ZANDER
“I don’t know how to act!” I yell at Alex who is sitting on the edge of my mattress, gripping his hair. My hair. I am watching my own body curling in frustration. God, this will never not be weird. “Call in sick.”
“I can’t! An entire production team is depending on me. I’m the lead actor for god’s sake!” He screams, which is, wow. Understandable, given our situation. But I’m as freaked out as he is, and it’s not like I wanted this s**t to happen.
“WHAT AM I EVEN GONNA DO THERE?!” I scream back. “I have no f*****g idea what you’re filming. I can’t even fake a smile. How the hell am I supposed to fake being a whole other person? Two, counting your character!”
“I don’t know,” he replies, letting his head - my head - drop. Then he leans back and lets his body fall onto the bed. Have
