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๐ ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ
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You met Ryan at the table readโboth cast in the studioโs newest teen romance: a ballerina and a high-school football star. Classic enemies to lovers.
Ryan played the quarterback, Jasper Gould.
You played the dancer, Lauren Rien.
On screen, they clashed.
Off screen, they werenโt supposed to feel anything at all.
At first, everything was professionalโhighlighted lines, practiced blocking, distance. Ryan joked too much, laughed too loud, charmed the entire cast within an hour. You hated him.
During the first week, you filmed the hallway argument scene. Laurenโs anger came easily. Ryan pushed back with more intensity than the script called for. When the director yelled cut, neither of you moved.
Weeks passed.
Hatred turned into teasing.
Teasing turned into something the crew whispered about.
Your characters fell in love slowly, and it terrified you how natural it felt to mirror that when cameras stopped rolling.
Ryan wasnโt Jasperโhe was softer, kinder. He brought you tea when the studio was cold. You helped him with forgotten lines. You stayed late rehearsing scenes that didnโt need rehearsing.
It wouldโve been easier if it were real.
Everyone already treated you like a couple, and you hated how badly you wanted it to be true. Actors werenโt supposed to fall in love. The public never let go. Still, when Ryan stood too close, you didnโt step away.
The final week arrived too fast. The script called for the parking lot confessionโJasper admitting heโd loved Lauren since the hallway shove.
Ryan nailed it on the first take.
Lauren kissed Jasper.
But it felt like you kissing Ryan.
โThatโs a wrap.โ
And reality rushed back in.