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my hands up in the air and storm out of his trailer.
I just need a second, and with him, I’m never allowed it. It’s always something
with him: his sandwich is too small, his socks are too big, his trailer is too
cold, his shirt is too thick, his naturally decaffeinated tea isn’t
caffeinated.
     
    This is not at all what I signed up for. I knew the hours
would be long, as sometimes a P.A. is on set for over sixty-five hours a week,
but this is just bitch work. I’m a serious, dedicated person who is being
forced to carry around a thermometer so that I can make sure the temperature of
his protein shake is exactly 46.4 degrees Fahrenheit, because apparently if the
water is too warm, it’ll denature the amino acids.
     
    And…he thinks it’s crazy that I know how they decaffeinate
tea.
     
    “You’re coming to my workout with me.” He leans his head out
of the doorway and catches me kicking the stones on the ground.
    “Nope.” I sarcastically smile up at him.
    “That wasn’t a question, Caroline.”
     
    He tosses me a hoodie, and shuts the door behind him.
     
    The gym they set up for his training is across the studio
lot. Most people take the golf carts, but I’m from New York, and honestly, I
miss the walking. California people drive too much. Johnny doesn’t argue with
me, as he’s coming up with any way to stay active every second of every day.
     
    It’s kind of annoying. He’ll just stop what he’s doing, even
if he’s in the middle of a sentence, pull off his shirt, and start doing push
ups. I’m not stupid: I know he doesn’t need to take off his shirt to do push
ups-he’s doing that just to make me stare.
     
    Which I do.
     
    “Have you ever watched MMA?” He casually tries to make
conversation.
    “I’ve seen bits and pieces at bars, but I’m not an avid
follower.”
     
    We walk a few more steps in silence, before he begins to illuminate
me, very passionately, I might add. I quickly ask if it’s something I really
need to know, to which he replies, “yes.”
     
    He explains to me that there are three fundamental aspects to
MMA fighting: Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, Wrestling, and Shoot-Boxing. He tells me
that he’s boxed before, and wrestled in high school, but Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, is
pretty new to him.
     
    “So you’ve wrestled and you were a marine? You have quite a
bit in common with this character.”
    Johnny stops quickly and looks at me. “How did you know I
was a marine?”
     
    Awesome. Good going, Caroline. I can’t very welltell him that I was up until four in the morning
stalking his IMDB page.
     
    “I must have heard that somewhere.”
    He eyes me suspiciously, as I’m an absolutely terrible liar.
“Interesting.”
    “Oh look, we’re at the gym.” I awkwardly announce to try and
rapidly change the subject.
     
    Johnny then explains to me that Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, or BJJ,
is a form of martial arts that focuses on finding weak spots on your opponent
to incapacitate them. It’s main lesson is that it doesn’t matter who is bigger
or who is smaller: by using the proper techniques, leverage, and getting the
fight to the ground as fast as possible, a weaker person has a very good chance
of winning.
     
    “Now to show you how it’s done.” He winks at me as he takes
off his shirt, again, and jumps into the ring with his trainer.
     
    Okay, now here’s the issue;I
hate him so much, but the man is freaking beautiful. I don’t know how they
expect him to get any bigger over the next four and a half months, because
right now, he is practically a God. His hair is a light brown and he wears it a
little longer so it falls into his face. It also has streaks of blonde, as if
he spends his days surfing. Actually, I wouldn’t doubt that information if it
were presented to me as a fact. The boy could totally be a surfer. Hehas these dark brown irises that practically fade
into his pupils. It’s actually startling when you first see it in person, but
once you know what to