Will the Real Abi Sanders Please Stand Up? by Sara Hantz

Tilly.
    “I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he calls out. “And not trying to get as far away from me as possible.”
    I can’t just disappear. Not now. He deserves an explanation. I begin to walk back to where he’s standing.
    “S-s-sorry,” I say, when I get within a couple of feet of him. “I’m…”
    “Not. Tilly,” he says deliberately, his jaw dropping in the process. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. From behind, you look just like her. The front, too. It’s ridiculous, I’m sorry.”
    Could he be any nicer, apologizing like that to me? How lucky is Tilly having him as her boyfriend?
    “I-I’m Abi. Tilly’s double.”
    “The likeness is uncanny. I’d never have known if it wasn’t for your st…umm… voice.”
    Yeah, I get it. My stutter. How embarrassing. But at least he corrected himself and didn’t actually say it. That’s more than a lot of people have done in the past.
    “Oh.” I force my hands to remain by my side and not fly up to my cheeks which are radiating heat.
    “Tilly’s mentioned you.”
    “Oh.” That’s just great. Now Tilly’s gossiping about me.
    “Don’t look so worried. She hasn’t said anything awful, like she thinks you’re an axe-murderer. Just that you’re her double and doing a good job.” A lazy smile crosses his face, and my heart skips a beat.
    Is he serious? Tilly’s praising me to… to…whoever he is. Maybe I misjudged her. Or maybe I don’t figure enough in her life for her to think about me away from the set.
    “Oh.”
    “ Oh. Is that the full extent of your vocabulary?” He laughs, and two little dimples appear in his cheeks. “I’m Jon, by the way, Tilly’s boyfriend.” He frowns ever so slightly. “Long distance, most of the time.” His gorgeous blue eyes cloud over and look all wistful, and the dimples disappear.
    Then it clicks. Jon Redcliffe. How could I have not recognized him sooner? Though, in my defense, he’s just started breaking out in Hollywood, and in his last movie he was covered in alien goo for most of it.
    I remember seeing pictures of him with Tilly on People.com and Radar Online, but he’s much cuter in real life. I love the way his dark hair curls around his ears. And his eyes are so blue it’s like they’re tinted contacts. He’s shorter than I thought he’d be, but that’s okay—he’s still taller than me. His accent is to die for, British with a hint of American on some words. Of course he’s with Tilly, and I’d never have a chance with someone like him. Guys that hot don’t give me a second look. Even if I am interested. Which I’m not.
    Well, I could be. Who wouldn’t if the chance arose?
    I can’t wait to tell Liv about him.
    “Oh.” Abi. Get a grip . “I-I mean, that’s a shame. I suppose it must be hard to get away from work when she’s on the other side of the world.”
    “We’re used to it. It’s okay if we’re working on the same movie.”
    “Are you going to be working on our movie then?”
    “No. I’m between jobs at the moment. Thought I’d fly out to surprise Tilly. I arrived last night.”
    So, now we know what she was doing all night. My head’s full of images of him and Tilly in her hotel room, making enough noise to alert the staff and set off the local gossip chain, and my face flushes at the thought. Crap. Let’s hope he’s not a mind-reader.
    Desperate to find something to say, to take my mind off him and Tilly, I run through in my mind the movies he’s been in and remember the most recent one. “I remember you in Lani Goes West . You played Harry, the bad guy. Loved that movie.”
    “You got it.” He flashes a perfect movie star smile. Not that I’d expect anything else.
    Thank goodness I was right about him as Harry. Some of these movie stars are so touchy about their work, and if he starts moaning about me to Tilly…well, that would be all I need.
    “It’s my favorite out of all of Tilly’s movies.”
    “You’ve seen them all?”