Behind the Scenes

With the traffic in Toronto, it took about twenty minutes to cross town, but that's small dice compared to the Los Angeles traffic I'd been dealing with for the filming of Freakish. I turned on the radio to help pass my time in the car.

Third-Eye Blind's "Semi-Charmed Life" blasted through my speakers. When I was in LA, Leo (Howard) offered to install sub-woofers into my itty bitty Malibu's sound system. I agreed, albeit reluctantly, but it was one of the smartest things I have done.

I put "installing subs" on a top fifty list of things every young adult must do before settling down.

The bass reverberated through my legs from under my seat. I pulled up at a stoplight and took a glance at the car next to me. It was seven at night and many thirty-somes were on their way home for the night.

There was a couple looking at me disgustingly as the song changed to "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed.

Gosh darn kids and their rambunctious music tastes. They are destroying our country.

I could practically feel the judgement radiating off the couple's car.

Thankfully, the light turned green and I sped off quicker than I normally do. I think LA impacted the way I drive.

I was singing at the top of my lungs, smiling as I pulled into the parking lot of Munro's apartment building. I turned down the volume and gathered my jacket onto one forearm before turning the key and retreating from the vehicle.

I walked to the front of the building, opened the main door, and climbed two flights of stairs until I reached apartment 312. I knocked on the dark brown door and waited for the handsome man to invite me inside.

It was about thirty seconds before he showed up, out of breath.

"Hard at work, are we?" I asked, stepping through the space he left for me between the door jamb and his body.

"My space had to be tidy for a princess such as yourself," he replied, shutting the door. He then turned to me and held his arms out for a hug.

I walked into the warmth of his embrace. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as his grip lingered longer than typical.

"How are you?" he asked, chin resting atop my head.

"Pretty well, actually. Better now that I'm here though. What about you?" I responded, ear rested against his chest.

"I'm doing pretty fine myself," he released my body, but took hold of my hand, pulling me toward the rust-red atrocity he called a couch. He sat down on the left, crossing one knee over the other, leaning to face toward me. I was left to sit on the right. I sat, then pulled my feet up under myself, both to the right, allowing myself to face toward him as well.

"How was filming?" he asked, looking at me intently.

"It was fine, busy though. And very strange not knowing anyone," I replied. "Also, there's no guarantee there will be a second season, so it's Heroes Reborn all over again," I continued ranting.

"You died again, didn't you?" he hit the nail on the head.

"I'm typecast, Munro! You can't tell me any differently. Natalie was basically the same person as Clare, except in a zombie-infested school instead of drama," I said, exasperated.

"No, you're not. You just fit better into those roles. You audition better for those roles," he said calmly. "You are a valuable actress. And you just brought up Heroes, you were the villain! A badass villain in that one." I wasn't looking at him anymore. He was making good points, and reminding me that he watches everything that I am in. He's such a good friend. I kind of hated him for it. His finger slipped under my chin, directing me to look at him; his green eyes were twinkling at me.

"Come on, blue eyes, admit it, I'm right," he said cockily.

"I missed you," I said simply, not giving in, but also not being stubborn.

"I missed you, too, Aislinn," he said, moving his hand down to mine and squeezing it.