me then?” he asked.
I didn’t answer right away. I thought about what I was going to say. “Ryan, I don’t want to bother you. You have enough to deal with.”
“Huh. Taryn, you can call me anytime you want. Don’t ever feel like you’re bothering me. Just so you know, I turn my phone off when I’m filming, but as soon as I see I missed your call I’ll call you back.”
I shook my head in silence. Every time I initiated the telephone calls with guys in the past, eventually they would make me feel like I was pestering or smothering them. I had heard the words “I just need some space” mentioned before, and it was pretty much a guarantee that they would end up running in the opposite direction after that. Ryan would be leaving soon enough; I didn’t want to give him one more reason to run faster.
“Taryn, are you still there?” He sounded annoyed.
“Yes, I’m still here.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he stated directly. “Are you afraid to call me?”
“I can’t,” I whispered. My reply was so truthful on many levels.
“What do you mean you can’t?”
“I don’t have your number.” I hoped my lie sounded convincing.
“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Good thing you’re not an actress, ‘cause you’d be out of work.” He chuckled. “My number has been on every text I sent you. Huh, this is so strange. People I don’t want to talk to call me all the time but the one person I really want to hear from is afraid to call me. The next time I see you, I’m going to program your phone. I may even put in my own ringtone just to irritate you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I tried to lighten the conversation.
“Oh, that’s definitely a promise! Then you won’t have any excuses,” he snickered. “So let’s practice today, shall we? I have to work the entire day. I’m scheduled to shoot until eleven o’clock but I have a dinner break around seven. I expect to hear my phone ring sometime between seven and seven thirty. That gives you a half hour window of flexibility to call at your convenience. Now, answer this question truthfully. Do you still have my text messages or did you delete them all?”
“No, I still have them.” I smiled.
“Then you, sweetheart, have no excuse… unless you just don’t want to talk to me? Shit, I didn’t consider that, but now that I’m thinking about it, I guess I should ask. Do you want to see me or not?”
I want to see you more than you could ever imagine. I took a deep breath. Keep it light, Taryn.
“We’re friends, right? Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”
“Phew,” he breathed. “That’s a relief. Good, so um, what did the news report have to say about what happened on set?”
“The reporter said that the police had to remove a hundred or so fans from the set and two women were arrested. Apparently one of them threatened Suzanne? Were you there when it happened?”
“Yeah, I was. We were shooting a scene on the beach but I was watching the playback reel when it happened. I heard someone yelling, but I had headphones on so I didn’t hear what was said.”
“The news didn’t mention what was said either. Just that the one girl yelled some obscenities and threats at Suzanne. They showed footage of the two girls that were arrested.”
“You’re kidding me?” Ryan groaned.
“I hope you have extra security on hand, because some of these fans are terrifying,” I urged. “Wanting pictures and autographs is one thing, but death threats are completely another.”
“Yeah, I was told last night that there would be additional private security brought in while we’re here.” I could hear the anger enter into his tone.
There was a loud rap on his door. “Hang on,” I heard him shout out.
“Tar – I got to go. Are you going to call me tonight?”
“Yes. During your dinner break. I promise.”
