A/N: So this really wasn't supposed to be a story. This idea popped into my head and I was like "Oh this will only take a couple of pages to write." No. This took me a week and 46 handwritten pages. The characters are probably really OOC. Sorry. I hope you enjoy :)

Also keep in mind that I have no idea how it works behind the scenes on any TV show. I also have no idea how they shoot the scenes...

Chapter One

The director called cut again, and immediately launched into what Courtney had done wrong. He sounded fed up, but to be fair this was the seventh time he's had to call cut because she just wasn't getting it.

But I felt bad for Courtney, she was trying and this was her first acting job. I hadn't really talked to her but she seemed nice, a little diva-y, but nice for the most part. And really she was doing good, she just wasn't getting into the character. Her character, Amelia, was supposed to be nice and kind and a little shy. Courtney was acting more like herself, independent and… what's a nice way to put it? Diva-ish? Sure I'll go with that. It works for her but not for the character.

But I'm sure most of this can be blamed on the fact that this is her first acting job and she was playing on the popular show Teen Wolf. It was only the first week of filming, I'm sure with a little practice she'll get it. She's supposed to be Stiles' new potential love interest. And working that close to Dylan O'Brien had to be nerve wracking. She was doing good, considering.

Jeff was really starting to lay into her and I took that as my cue to bring him his coffee. I walked up silently beside him and held out the coffee, he took his focus off of Courtney and took the coffee. I looked over at Courtney, who gave me a grateful look. I just nodded back and let my eyes travel across the set. Dylan was standing not that far away from Courtney looking towards me and Jeff, but silently supporting Courtney. Dylan was like that.

I had been working on the set of Teen Wolf for about a year and a half now. My job is basically to be the errand girl. You know, I run around and help anyone that needs help. But mostly I just bring Jeff his coffee. Even though I had been working here I hadn't ever really had a conversation with any of the actors. Not because they're not conversational, because trust me they are, more because I'm not really a people's person. Okay, so I'm terribly shy. I never really start a conversation with anyone that I don't know. It's really something I should work on. I have talked to Jeff though, he's really nice, not that you'd know it with how much he tortures the audience, but he's a nice guy. We get along pretty well. It's not like we talk a lot but he likes to tease me.

Jeff takes a final swig of his coffee and turns back to Courtney, "I know this is your first job but come on, you're a professional. And right now you're not acting like it. Hell let's face it, right now even Nixie could do a better job than you." Ouch, harsh. He gestured to me, and both Courtney and Dylan's eyes traveled over to me.

I could feel myself blanch and blush at the same time, "Wh-what?!" I squeaked.

Jeff seemed to think about something for a minute before he turned to me, "You've read the script right?"

For a second I felt annoyed, he knows I've read the script he's the one that gave it to me, "Yeah," I gave a little nod.

"Do you know the lines?"

I hesitated. Where's he going with this? "I have a general idea."

Jeff looked at me for a second before nodding, "Okay." He turned back to Courtney, "Get down here, Dylan start from the top. Nixie," he turned to me.

"Yeah?"

"Get up there."

My eyebrows shot up, "What?!"

Jeff rolled his eyes, "You heard me I said het up there, let's see how the character should be played."

I stared at Jeff like he had gone crazy, "You know I'm not an actress right?"

Jeff shrugged. I turned to look at Courtney, the grateful look from earlier was gone, it had been replaced by a look of smugness. Like she thought I couldn't do it. Which just made me want to try. I looked up at the set, Dylan was already in place, so were the other actors.

"Just go!" Jeff shouted and I jumped.

Slowly I walked on set, just standing off to the side getting myself ready for the scene.

In this scene Amelia walks towards the parking lot with her friends, talking, giggling like high school girls do. Amelia then sees Stiles leaning against her car and goes over to talk to him.

I could still feel the blush covering my cheek. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. Which just made it worse, because it allowed me to think. The Tylers were out watching with the rest of the crew along with Holland and Crystal and the rest of the pack. Everyone had scenes to get through today. Usually they were off doing their own things until it was their turn to start a scene but they had all gathered by Jeff.

"Nixie," Jeff said.

"Isn't this a wasted of film?"

"We've already wasted seven takes worth of film, what's one more?"

"But—" I started thinking of another excuse.

"Nixie, just do it."

I nodded and grabbed Amelia's bag. I took another deep breath and closed my eyes. I'm Amelia. I'm Amelia… I felt myself get into the right mind set. Slowly I calmed down and I wasn't Nixie anymore.

"I can't believe they got back together again!" Ashley said as we walked towards the parking lot. There were mummers of agreement from the other girls and myself. There had been a lacrosse game today and like always we had all come to watch.

We stopped just a little from my car. I looked over, there was a guy at my car. I cocked an eyebrow in confusion but turned back to bid good-byes to my friends. We all hugged and then separated. I headed over to my car and the strange boy.

As I stopped in front of him he looked up at me, a look of confusion and shock crossed his face. He shot off my car so fast he stumbled a little. It was kind of cute.

I smiled at him, "Hey."

"H-hey," he stuttered a little. "Uh, was there something you needed?" His eyes got huge, "That sounded extremely rude. No, I just meant you came over here and all and I'm rambling. I'll just stop now."

I continued to smile at him, "Yeah, sorry but," I looked at him sheepishly, "that's my car." I smiled at him to show that I wasn't upset.

"Oh." He looked at my car then back at me, "Oh!" His eyebrows shot up and he put his hands up like in surrender. He smiled nervously, "Sorry! I-I thought it was my friend's car. He has a car just like this you know. Well I guess you don't. But I'm really sorry."

I laughed, "Really it's not a big deal."

He smiled at me. It was all big and goofy. We just stared at each other before his eyebrows shot up again, "Oh! Sorry," he moved away from the driver's side door to the front of the car so that I could get by.

I smiled and walked past him, I opened up my car and threw my bag into the back seat. Then I turned back to the boy. I stuck my hand out, "I'm Amelia by the way."

He seemed confused for a minute but quickly reached out and shook my hand, "Stiles."

This time my eyebrows shot up and my eyes got wide, "Oh! I thought you looked familiar. You're on the lacrosse team!" I beamed at him, "You practically won that game for us, the one against- um- well it doesn't matter who it was against. You know the one I'm talking about. It was a lost cause until Coach put you in the game. I don't know why Coach doesn't put you in the game more!" I said in a rush, then paused, then realized what I had said and blushed. Maybe that was a bit much.

Stiles looked embarrassed but smiled, "Nah, I'm not really that good."

I laughed at that, "You're kidding right?"

He sucked in a breath causing his shoulders to stretch up and scratched the back of his head and let out an embarrassed laugh.

Suddenly his phone went off kind of surprising both of us.

"Oh, I should get this," Stiles said looking at his phone.

"Oh right, I should—" I pointed a finger over my shoulder. He looked at me and nodded before going back to his phone. I nodded too and got in my car and started it. I carefully backed out of the parking place. Once out of the parking spot I put my car in drive before looking over at Stiles again. Now he had an annoyed look on his face.

I pulled my car up a little, rolled down the window and leaned over, "You wouldn't happen to need a ride, would you?" I called.

Stiles looked up at me and winced sheepishly, "Yeah kind of, my ride bailed."

I smiled, "Get it."

He smiled, "Really?"

"Really." Stiles came over and pulled open the door and sat in my passenger seat. Once he had the door closed and his seatbelt buckled I asked, "Where to?"

Stiles opened his mouth to answer—

"Cut!"

I jumped and suddenly I was Nixie again, who just happened to be sitting in the same car as Dylan O'Brien. I wasn't freaking out. I wasn't. Okay, I was. A lot. I quickly put the car into park, turned it off, and hopped out of the car. I turned around to face Jeff and noticed Dylan got out of the car too.

I looked over at Jeff, he looked a little shocked but he was smiling. The rest of the cast was looking much the same way, except Courtney. Courtney looked shocked but she also looked pissed. I blinked and suddenly everyone was clapping. I blushed and put my head down and tried to get off the set as fast as possible but Dylan grabbed my wrist. I looked at him confused but he just smiled. He pulled me so I was standing next to him.

"Thank you. Thank you," he said while he bowed and gave me a look that told me that I was supposed to do the same. So I did. When he finally let my wrist go I fled from the set. I went and stood over by Jeff which is where I should have been the entire time.

Jeff smiled at me and then turned to Courtney, "And that's how you do it."

Courtney shot a glare at me and then strutted to the stage.

Jeff turned to me, "I didn't know you could act."

I shrugged, "Neither did I."