And it happened.
A month after we started working together on this fuckin' movie set. I was done. I had had enough of working with someone who thought nothing of me anymore. I was through being more of an annoyance and a pest rather than a lover and a friend. I didn't even remember the last time I had fallen asleep in Pete's arms. I felt a void in my heart.
It was life imitating art. And it was killing me on the inside. I didn't even need to act anymore.
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We got on set at 06:00.
Morning brief at 06:15.
Make up and costumes at 07:00.
I got in early so I was first to be worked on. And once again, make up girl, now known as Bella was still around me. Unbeknownst to her but it felt like whenever I saw her, she was beating the shit out of me. I pictured her and Pete whenever I wasn't around. I had to snap out of it.
I was getting my hair finished just as Pete walked in. "Hey" he spoke as he dragged a hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed before seating himself in front of Bella. She had a smile on her face and as they both laughed amidst their conversation.
The stylist put some spray in my hair and I didn't even bother to look at myself in the mirror. "You are good to go you beauty". I smiled to myself and got up, heading straight for the door.
I heard Bella tell Pete he was so funny and I grabbed my phone and started typing then pressed send.
"Oh Pete?" I looked back at his smiling face as Bella also turned around to look at me. I raised my phone in my hand and wiggled my phone. Pete's went off as I walked out.
We're done.
There wasn't even a reaction as I heard Bella laughing again.
No. We're not.
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It had been twelve hours since I ended it. Twelve hours of loneliness. Twelve hours of this torture I had gotten myself into. Twelve hours of this job.
We were on the last scene for the day. The day where our characters were ending it. We were on the top of the hill at the makeshift farm. The sun was setting and to say it wasn't beautiful, I'd be lying. The sky was a scene of gorgeous colours colliding together. All trying to showcase the rays of colour they could offer. Golds and yellows. Reds and purple. It was majestic.
I was sitting on the fence, facing away from everyone as the crew were sorting out the lighting so that there was hardly any background light obstruction. I was feeling sad as the sun was setting. Saying goodbye to something so mesmerising as the sun and the day for that matter made me feel sad. I was like the ending to the mine and Pete's story was well.
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Pete One-Shots
FanficJust a bit of a kinda sorta obsession with Pete Davidson at the moment