"Wow, this is so cool!" Even though this was her sister's third movie, Clem didn't think she'd ever get used to the thrill of being on an actual set. Not that this was a "set," per se. They were filming on location, in a house in Hancock Park, one of Los Angeles' oldest and most established enclaves.

There were cables going all over the place, and too many lights to count, not to mention all of the cameras and sound equipment. People wandered everywhere, and Clem wondered how much the owners of the house were being paid to let the studio use it in this way.

Hyacinth smiled at her sister's exuberance as she led her around, introducing her to people and showing her where she'd be filming that day. And finally, they wound up in front of a trailer with the initials "JD-E" in taped on letters on the door.

Hyacinth knocked, and it was opened moments later by John himself.

Clem told herself to try not to look star-struck or loopy in any way, but she wasn't sure how successful she was.

"Hyacinth, hello," he said holding the door open so Hyacinth and Clem could enter. "Please, have a seat. Want anything to drink?"

Both girls shook their heads as Clem tried not to stare.

John was beautiful. His hair was curly brown perfection, and his light brown eyes were just about the same color as his skin, which would've made him striking, even without his perfect jawline, dimple and eyelashes. He was so tall, he seemed to dwarf the space he was in, though of course the trailer wasn't huge. Broad shoulders tapered to a perfectly flat and toned stomach and slender hips that would almost have been called skinny had he not been so perfectly proportioned.

Clem swallowed and tore her eyes away from his form, looking around the interior of the trailer while she listened to her sister and John exchange pleasantries.

"Oh, and John, this is my twin sister, Clem," Hyacinth said, gesturing to where Clem sat.

"What a pleasure to meet you," John said warmly, holding out a hand to shake, dwarfing Clem's much smaller one with his own. "I've heard Hy talk about you, of course, so it's nice to put a face to the name."

"Well, I'm really happy to meet you as well," Clem responded, hoping she didn't sound as gawky and inept as she felt. She looked around the trailer. "You have a lot of books," she said. She wondered after she said it if she sounded stupid. It was obvious he had a lot of books, wasn't it? They were all over the place.

"Yes, I like to read, and I'm finding that so much of making a movie is just sitting around and waiting, you know?" he answered smoothly, smiling his world-famous smile, dimple popping.

"You also have some really exquisite pencil drawings," Clem enthused. This surprised her, as she was under the impression that trailers were usually crowded and temporary, certainly not decorated in any way.

"Clem's a lit major at UCLA, I don't remember if I told you that already," Hyacinth said, smiling with pride. "She also loves to draw, and is quite the artist. She got all of the creative genes, I think."

John shook his head. "No, I didn't know that. What kinds of things are you reading? And what do you draw?"

"I'm like you, I like to read, I'll read pretty much anything I can get my hands on," Clem answered. "And I sketch whatever catches my imagination at the time. I'm not much good."

Hyacinth shook her head. "She's wrong, she's amazing. And my mom's so happy that at least one of us likes to read."

John looked at Hyacinth in surprise. "You don't like to read?"

Hyacinth shook her head again. "Never have, unless it's Vogue or or a script or something. No, Clem's the reader in our family."

Clem could feel John looking at her with more interest. "I've found that, with the advent of the cellphone and social media, not many people read actual books anymore, you know?"

Clem nodded. "I love them, how they feel, how they smell."

John smiled, pleased. "Me too! I do have a Kindle, too, but it's only a last resort."

Clem gestured to where the four little drawings were grouped together on the walls. "Do you mind if I take a closer look?"

John shook his head. "Please. I love those drawings, I take them with me wherever I go so I can have the pleasure of looking at them."

The drawings, no more than 8 x 10 each, were framed together, depictions of the same landscape in each of the four seasons.

"These are stunning," Clem said, turning to speak to John. "I wish I could draw like this."

"Yes, they're done by a British artist I quite like. She does water colors as well, I have a few in my house."

Someone stuck their head in the trailer. "Ten minutes, John. Oh, and Hy, you too."

"Thanks, mate," John responded, stretching his long legs out to rise. "I guess we'd better go, then?"

Hyacinth nodded, rising also. "Now you can see how boring this really is," she said to Clem.

They headed into the house with their scripts, going over what they were going to do in the following scene.

*

John was enjoying watching Hyacinth's sister, Clem. Her enthusiasm over every little part of the movie making process was contagious, and he was grateful for the reminder that he should try to enjoy himself, not just think of it as a never ending chore. Her lovely brown eyes lit up when the director and DP arrived on set, and her glossy ponytail swung two and fro, in constant motion as she turned to look at first one fascinating thing then another.

He and Hyacinth went through the scene a few times, blocking it and making sure the lighting was right. Light was tricky on a location set, where things like sunlight had to be taken into account. He was grateful Hy was a true professional, explaining things John didn't know without being obnoxious.

"We ready?" Ron, the director, asked from his chair behind and slightly to the left of the camera.

He had Hyacinth and John run the scene once, then gave notes and had them run it again, trying to bring out little nuances of the dialogue in different ways. John watched Clem between takes, taking it all in. She looked flatteringly star-struck, and he knew that this was at least in part due to his presence. John was used to being surrounded by star-struck girls, of course, but usually they were in groups, clamoring for selfies or hugs.

Clem seemed content to just sit and watch him do his thing, which was refreshing and nice.

John wondered as he waited for the lights to be reset if there was ever any jealousy between the sisters. Hyacinth did seem to have gotten the lion's share of luck as far as genetics; she was the leggy, glamor-girl blonde with the blue eyes and figure to die for. Clem was shorter, and to the casual observer the more plain of the twins for sure. However, John was no casual observer, and he was drawn again and again to her large brown eyes and shining hair. He'd spent what felt like a lifetime in the company of girls, and had burned hours pondering what made some worth pursuing and some not worth his time at all.

"Nice take," Hyacinth complimented him. "I really felt like you were remembering, you know?"

"Thanks," he responded, smiling.

Hyacinth smiled back.

They took a break and wandered over to where Clem was watching.

"Well? Are you bored out of your mind yet?" John asked teasingly.

Clem smiled her denial, and John realized that she and Hyacinth shared the same smile, in this respect looking like the sisters they were.

"Are you kidding? I'm a lowly college student, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me in months," Clem told him.

"All I know is my mum came a couple of weeks ago to watch for a bit, and she was off shopping after just a few hours," John joked. "Not even the fact that it was her one and only son in his acting debut could keep her on set."

"Well, not me. I'm having a great time."

"Smashing," John replied. "Happy you're enjoying yourself."

"John?" Hyacinth interjected. "Are you going to the gallery opening this Friday? I know the studio people wanted us to go together—? You know they're trying to 'encourage' a relationship between us and everything, right?"

John grinned. "Oh, yes, I hear about it from my publicist almost daily. I hope you don't feel pressured?"

Hyacinth shook her head. "No. But I do think it would be fun to go to the opening, don't you? Very glamorous." She turned apologetically to her sister. "Sorry to talk shop in front of you, especially something you won't be attending—"

John interrupted before Clem could say anything. "Why can't she come?" he asked, looking between Clem and Hyacinth. "There's plenty of room in the car, it's not like we have tickets or anything, right? And I'd think a budding artist such as your sister would enjoy seeing all of the artwork, glamor aside."

Hyacinth considered. "I suppose so. You want to come, Clem?" she asked her sister.

"I'd love to, if I wouldn't be in the way," Clem responded uncertainly. John saw her looking at her sister, as if looking for cues as to how she should respond.

"Please, you're quiet as a mouse, you'd never be in the way," John answered.

"So it's settled, then? I'll call for both of you at Hy's house around six o'clock, how does that sound?" John looked back and forth between the sisters.

"Sounds like a plan," Hyacinth answered for both of them. "We'll be ready with bells on."

"Brilliant," John said.

"Places on set," someone called.

John and Hyacinth took their places and prepared to go through the scene yet again.