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After the death of Charles Xavier, Revolve became the home for all mutants, whether they like it or not. Stripped of their rights, fitted with collars and powers suppressed until their matches, life on Revolve is difficult and rigid. Their days are spent training for fights, working at the island's amusement park or dreaming of some day earning the outrageous sum of money with which to buy their freedom. What would you do? Would you play the game? Fight the system? Start a revolution? Plot your escape? The future of mutantkind rests in your hands. Welcome to Revolve Plot Rules FAQ Characters Apply Wanted Contatcs OOC

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It was sometime in the early morning hours of June in the U.S. when everyone was given the signal to get where they needed to be. Not a half hour later, there were explosions, noxious gas leaks, uncontrollable fires, floods, and physical massacres all over the world. Before anyone knew what was happening and too quickly to alert anyone else for help, almost the entire mutant population was devastated and left the world in complete shock.

Now mutants are scared to reveal themselves, and with good reason. They want to search for others, survivors, more of their kind but what would the cost be? The world has changed and even a friendly face can deceive. The question before them now lies; do they cower in the shadows of the memory of how it was, or do they join together and show the world that they are strong and will overcome anything thrown against them?

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It's been over forty-eight hours since the attack on the mansion. Mutants dressed in all black carrying weapons and tranquilizers stole through the darkened hallways of the mansion just after midnight. Their mission was to capture as many as possible in a fifteen minute time frame. They were not to harm anyone under any circumstance. Before the night was over, Xavier's School for the Gifted had lost several students to the darkness of death and the uncertainty of being taken prisoner by an attacker they know nothing about.

As Xavier calls on the help of those he's taught and termed his X-Men, new alliances form while friendships and teams that have been strong through the years being to fall apart. They now have no choice but to rely on help from the least of expected places. Soon it will be revealed that mutants are not as free in the world as they'd like to think. Soon it will be revealed that maybe they had been better off living in fear of being recognized for who and what they really are.

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It's the fourth of September and Charles Xavier is welcoming back students who left for home during the summer vacation, as well as greeting those who are making themselves at home for the first time. But what looks to be a peaceful and promising first day back as a functioning school will turn dark when night falls and all are believed safe in their beds. There will be no rest for anyone tonight. For those who know how to fight, their training will be put to the test. For those who are still trying to get a grip on their new found abilities, they will become targets all too easily conquered. Someone has a grudge, but who would have such a hatred for mutants in an otherwise tolerant world? What would be their motivation?

As Xavier calls on the help of those he's taught and termed his X-Men, he can't help but wonder if this attack has something to do with the mysterious appearance of a girl who suddenly showed up at the mansion in the middle of the night not a week ago. Without hesitation, Xavier took her in, clothed her, fed her and waited patiently for her to break a silence she held onto in desperation for almost three days. "My name is Jocelin," she told him in a voice that sounded new and unused. "I don't know why I'm here." But now he has to question whether taking her in was the beginning of this destruction or not.

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This morning as I was just getting ready to go out for the day, a knock came at my door. Excitement built up in me, knowing Will was the only person who knew I was here, so I rushed to open it. As I did, my eyes fell on a girl who was a little shorter than me, with big brown eyes, long blonde hair and a big smile. "Jill!"

"Hi!" We embraced and laughed.

"What are you doing here?" I let her in and closed the door behind her. "Did your brother tell you I was in town?" She nodded and laughed, hugging me again.

"When we were on the phone last night he told me. It is so good to see you!" Jill and I had met two years ago, when Will and I had just started filming our movie. She had come down to visit him and the two of us became immediate friends, much to the discomfort of her brother. I think he feared the stories she would tell me, and rightly so. Many hours had been passed with her stories of a young Will, picking on his younger brother and even younger sister. When she visited the set again, it was as much to see me as him. We had lost touch for a little while, but seeing her now, it seemed like we had just seen each other the day before.

"What happened to the brown hair?"

She smiled and shrugged. "I needed a change." Grinning, she sat down. "So what are you doing here?" She spoke as an Amercian did, not having been to her birthplace since she was very young. Any English accent she may have had disapeared a long time ago.

"Well, I had some time off and I decided to spend it in the states." A strange look in her eyes, and the smile she wore told me she knew there was more to it than that. "And I wanted to see Will."

Her gaze was steady and her smile didn't leave. "He's engaged now."

I nodded, averting my eyes. "Yes, I met Arianna already. Would you like something to eat or drink? I could call fro room service." I stood and her smile grew.

"Don't change the subject Gwen. You came here to try and hook up, did't you?"

I felt my face grow hot and saw, when I passed the mirror, the blush that stained my cheeks. "Of course not. Hook up...what does that mean?"

She laughed. "You know, I tried to get you two together and you were the one who stopped it." She stood and joined me in my small kitchen. "He wanted to be with you, Gwen."

"I know," I said softly. "And I should have listened to you."

She cupped a hand to her ear and grinned. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

I couldn't help the small laugh I let go of. "I should have listened to you, alright?" I sighed and put my hands on my hips. "And now he'e engaged."

Jill nodded. "Yes he is." She raised an eyebrow.

"But the other day..." I looked at her. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. What happened the other day?"

I told her about the incident on the couch and she nodded, almost looking impressed. "Something is there, right? If there wasn't that wouldn't have happened...would it?" She shrugged and I shook her. "Jill, you're not helping me!"

She laughed and went to grab her purse. "Let's go shopping and get something to eat. I'm starved."

As I lay here alone in the dark, I can't help my mind as it runs away with strange thoughts and fantasies. I would sleep if I could, but it seems my mind just will not calm yet. I think of the interviews and how much I actually enjoyed them. All three of us were in such good moods today, and talking about everything we did making the movie came easy. I had wonderful actors to work with who made it feel more like play than work.

Rolling over on my side, I smile as I think of Edward. It is a rare occasion that brings us together for more than a few minutes, and I was so glad for his presence today. I told him everything. About the phone call that had brought me to the states, the feelings that followed soon after, meeting Arianna....and how I was feeling now.

"Have you told him?" he asked me earlier. I simply shook my head and watched him as he conversed with a reporter. "Exactly how are you feeling?"

I looked at him and smiled a little. "You sound like a psychologist. How am I feeling?" I looked back to Will. "I'm feeling very confused."

Edward sighed and rolled his eyes as if he had expected that exact answer, but wanted more. "I understand but, if you are not in love with the boy, it may change the side my favor falls on."

I blinked and looked at him sharply. "You just finished telling a man in there that you felt protective of me, that I was like your younger sister." He nodded. "And now how strong my feelings are determines who you chose to side with?" Again he nodded, a beguiling smile lighting his dark features. Against my better judgement, I smiled as well. "Yes, I am in love with him if that is what you wish to know."

"Yes it is." He looked at Will as the interview was wrapping up. "He's engaged, love. What now?"

I sighed and found Arianna standing off to the side, watching as well. "I don't know." Frowning, I turned my attention back to Edward. "I should have taken my chance with him when I first had it."

"No argument there love."

Turning now on my back to stare at the ceiling, my mind wanders to Arianna. I think she and I would be friends if there wasn't someone we both had affections for. Obviously we both had good taste. I wanted to tell him how I felt....but what would it do? The fact that I liked who Arianna was irritated me highly. I didn't want to take something that would make her hurt.

I decided that, if he asked me, I wouldn't deny it. But just openly stating that I was in love with him...could be destructive. Not just for the relationship he had with Arianna, but for us as well. I have three and a half weeks to see where all of this would go, if anywhere.

As I close my eyes, I am taken back to a day more than a year ago. The sun warms my face as I smile at Will from across the medieval set we worked on. The wind is blowing, tossing his long dark hair about his face. He smiles at me, and I feel my knees go week. Drifting to sleep, his arms welcome me into a relaxing dream.

Mag: So, Gwen, you get to snog William Spearitt?
Gwen: I do get to snog Will, yes. I'm rather smug about it actually. I'm quite worried I'm going to get lynched by teenage girls but to all teenagers out there: 'I'm really sorry and he's a great kisser!'
Mag: Come on - what's it like, give us a bit of detail.
Gwen: Give us a bit of detail?! He kissed, I kissed, the sun set, it's all very romantic, we have fabulous clothes, he had a big feather in his hair and it's all good.
Mag: How long did it take to film that scene? Did you keep on having to do extra takes just to make sure you got it absolutely spot on?
Gwen: Obviously we had to get the feel of the kiss completely right so we did it six or seven times, it took several hours, lovely!
Mag: And they were paying you to make this movie?
Gwen: Yeah, they were paying me to kiss Will Spearitt and get stuck on an island with Edward Michaels, somebody has to do it!
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Although there is a passionate romance between your character and Will's going on, the two of you don't have a lot of scenes together. What did you do to make sure there was chemistry between the two of you on screen?
Gwen: Will and I went on a date when we found out we were in this movie together. Just to get to know each other really. Because this is about a couple who are willing to die for each other. We talked all night and drank tea. It clicked right away, so there was chemistry. Otherwise we'd have to fake it, laugh.'


Mag: How did you prepare for the kiss with Will at the end?
GS: A lot of studying. Yes, I went around kissing every boy that I could find.
Mag: Are you shy on-camera, or does it come naturally to kiss Will on-camera?
GS: I think it comes naturally to kiss Will anywhere. I had no trouble with kissing him on-camera. He's a good-looking boy, why not?
Mag: How many takes?
GS: That took quite a lot of time, that scene, actually. [Whispers] We kept getting it wrong, isn't that weird? I don't know, maybe five to six, or four to five.
Mag: How many takes were you willing to do?
GS: Lots and lots and lots!
Mag: How was your work with William Spearitt?
GS: We met each other a couple of times before at auditions. He'd get the part or I'd get the part, but we've never worked together. But we'd go out to eat in London. On this film, however, we only worked on four scenes together. Every day he was on set, I was off. We really didn't spend a lot of time together until we shot the scenes where we're together. He's a really, really great guy, and he's a sweetheart.


DJ: You’ve worked with Gwen Stuart, a fairly fine woman.
WS: Fairly fine, I’d say. She’s beautiful!



Gray: Does the director kind of say, “Oh, slip her a bit of tongue”, or do they just kind of play with your mind?
Will: They just…it sort of depends. This is a PG movie and I’m kissing Gwen Stuart so it’s a nice big romantic wet kiss, but nothing too intense, but it sort of depends really, doesn’t it. I suppose it’s more a question of who you’re kissing as opposed to the director, coz the directors gonna go “Yeah sure, you can slip anything you like in!” (laughs) But the actors might have issues…
Gray: This book I have read about acting and kissing say, one of the problems is: “Sometimes, a boy has a very long tongue.” Ladies in the audience thinking what’s the problem?! “Sometimes, a boy has a very long tongue,
and it can make you feel like you can’t breathe.” That’s a problem. What to do? “If his tongue is too long,” and I don’t know how much this book cost, but it’s cheap at any price, “If his tongue is too long, just push him back gently, and whisper Your tongue is too long.”
Will: I wonder what Gwen would’ve said. Sorry love, your tongue’s just too long.

(These interviews taken and messed with from geocities.com/orlanodkeira.com)

The next day I had to fly to New York for interviews. Both us us had to, actually, so I decided to take Ari with me. She didn't have to work and would have ended up spending the day alone, so she was thrilled when I suggested it. Her demeanor changed, however, when Gwen smiled at us from across the room when we got there. "Why is she here?"

I blinked. "She's in the movie as well, love." She didn't say anything as Gwen made her way over to us. Handing me a sheet of paper, I realized she had just come from hair and make-up. "What's this?"

"A list of all the people we will be talking to, the order in which they will be interviewing in, Which ones will be separate, which ones will be paired, and which will be all three of us."

I didn't understand. "All three of us?" She turned and pointed over her shoulder. "Edward!"

He looked up from whatever paper he was reading, a grin spreading over his face. "William! Long time no see." I left Ari and Gwen and made my way over to him. We shook and he smiled as his makeup was being done. "You're looking well."

I nodded, smiling myself. "As are you. I didn't know you were going to be here."

"Neither did I." He shrugged. "I wasn't doing anything anyway." His gaze fell on the tiny "room" where the interviews would be taking place. "How I love interviews."

"I don't really mind them," I said in response to his sarcastic remark.

"That's because you are a piece of meat, young William."

"Excuse me?"

"Women love you."

I laughed. "And you. They love you as well. More I think."

His eyes now went past me. "I would have to disagree." I turned around to see what he was looking at and saw Arianna standing, somewhat nervously, looking around, eventually looking at me. At the same time, Gwen, who was in the middle of a conversation with someone, looked at me and smiled. I smiled and waved, both of them thinking it was only themselves I was waving to. Looking back at Edward, I sighed at his grin. "What a lucky young lad you have turned out to be."

The next day, Will came to see my at my hotel. He wasn't impressed with the room I had, but didn't say anything about it. It was rather small, but it had a little kitchen and the bedroom was in it's own space, separate from the small living room. As he sat in one of the chairs, he sighed. "I think Ari is a bit uncomfortable around you."

I blinked and sat on the couch. "Why?" He only shrugged, then changed the subject.

"I talked with Edward the other night."

"Really?" I smiled. I loved Edward dearly. He had been "star" in the movie Will and I had done together, but he didn't like the term very much. He was somewhat of a recluse which made him all the more appealing to the public, and after this movie came out, people couldn't get enough of him. While filming, he had tried to get Will and I together on occasion, and had been quite protective of me, treating me like a little sister. "How is he?"

Will nodded. "Quite well, apparently. Some entertainment network has nominated him for entertainer of the year."

I stretched out on the couch and giggled. "I'm sure he was pleased with that." Will smirked. "Last time I talked with him was about three weeks ago. I think his wife was sick."

"Well, apparently, she then passed her bug onto the baby, then Edward, and now they're all wonderful."

"Good to hear." Silence settled on us, save the TV that was playing a quiet movie in the corner, and he looked down. "What is it?"

"Well, the movie opens soon. And to be perfectly honest, I'm a little nervous."

I sat up and raised an eyebrow. "What are you nervous about? Will, everyone loves you. You have girls throwing themselves at you on a daily basis. Your face is on almost every cover of every magazine."

"That is precisely the point. What if I let people down?"

At a loss of what to say, I threw a couch pillow at him. He caught it easily and grinned, throwing it back at me. I, unfortunately, was not as quick and it hit he in the head. Grabbing the same pillow, and another, I threw both at him and launched a random pillow fight. It ended with him pinning me on the couch. I squirmed out of his grip and he stretched out beside me. The cushions were barely long enough for both of us, but he didn't seem to care. "Don't worry about letting people down. I'm the one who should worry."

His brows came together as he looked at me. "Why is that?"

"I'm going to get hate mail because I get to kiss you!" He half smiled. "It's true. I'll never have any female fans, which, now that I think of it might not be a bad thing if all my fans are male."

At this, he laughed. "Who knows how well it will do."

I turned on my side so we would fit better. "I think it will do brilliantly."

He turned on his side as well so His back was to me, and we stayed that way for a little while, watching a movie in which I had no real interest. He reached back and grabbed my hand, pulling my arm to drape over his side. When a commercial interrupted the movie, he turned to his other side, hiding his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. I closed my eyes, forgetting everything else in my life. But not for long. I remembered Arianna about the same time he did, and I sat up.

"Would you like something to eat or drink? I could call room service."

He sat up and ran a hand over his hair. "No, I have to get going soon. I have a lot to do today." Standing, he looked anywhere but at me. "What time are you leaving Friday?" I blinked, not able to think. "For Florida...the premier party."

"Oh!" I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts once again. "I want to be down there by noon, so early."

He nodded and went to the door. "Well, if I don't see you before then, I'll see you at the party." He finally looked at me as his hand turned the knob. "Bye..."

"Bye." When he was gone, I collapsed back onto the couch. What was I going to do?

It's not something I was excited to see when I got home from work. Will called me down the hall, and the first person I made eye contact is not the person I expected. She was tall, thin, with long reddish brown hair and full lips. She was beautiful. What was she doing in my house? I looked at Will, questioningly, and he smiled and stood to introduce us. Gwendolyn Stuart. We shook hands and smiled politely at each other, then sat.

Will put his arm around me to rest on the back of the couch, and we made polite conversation. I had seen the movie she and Will had been in, and it was very good. He told me they had had really good chemistry, which made their on-screen relationship relatable, but she hadn't wanted anything to do with him off-screen. If that was true, then why was she here now? Why was she looking at him like that, with her big brown doe eyes?

If I remembered correctly, she was only nineteen. I tried to dismiss her as a friend, but when she stood to leave and Will walked her outside, I stormed into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"Sabrina...What do you know about Gwen Stuart?"

"The actress? Why?"

I hissed. "She was just in my house."

It was a moment before she said anything. "Wasn't she the chick in that movie with Will?"

"Yes..."

"Oh."

"Oh? What does that mean?"

"I don't know. Why do you think she's there?"

I frowned, my eyes on the closed front door. "By the way she was looking at him, nothing good."

"Does she know you're engaged to him?"

"I flashed my ring around enough. Unless she's blind, she should have noticed, and I'm sure Will told her."

"Then, sweety, don't worry. How long is she staying for?"

"Apparently, she has a month vacation, but then she's filming in New York, which Will happily pointed out was only two hours away."

Sabrina sighed in my ear. "Ari, don't stress. You're making this bigger than it really is."

The front door opened and Will came back inside. "I gotta go. I'll call you later." As I hung up the phone, Will came into the kitchen and put his arms around my waist. "That was Sabrina. She says hi." I reached up and laced my fingers together behind his neck.

"So what do you think of her?"

I blinked. "Sabrina? She's my best friend." I grinned and he smiled. "Oh, Gwen."

"Why do you say her name like that?"

"She's nice..."

"But?"

I pouted as I looked up at him. "She devasatingly beautiful."

He shrugged and looked out the window behind me. "I wouldn't say devastatingly..."

"Will!" He grinned and hugged me.

"Don't worry about her. She's just come for a visit. And besides, she didn't want me then, why would she want me now?" I rested my head on his shoulder and inwardly sighed. It was amazing how blind some men could be.

It wasn't long before the front door opened, and a sweet voice called down the hall for Will. My Will. She was on my territory. "Down here." She came around the corner and I almost choked on my tea. Much to my dismay, she was actually very pretty. Will rose to embrace her and I saw she was shorter than he was. She had blonde hair that was cut rather short, and clear hazel eyes. I stood as Will introduced me and she smiled as we shook. I returned the smile, knowing both of us were faking the niceities.

I found out that Arianna was also a bit of an actress....of course she was. She did a few small projects when she was younger, and then tried her hand at a musical career. Country music. Inwardly I laughed, but to her I was most polite and asked questions to which the answers held no real meaning for me.

I glanced at Will a few times while she was talking. Sometimes he watched her talk, sometimes I made eye contact with him, but often his gaze was on the floor. I tried to think of what that could possibly mean, but before I could come up with an answer for myself, Arianna was asking me questions.

"My next project?" I blinked. "Actually, part of it will be filmed in a small sound stage that has been built in upstate New York." This news seemed to please Will, but had the opposite reaction Arianna.

"That's only two hours from here by plane." We shared a smile and Arianna shifted, obviously feeling uncomfortable. For some reason, I felt sorry for her. So I made so excuse about finding a hotel and stood. Both of them stood as well. "You're not really going to a hotel are you?" My sweet Will...

I smiled and nodded. "Of course I am. And please don't offer me a room here. I need the space and room to pace when I'm on the phone."

He grinned, knowingly. "Alright. I won't offer. But if you can't find a decent room, know that you are welcome here." The malice in Arianna's eyes told me different, but I nodded.

"Thank you." I extended a hand again. "Arianna, it was such a pleasure meeting you."

She loosely shook my hand. "You too Gwen." Will kissed her cheek and told her he was going to walk me to my car. Her lips were pursed together as she nodded, then disappeared into another room.

I turned to go and Will lead me down the hall, a hand on my back. He opened the door for me and our walk across the street was slow. "I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to see you."

I leaned against my car and smiled, meeting his gaze evenly. "I've missed you too."

"Ari can be shy, and she doesn't have many friends. I hope you two can become as good of friends as you and I are." If he had slapped me, it may have been less of a shock. All I could do was nod. He opened my car door for me, and I climbed inside numbly. After closing my door, her leaned in through the open window. "Do you have my number here?" Again I nodded. "Good. Please call me if you can't find a good hotel."

I fought to find my voice. "I'm sure I'll be fine, Will." Gripping the steering wheel, I started the car. Before I could drive away, he reached in and grasped one of my hands, bringing my knuckles to his lips.

"Drive safely."

"I will..." My voice shook, and if he noticed it, he said nothing. Backing away from the car, he waved as I drove off. I decided on the first hotel I could find, since searching through tears is not an easy thing to do.

The air is different here. I felt it as soon as I stepped off the plane. It's thicker, somehow, and sticky. And much to warm for my liking. As I entered the airport and went to find my baggage, I passed many reunions, both happy and sad. Something tugged at my heart when I passed the couple kissing. I half daydreamed as I went to wait by the conveyor belt that would soon spit out my luggage.

I tried to imagine WIll's face when he saw me. Maybe he wouldn't know. Maybe I would surprise him somehow. Would his eyes light up when he saw me? Or would he be angry that I have come now, when it was too late for us to be together.

I must have watched my bags pass me three times before I realized they were mine. I grabbed them and went outside to find a taxi. I went, then, to a car rental place and payed a ridiculous amount of money for a small car for a few weeks. The man who owned the place was nice enough, looking up direction to Will's house on the internet and printing them out for me.

So now here I sit in my rented car, the smell of cigarette smoke nearly strangling me. I haven't even left the parkinglot, but my heart won't stop racing. I force myself to step on the gas, then nearly hit someone before I realize that I have to drive on the other side of the road.

It isn't long before I find the street he lives on. It doesn't surprise me to see the quaint houses all next to each other, looking like it was a street stolen from a movie set in Perfectville. But which house was his? I glanced at my paper as I slowed. I looked at the golden metal numbers on the houses and saw that Will must live close by. I didn't actually see him until I passed him. He was painting his mailbox.

I drove to the end of the street and turned around. When I found him again and had parked across the street, he was talking to some of his neigbhors. I got out and closed the door behind me, then folded my hands and watched him as he conversed. His soothing voice drifted to me on the slight breeze, brining a warm feeling to me. He carried the same english accent I did and it felt good to hear. The slight mustache and goatee he had when we last saw each other were gone. His longish hair was cut somewhat shorter and full of curls. I smiled to myself, realizing he still looked as handsome as ever.

He laughed and my heart jumped. He talked with his hands, and those he was talking to backed away slightly so as not to be assaulted by his paint brush. It was then he turned to glance at the stranger across the street. Upon first look he dismissed me. But a second look halted his speech. The two others turned to look at me as well, then back to him. His face wore an expression of confusion. "Gwen?" Confusion melted into excitement and he dropped his brush. "Gwen!"

We ran to meet each other in the middle of the street. As our arms encircled each other, he lifted me easily and spun me around. When my feet were on the ground again, I laughed. "What are you doing here?" His eyes were so happy to see me, which only added to my excitement.

"I've come to see you for my vacation. I have almost a month before I start working again and I missed you." He hugged me again, tightly. "It's so good to see you Will."

"It is good to see you as well." His friends had moved on, leaving us alone. "Come, let's get out of the road." I laced my fingers with his as we headed for the sidewalk. I looked at him sideways and smiled.

"It is good to hear that living in the states for so long has not robbed you of the correct way to speak."

He grinned and shook his head. "Never." Once we were on the sidewalk, he looked me over. "You look fantastic, though still entirely to thin."

I smiled. "I had to lose a little weight for this next movie."

This caused him to frown. "Gwen, you are perfect the way you are. Don't let making movies depict how you eat or live your life." We stared at each other then, lost in the happiness of seeing each other again. But the magic was soon dispelled. "I'm engaged."

I forced a smile and nodded. "So I hear."

He smiled and fidgeted. "She isn't home yet, but I'd love for you to meet her."

"Of course."

So now I sit in his home, drinking tea and catching up on old times. Everything is nicely decorated, by her I would assume. When he speaks if her, he lights up the way I had hoped he would light up for me. Dread fills me more with every loving thing he says about her.

Soon she'll be home, he assures me. Good. Let's get this meeting over with.

I haven't been able to stop thinking of him since we stopped filming. I should have accepted his offer of "getting to know each other better" when he first suggested it. What was I thinking to decline with such haste? I must have not been really listening or seeing him for who I soon found out he was. How could I say no to those soft brown eyes and his velvet voice and his smile...his smile. How I miss that smile.

While we were filming this movie, that smile was something I looked forward to seeing each and everyday. But still I tried to distance myself from him. What a fool I was. What a fool I still must be. I am on a plane, shaking with anticipation as I get closer to the states. Closer to him once again.

It has been almost a year since we have seen each other. My Will I used to call him. He would smile when I said it, for I knew that is what he truly wished to be. Mine. And he would call me Lady Gwendolyn or just Gwen.

He called me months ago when I was just moving into my new flat. He told me that he had been thinking about me and wanted to give his well wishes to my newly found independence from my Mother and Father. We talked for hours, about anything and everything we could. And when we hung up, I was surprised to find a longing to hear his voice for longer still. It was that very day that I realized how much I felt for Will.

I called to tell him I was visiting the states, but not openly tell him it was he that I was excited to see once again. But to my dismay, a woman answered the phone. A woman I soon found out to be his girlfriend. His fiance.

I never got to talk to Will before I left my home. Despite this new wrinkle, I have still decided that I must see him. I must know for myself that he is happy...without me. And if that is so, then I will leave and be happy with the friendship we have.

But I must know he is happy.