Never Be Alone #justwriteit

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I promise that one day I'll be around
I'll keep you safe
I'll keep you sound
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"We can be together! I'll try harder, I promise. We'll be with one another all the time! We'll be happy!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face as he turned away from me. I flung my arms around him. "Please, Trevor! Don't leave me! I can make you happy and it will be perfect because we love each other. We love each other so much! Please!" He turned back to me and I could tell he could see the hope filling my eyes. "I'm sorry, Jenny. I love her more." I collapsed, crying at his feet. "Goodbye Jenny," he whispered. Sobs racked my body as I watched him walk away. Walk away from me. Walk away from us.

"And that's a wrap! Great job you guys! We're now officially done filming." I cheered with the rest of the cast and crew as I made my way to my feet and wiped the tears and smudged makeup from my face. I walked over to "Trevor". "Great job out there kiddo." he said wrapping his arms around me. "Thanks Lance. You too." He pulled back and smiled at me.

I guess I better explain what's happening. My name is Zoe Spritz. I am an actress. We were currently shooting my newest movie, Handwritten. A romance, as you might have guessed. My good friend, Lance, plays Trevor. We had grown very close over the course of filming and constantly disrupted scenes, giggling due to the awkward situations we were repeatedly put in.

Some members of the crew decided that we should to throw a party to celebrate. Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy were blasting through the speakers and we were all just messing around. Lance grabbed my hand and we began to spin around the spin around the set. We were fine until I decided that I wanted to be in control, and attempted to dip Lance.

You see, I'm a relatively small girl and not that strong, so I dropped him immediately. As he collided with the floor I just stared. He looked up at me and with a glare, and I was in hysterics. He looked kind of like a pissed off kitten. Lance may be a big guy, but he was so frickin' adorable, I just couldn't stand it.

"Your face," I was able to gasp out between laughter. He tried to glare but just ended up joining in my laughter. "You," he said, pointing to me, "Are a complete asshole." I giggled, and then I noticed the mischievous gleam in his eye. "Crap," I muttered as he began to rise.

He reached for me as I jumped out of the way with a squeak, then turned and sprinted away. Weaving through the equipment, I stealthily avoided him. I was like a mother freaking ninja. As we darted around the studio, we received a number of strange looks directed towards us.

I shoved my way through a few innocent bystanders while muttering apologies. They just chuckled and brushed it off. Lance was snickering as he attempted to weave through the poor people. Seeing as I was much smaller, I had had no trouble making it out. Lance on the other hand...well he just looked like a giraffe in Times Square.

(Trust me I've seen it before)

I scrambled up the stair leading to the catwalk that wrapped around the room. Lance looked at me haplessly and flipped me off with a call of "I'll get you Spritz! Mark my words!" I blew him a kiss, and sat down.

I was still in my costume from the scene. It was quite uncomfortable; consisting of a corset meant for a Barbie doll, shoes that pinched my feet so that I was sure to have terrible blisters when I took them off, and dress that made me feel like a freaking cupcake.

I pulled off the shoes and set them down beside me with a glare. Stupid skin abusing, piece of crap. I pulled my phone out from the pocket hidden in the dresses frills, and checked the time. 10 o'clock...in the evening. I was exhausted.

Dialing the familiar number, I waited for the soothing voice to reach my ears. "Hello?" a deep voice said. "Der-bear." I squeaked. I heard him give an exasperated sigh.

"Hello Zozeboo. What's up?"

"No much bro-chowski. Just finished filming. You?"

"That's great! I'm just hanging with a friend," There was a pause, "Not to be rude, but why are you calling this late?"

I laughed. "Sorry for the inconvenience, but could you pick me up from the studio?" I heard him sigh.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"You're an angel. Bye Der-Bear. See you in 20. Kisses" He grumbled before I heard the beep signaling the end of the call.

Derek is my brother. He lives with me in my apartment and is the absolute best brother ever.

I pushed myself back up, using the railing and grabbed my shoes, heading towards the stairs. As I clambered down, Lance broke out of the crowd. "I'm heading home in 20. Derek's me up." He nodded.

"Dexter is coming home tomorrow so I have to clean up the flat. I'm going to head out now. Sure you'll be good 'til Derek comes?" I nodded. Lance was a worrywart. It was a part of who he is. Also, Dexter is his boyfriend of three years. He had just been in Dublin visiting his family.

I knew Lance was proposing to him as soon as he got home. 'Clean up' meant get everything ready and perfect. Dexter had become a good friend of mine over the course of filming the movie and I loved him.

He was always so bubbly and happy. He really was fantastic.

Lance waved to me as he headed towards the change rooms. I smiled and waved back. Once I was 'alone' (as in I had no friends) I walked over to Millie. She was the makeup artist and was absolutely brilliant. I loved her. She was like a mother to me.

She was a very talented and intelligent woman. When she saw me, she began to fuss over me. Apparently I looked like a zombie that had been dragged along country roads by a pickup truck that was spilling mass amounts of sewer water on top of me...she exaggerated a lot. Like A LOT.

When she finished with me, I headed to my change room and stepped out of my horribly uncomfortable costume. I pulled on my tank top and shorts. My phone buzzed on the table and I reached for it. I glanced at Derek's name and couldn't be bothered to actually read the text. Most likely he was just saying that he was outside, waiting.

I grabbed my bag and headed out to meet him.

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Hello loves. This is my entry for the Just Write It challenge. This story will be approximately 10 parts or less and will be my first completed story on Wattpad...I think that's all. Love you! Kisses :*
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