Pete One-Shots

Game. Set. Match. (Part 1 of 2)

We were both on the set of Pete's new movie Changing of Times. He had read the script about a couple who had dated for a long time and slowly lost touch with each other, eventually finding love else where. Don't ask me why, but he had put on his casting shoes and decided to use me as the girlfriend he eventually fell out of love with. Let's just bear in mind the only thing I usually do on TV is small roles or background acting. Simply because it was flexible with my time and they paid the bills. Also how I happened to meet Pete when I had a background role on a skit on SNL.

Those were some very nice days for my memory bank. Especially when Pete took me to his dressing room and we did some...things.

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"Happy two years babe" I smiled as I raised my beer bottle to clink it with the man beside me. The one, the only. Pete Davidson. He laughed then looked at me as he licked his lips and quickly leaned over and gently kissed me. No we weren't at some fancy restaurant, I felt awkward in them. No we weren't at some local bar either, we never got the time and luxury to scope one out. At the moment we were both sitting in Pete's trailer watching a re-run of Friends, in particular, "The One in Vegas". 

I pulled his hand in mine and squeezed it as I looked over at him and smiled. This was nice. I liked that Pete was very into the girls he dated. Practically gave them his all and his attention and affection should be noted by some guys. I guess I was lucky enough to be experiencing this with him. 

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I looked over at Pete who was getting his makeup done. He had his hair out of his face in a headband as the girl was brushing his face. They were immersed in conversation and both were almost in their own world going over what was happening during the day. I sat there beside Pete and felt a slight tinge of jealously coming forward, peaking and then going away. 

Pete finished before me as he got his phone out and I'm sure he added this girls number on his phone. To say my stomach dropped a little was an understatement. I felt like shit until the girl walked off, saying goodbye to both Pete and I, and I felt hands on my shoulders as I looked at my reflection as Pete leaned beside me to give me a quick kiss on the top of my head. I put my hand on one of his and just patted it, eventually getting up and heading to wardrobe to grab my outfit for the day.

A few of us were sitting outside the studio on a smoko break. The sun was blazing hot as I had a straw hat on with my singlet, overalls and gumboots. We were waiting for the bus that would transport us over to the farm we were filming on, hence the costume. Four of us were sitting in a circle trying to toss grapes into each others mouths. Time was a fickle thing, boredom was even worse. 

I laughed as I threw one into Brooklyns mouth, she was playing Pete's older sister, as she laughed out loud while trying to chew at the same time. I tilted my hat a bit to see in the corner, leaning against the building was Pete with a few of his mates and the same girl from make-up. They both had smiles and cigarettes in their hands and the group was talking amongst each other. I frowned and looked down until I was pegged in the head with a grape.

"Pay attention little Miss" I grinned as Alex scooted closer to me and gave me a playful nudge in the shoulder. 

"Shut up you egg" I replied as I lightly pushed the side of his head away from me. 

And thankfully the bus finally arrived as Alex helped me up and I looked over to see Pete stub out his smoke and walk our way.

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We had been on the farm for about six hours now. It was sweltering and I felt the sweat tickling my spine. I needed a shower as soon as we were finished. It had become a bit tense on set, partially because of the heat and partially because whenever we cut, Pete was almost instantaneously swooned on by make up girl. I wanted to glare daggers into her pretty little head.

And then I stopped and it seemed as if time was standing still.

Was there a reason behind Pete being persistent on getting me this part. Was this some Ariana shit all over again and in the elaborate scheme of everything it was life imitating art? My stomach started churning as I rushed to the bushes to try and calm down the panic attack I felt was about to charge straight for me.

"You alright there?" I almost jumped out of my skin as Alex seemed to have followed me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder as I was hunched down and supporting myself on a tree. I felt like I wanted to puke but nothing was coming out.

"Here" and he handed me a bottle of water. I chugged the thing down and felt better almost immediately.

...Maybe it was just the heat. 

We did a few more hours of work and then we wrapped it up for the day. We all lined up, heading back on the bus, and once again Pete was one of the last to jump aboard, along with the group he was hanging out with in the morning...including make up girl.

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I collapsed on the bed when I got home. You would have thought Pete and I would live together after two years? I had made a point that I wanted a sense of independence when we had gotten together. I guess he must've found that attractive or something. He never pushed me to move in with him. I mean, he was still in his basement apartment. 

We had said our goodbyes via video chat and when I hung up I just stared at the blank beige ceiling. A small tear escaped in the corner of my eye. Deep down I knew something wasn't right.

He didn't even say he loved me. 

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Two weeks had passed and it was a mundane routine. It felt like a chore rather than acting with Pete as a fun gig. Morning video chat. Meet at the set with minimal contact. Work. I went back to my place. Nighttime video chat goodnights. 

I mean, we held hands sometimes and he'd put a hand over my shoulder when we were standing next to each other. Other than that I started to stray and keep to myself while he continuously hung out with his friends on set. And her. 

I felt like she was everywhere. Everywhere Pete was. In the background waiting. 

And I knew. Pete and I were drifting apart. And I wasn't even trying to save 'us'. But it seemed like neither was Pete. He was waiting for the right time to end it. I knew it was coming. So I prepared myself for the heartbreak coming my way.