A/N: Hey guys! So this is my very first fanfiction. I'm new to uploading things too, so please be patient with me. Kindness not required, but GREATLY appreciated. I unfortunately do NOT own anything Pretty Little Liars related or the people used as characters. Plot line though is mine. I'll probably edit and adjust as needed until I get the hang of it. Updates, if you guys seem to want them, will come at my soonest convenience.
A/N2: Oh, and by the way, this story is a very ROUGH draft and is written in alternating POV's of Troian and Shay, let me know what you think. Review!
*clock reads 7:48 am*
I absolutely hate it when I wake up before 10 am on my day off. Is it too much to ask to be able to sleep in as much as I work during the week? So why the hell is there construction going on right outside of my window? The universe must like me when I'm irritable and without my morning caffeine.
Name's Bellisario, Troian Bellisario by the way. Yeah, I know it's a mouthful and hardly anyone ever pronounces it correctly. But it really does roll off of the tongue when you know how to pronounce it.
I'm a pretty busy woman. I work as the director of the dramatic arts department at a university in London, England. I'm originally from LA, but this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, and it's been amazing. Teaching at the university level keeps me busy enough let alone with the performing I do myself on the side. You can imagine how much time I have for a personal life, let alone a relationship.
Ugh, this construction is driving me crazy, I desperately need caffeine.
I love the mornings! I always get up at least two hours earlier than usual so that I can get in a morning run before I go in to set. There's nothing better than a hot cup of caffeine in the morning to get my day started. It's a beautiful day. Though it usually is here in LA.
Name's Shay by the way. Shay Mitchell. Full name is Shannon, but I prefer to be called Shay. I'm an actress, originally from Canada, but I moved to LA to work on a show called Pretty Little Liars. My life's never been the same, and I love it! Of course with my job, comes an extremely busy schedule. If I didn't love what I do, or my fans so much, you could say the erratic schedule would be more than overwhelming. I actually have a press conference in London, England next week. It should be amazing, I hear London's amazing.
Now that I've got caffeine in my system I can function properly. And the day is off to a better start. I'm in my office in the drama building going through my emails when one in particular catches my eye. It's from my agent. "Pretty Little Liars Guest Role"? As if my agent was psychic and knew I was reading his email, my phone starts ringing with his picture flashing on the screen.
"Hey Tim."
"Troian! Glad I caught you, did you get my email about the job?"
"Yeah, I'm reading it now. Pretty Little Liars huh?"
"Yes, have you heard of it? It's big gig, and will definitely be good for you."
"Yes, I've heard of the show."
"Good, they want you to guest star as a possible love interest. We'll see where it goes."
"They want me to come in and read as a love interest? For who?"
"The character Emily Fields. Played by Shay Mitchell. You know which one that is right?"
"They want me to be a love interest for the character Emily? Yeah, I know who that is."
"Good, so will you do it? This could turn into something big!"
"Sure, I'll do it. Sounds like fun. When?"
"They want you to come to LA and do a chemistry read this Saturday."
"Tim, you do realize that I'm in London. And school is still in session?"
"Yes, I do realize that it's a little inconvenient, but I think this will be a good job for you. Just come down Friday night, do the read Saturday morning, and be back in London by Sunday morning."
"If you really think that I should do it, fine, I'll be there. But you owe me lunch, and dinner. I'll see you Friday night."
"You're amazing! You won't regret doing this. And you got it, see you Friday night Troi."
Well, I guess I'm going back to LA for the weekend. How bad could it be? I've got a possible job, and the woman that plays Emily is ridiculously gorgeous. Pretty Little Liars is a pretty good show too. The fan base is ridiculous, I hope this goes well.
A couple days later
"Hey Troian, are you all set for tomorrow morning? They want you to be there at 8 am."
"Yes Tim, I'm all packed, I'm headed for the airport now. I will see you for dinner tonight at 7 pm ok? And I'm all set for tomorrow morning, I've read over the script that you sent, and I'm really excited for it. I hope it goes well."
"Great, sounds good. And you'll be great, as always! You're sure to get it. Just woo Miss Mitchell, and you're gold. Which, for you, shouldn't be a problem. Talking to gorgeous women was never a problem for you."
Chuckling "Ok, Tim, thanks. You make me sound like a ladies man or something! And one, I'm not 'wooing' anyone, and two, it's a character not the actual person."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. We both know the truth. Just knock them dead kid."
"I have no idea to what you're referring to. Will do coach!" Chuckles. "Bye Tim."
Ahh, LA, I've missed you. Home sweet home. It's been too long since I've come back to visit. I'm really excited for tomorrow. I can't wait to meet Shay and see how the reading goes. Did I mention that Shay's gorgeous? This should be fun…
I'm watching TV on my couch in my living room, some mindless and random show. I reach for my phone off of the coffee table when I hear chime, notifying me that I have a text message. It's from one of the writers.
"Hey Shay, you've got a chemistry read tomorrow morning at 8 am with Troian Bellisario."
"Ok, cool! Emily's getting another girlfriend? Will I be able to meet her before the reading?" Emily is always getting a new girlfriend! A real lady killer that one is (Sorry Maya, no pun intended).
"I'm not entirely sure. She's flying in from London for the read."
"Oh ok, well I guess I'll just meet her tomorrow at the reading. Thanks."
"Ok, no problem. Enjoy your evening Shay."
Instead of going back to the show that I wasn't really paying attention to, I go online using my phone to google my new potential girlfriend. Emily's girlfriend that is.
Troian Bellisario? I've seen her in a few things. She's a good actress, not to mention that she's totally beautiful, and she's got an incredibly sexy raspy voice. This should be fun…
I've got my head buried in my pillow facing the window of my hotel room. Not even bothering moving my bed hair out of my face, I crack open one eye, to reach over to turn off the alarm I set on my phone. Ugh, 5:30 am. If I wasn't excited about this read, I'd be incredibly grumpy. I pull myself out of bed, grab my towel from the back of the chair at the desk against the wall, and head for the shower.
After 20 minutes in the shower, I grab my towel from the hook outside the shower door, wrap it around my body and step out. I walk into the room towards my suitcase at the end of the bed and pull out the outfit that I already had picked out. Nothing fancy, a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a vintage grey rock band t-shirt with my black high top converse. Half an hour later, I'm dressed and am putting the finishing touches on my hair. I run my fingers through my hair until I get it as close to perfect as I can. I give myself one last once over before grabbing my purse and sunglasses and head out the door.
It's almost 7 am. Perfect, I still have time to make a coffee run before I go in for the reading.
I walk through the door of my apartment from my morning run, kick off my shoes, and head straight for the shower.
Almost an hour later and I'm dressed, hair done, and putting the finishing touches on my mascara. I look at the time on my phone, it's almost 7am. Perfect, I'll grab some coffee on my way in to the reading. I'm really excited!
As I'm walking into the building, coffee in one hand, my phone in the other, I don't notice the tall brunette walking a few feet in front of me heading for the stairs as I'm heading for the elevator.
Just as I'm stepping off of the elevator, while looking down at my phone, I bump shoulders with the same brunette from downstairs, making her drop her coffee all over the floor.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going! Are you alright?"
"What the-! Oh, sorry, no it's fine, I'm fine. It's ok." She says as she catches my worried gaze.
"But your coffee isn't, let me get you another one."
"Oh you don't have to do that. I was practically done with it anyway. No harm done." She was trying her best to reassure me. Wow, she was even more beautiful in person.
"If you insist… Hey, you're Shay Mitchell right?"
Why am I suddenly feeling so shy? "Yeah, that's me. Troian, right?"
Flashing her a half smile trying to save myself from embarrassment.
Oh wow! This woman is even more gorgeous in person. She's so cute when she's embarrassed. I've never been so happy to have my coffee spilled on the floor… Just can't make a habit of that, I need coffee.
And she pronounced my name right! She makes everything sound sexy. I'm so looking forward to this reading.
"Yep, I'm impressed. You didn't murder the pronunciation of my name. Normally, that's pretty difficult for most."
"Well, it's a nice name, it's different. I can't imagine who would ever mess up a pretty name like that, with such a pretty face being the proud owner of it." She says and I suddenly feel naked under her captivating stare. By far, the most, dark chocolate eyes I've ever seen. Like they're seeing right through me.
Feeling a little shy myself now, what's wrong with me? "Thank you," I realize that we're still standing in the hallway, "I believe that we have a date to get to." Ok, now I'm flirting, I need to stop talking before I do anymore damage.
"I believe you are correct. Shall we?"
"We shall."
Ok, so maybe I have a little crush on my possible TV girlfriend… Just a little.
She's going to be my TV girlfriend? Out of all the girls that Emily's dated, I think Troian's character will be my favorite. Ok, maybe I have a little crush on her. Who am I kidding? I'm already in love with this chick, and we've just met. Literally talking over coffee. The reading went better than I could have imagined. I felt like Troian and I were the only ones in the room, and I was on fire under her gaze. I felt as though it was more than just our characters flirting with each other. Her character's name is Spencer, by the way. Spencer Hastings, she just moved to Rosewood with her family from Chicago. And she's openly gay. I can't wait to start working with her.