#novakcas

Okay, so I had to twist this AU slightly to make it work better, because I couldn’t wrap my head around how in the hell this was going to end with them hooking up. Also, I was planning to do this with the roles reversed from what they are here, but I didn’t… and it might be a little ooc… but if I switch it I actually think it makes less sense? Whatever. I’ll shut up now. Hope you like it :)

“The conceptfor the show is really quite simple,” the producer said. The guy hit all theproducer clichés –jeans too tight, black t-shirt too tight, scragglybeard/goatee hybrid, mop of brown lightly gelled and styled hair. Mickeyshifted restlessly in his spot, not really caring what the show was about, justglad the company didn’t check records when hiring cameramen. “We’re going towalk through the streets of Chicago and the goal is to get as many people toheckle us as possible.”

           Mickey blinked. Almost everyone inthe crowd just did a double take, staring at the producer as if he had snortedtoo much coke. Which, in all probability, he had. “That’s right. These twolovebirds over here” –he gestured to a girl in a pink dress and a guy in asweater vest– “are actors we have hired to pretend to be on a date. We’re goingto march down the street following them, network jackets on, and see how manypeople we can get to yell at us.”

           “That’s the show?” Mickey asked.

           The producer smiled. “No. That’s notthe show. It’s a publicity stunt for the real show. But it’s going to be adamned good one.” The producer paused, smiled, and then clapped his handstogether. “Let’s get going people!”

           And, although Mickey had no idea howgetting a bunch of people to yell at them was a publicity stunt, much less a “damnedgood one”, he followed the rest of the cast and crew out of the building andinto the Chicago streets.

“What the fuck,”Ian breathed out. He sat on the front porch of his house, smoking a cigarette,and watched as a veritable parade of TV cameras walked towards them. “Was theresome kind of notice?” he called.

           Fiona came out on the deck, lookedtowards the crew, and said, “I didn’t get one.”

           The camera crew came closer,following a couple who walked hand in hand. The girl was curled into the guy’sshoulder, looking terrified to be in a such a bad neighbourhood. Something Ianthought she was damn smart for doing even if she was an idiot to be on areality TV show. He glanced at the cameramen’s jackets and swore at the sightof the logo. The logo of a half-assed, pro “traditional marriage” network.

           Standing, Ian tossed his half-fullbeer can towards the couple. It hit the guy in the back and as he turned,Ian  shouted, “You can’t fucking shoothere!”

           The guy flipped him off and thenwrapped his arm back around the girl. Ian spit and then let his eyes traveldown the line of crew members. One of them, a guy with black hair who wasvaguely recognizable, was pointing the camera straight at him. Ian flipped himoff. The cameraman turned away with a smile. Ian bristled.

           “I’m going to follow them,” he said.Fiona protested, but Ian was already down the steps and running after them.

Mickey triedvery hard to keep his camera trained on the couple in front of him. After all,the point was to tape them and get the hecklers on the mics. But he had pickedup a very attractive –and very pissed– heckler three streets back and it wasbetter to look through the camera at him than at the sickening couple walkingin front of him.

           “FUCKING ASSHOLES!” the redheadyelled. “GO ON A DATE DOWNTOWN LIKE A REAL FUCKING REALITY SHOW!”

           Mickey stifled a laugh. The coupledidn’t even flinch.

           “Tape change.”

           Mickey stopped with the rest of thecrew to set down his camera and, for once, was free of the voice of theheckler. He glanced back at him as he pulled the tape from his camera and foundthe redhead leaning against the nearest building, lighting a cigarette. Mickeysmiled even as the redhead flipped him off.

           “We got lucky,” Iggy said. Mickeyglanced at him and Iggy gestured towards the redhead. “Only heckler out here.Only person brave enough to yell at TV cameras.”

           Mickey shrugged. “Think he’s enoughmaterial for the promo?”

           Iggy shrugged. “They can alter hisvoice. Make it sound like he’s more than one person. Yeah, I think another fewhours and he’ll be good.”

           Mickey finished changing out histapes and got the camera back on his shoulder. As soon as the director yelled, “Action!”the heckler got to work again.

Ian was damnedtired near the end of the day when the crew finally seemed to be wrapping. Hewas standing up against a brick building somewhere far enough south that evenhe was starting to worry about getting shot. He dropped the butt of his lastcigarette onto the ground and ground it out with his heel.

           “ACTION!”

           The couple looked at each otherlovingly. They were standing in front of a run-down motel, the kind that rentsby the hour. Apparently it was where the company had put up the girls in thecompetition. Fucking assholes.

           “If this is goodnight then,” the guystammered and swallowed to clear his throat. Ian rolled his eyes. “Then can Ikiss you?”

           “BOO!” Ian shouted. “It’s not a realSouthside date unless you fuck!”

           He heard the cameraman laugh infront of him. He looked down and the camera was on him again. He glared at thelens and almost missed the couple kissing. When he looked up and caught them, hecalled, “YOU CALL THAT KISSING? I’VE KISSED GIRLS WITH MORE PASSION THAN THAT!”

           They pulled away from each other andslowly walked away, their hands straining to keep hold of each other. “BOO!BOO!” Ian yelled. “This is so fucking fake you fake fucks! Is this a realityshow or another scripted piece of shit? BOO!”

           “THAT’S A WRAP!”

           The cameraman in front of Ian puthis camera down, a smile still on his face. Ian glared at him for a momentlonger before turning away and starting to walk back home.

“Hey, can youbring this back for me?” Mickey asked.

           Iggy turned to him and said, “Sure.Why?”

           “I’m going to find our heckler.”

           Iggy smiled. “Good luck. Andremember. It’s not a Southside date unless you-”

           “Fuck you.”

           Iggy shrugged and Mickey flipped himoff. He headed down the street, jogging lightly to see if he could find therude redhead. Several blocks down he found him walking with his shouldershunched and head down.

           “Hey!” Mickey shouted.

           The redhead didn’t even flinch.

           Mickey caught up to him and said, “Hey,asshole.”

           The redhead looked up and winced. “What?You gonna give me a hard time for ruining your shoot?” He only paused longenough to breathe and not to give Mickey a chance to explain. “You should beashamed working for those homophobic assholes. They spew reality crap like thisfrom their asses. Hire actors. Script the whole thing. Pretend people arereally falling in love in all these crazy situations. Fuck them. Fuck you. I’llyell at whoever the fuck I want.”

           Mickey couldn’t and didn’t want tostifle his smile.

           “What?” the redhead snapped.

           “The purpose of the shoot was to getpeople to yell at us.”

           “What?”

           “It’s called ‘Dating Under Fire’.That was just the promo shoot, so just asshole actors, but the entire conceptis that we’re going to hire a whole bunch of people to heckle a couple as theydate and see if they can make it through that.”

           The redhead blinked. “So I helpedyou?”

           Mickey shrugged. “You’re the onlyreason the shoot was a success.”

           “Fuck.”

           Mickey laughed.

           “Fuck. Here I was thinking I wassome crusader against assholes and I was just helping them out. Fuck. Ruined myfucking day.”

           “Sorry.”

           “Fuck off.”

           Mickey was silent for a moment butkept pace with the heckler. “It’s still kinda early,” he said. “The day couldstill turn around.”

           Sea blue eyes glanced down at him. “Yeah?How? You gonna tell me that I can set the place on fire to help the shoot?”

           “I was thinking we could go out,”Mickey said. The redhead raised an eyebrow. Mickey shrugged. “We could even doit Southside style.”

           The heckler laughed. “I don’tactually put out on the first date.”

           “Too bad. I was looking forward toit.”

           The look Mickey got was pure heatrunning down his body like dribbling wax. The heckler cleared his throat andsaid, “What about pizza?”

           “I could do pizza.”

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23. fear(s) being left alone, talking to strangers, bees, jellyfishes, bugs, crowds

28. i’ll love you if… you’ll laugh at my jokes and watch movies with me and stroke my hair

15. personality description uhh im a very calm person and i try my best to help everyone, im shy and i try v hard to be always nice. i smile a lot and i giggle a lot and i try to be positive all the time. i get anxious a lot and i can freak out easily abt anything. i get attached very easily. im nice. i make a lot of stupid jokes. im a hugger. im v self conscious.

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