As I plop on the couch next to Grant, my uncle comes in and sits on the other side.

"What are we watching?" He asks, looking at me.

"Yea, what are we watching?" Grant looks at me and I smile.

"Possibly Captain America 2?" I get a glare from both guys as I get back up to get both bags of popcorn. I run upstairs to get mine and Grant's and then into the kitchen to get Danny's.

I come back with both bowls and sit between the two men.

"Do you have something on Chris Evans or something?" Grant asks me, eyeing me. (AN: yas )

"Maybe a tad. But not much." I say, smiling.

"What is it with you and superheroes?" I laugh.

"Uncle Danny..... Men that can save a damsel in distress? Sign me up." Grant pokes my side and I squeal.

"So you're saying you like me, huh?" Grant asks, giving me his questioning look.

"Possibly." I stuff popcorn in my mouth, and start the movie.
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As the credits roll, I get up and stretch. I put the bowls away in the kitchen sink. I go upstairs, and close the editing room door. Since the hospital released me a week go, my uncle told the editing people to email me what they have done, all footage, and everything else in between.

"Kris?" A knock comes to the door, and I roll over and open the door.

"Yes sir?" I roll back to my desk and Grant comes in.

"Holy.... Wow." He looks around, and comes over to my editing station.

"Yep. Please don't touch anything." I say, as he sits next to me.

"So do you want to go out somewhere?" He asks.

"You may be done filming, but I've got a ton of work to do."

"But you can do it later." He says. I sigh.

"I can't. I've got to work. I've got a lot of things I need to do." I put my headphones on and a few seconds later, I feel the door close and I sigh. Another thing I messed up on.

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Later that day

As I wrap up the editing process, my uncle comes in.

"Hey sweetheart." I smile.

"Hey."

"Did you finish?" He asks.

"Yes sir, I did. Four episodes, one massive cliffhanger. Many a people will be tuning in when Season 2 airs."

"This is good. Why'd Grant leave?" I shrug my shoulders.

"He wanted to go do something, but I told him that I have to work. I guess he got mad." I stand up.

"Well.... If he doesn't come back, we definitely know he's mad." I nod.

"I'm going to go get Starbucks. I'll be back later." I hug him, and go to my room. I change from my sweats and tank into a long sleeve shirt and leggings. I grab my ankle boots and put my hair up. I go downstairs and get my keys and get in the truck and go into town.

"Hey!" I put the truck in park and look at Candice.

"Yes ma'amy?"

"Can I come with?" She asks, walking up to my side.

"Of course. Company is always welcome." I smile and she gets in on the passenger side. I pull away and we talk about stuff until we get there.

"So why was Grant mad?" Candice asks, waking away from the ordering counter.

"Cause he wanted to go out, but I said I had work to do and he left. I mean, did I do something wrong?" I explain, standing next to her. We get our drinks and sit down at a booth.

"No... I wonder what set him off." She says, taking a drink.

"Me too. I know it wasn't something I said." I sigh.

"Maybe he thinks you work way too much." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Ohh please. I was catching up on work. I've been trying all week to get it done, but my mind wouldn't do it." I lean back and watch outside.

"Who knows." I squit to see a guy looking like Grant wrapping his arm around a woman's shoulders. Candice looks at the scene, and she clears her throat.

"Maybe that's his double?" She offers me comfort, but I shake it off.

"If it is him, its not like we were dating. Its ok. You don't have to comfort me." I smile and lay a couple dollars on the table and walk out.

"Kris!" She runs after me, but I smile and back out. I drive off, looking at him, looking at me. I drive, and ignore every sign that says I'm mad.

I get home, and my uncle looks at me. I rush upstairs and close my door and slide down it. I hug myself, and wish that it'll be ok tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be better, I will go driving around. And it'll be ok.

G- what's up.

K- idk you tell me

G- you saw her didn't you...

G- she's not my girlfriend if that's what you're getting at.

K- really.... It sure looked like you were lovey dovey with her.

G- did you not get it when I told you?

K- no, I was in a coma. Its not like I could ask you if you meant it.

G- well I did mean it. Every word.

K- are you trying to persuade yourself or me?

G- you.

K- are you sure? Because I mean she was prettier than I was. You could have changed your mind.

G- never going to change my mind about you... And that is a promise.

K- OK. If that's what you think.

G- its what I know. Let me show you. Please?

K- I guess. Please just don't do anything overly dramatic.

G- of course. I'll see you tomorrow night. Dress nice.