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Don't get me wrong you loved your job and everyone you work with but the same sentiment can't be held by everyone. Your co-star and love interest in the film, wasn't fond of you. Well, it seemed like he wasnt.
But it was finally the scene that would either make or break your career. You know when you just want something to be over with, so you wish it closer so you can be done with it. That was this day. You were going to have to suck faces with a man that couldn't care about you less.
But this was your career defining moment, and you were not going to fuck this up. You stood in your costume, a silk and very showy dress. Whole thomas drug himself towards set. You rolled your eyes at him. He was in an all black suit that looked so nice against his blonde hair.
"Okay, you two, you both look great by the way." Th director, Wes, called. He had also directed the maze runner so sangster had already had experience with him. "Let's start with y/n walking into her apartment. And don't forget to make sure you have sadness and resent rather than just suprise."
"Wow, notes before the scene has even started." Thomas scoffed and you sent him a death glared.
"I can act circles around you so hold your tounge." You spat back.
You walked outside of the door and waited for your que.
"Action." You walked into the door closing it in such a aloof manner that it slammed a little. You focused on your letter and pursed your lips as you read the words. A look of building anger hit your face.
You looked up and the expression furthered as your eyes met thomas.
"Why are you here?" You spat.
"Huh," he chuckled. "You know why." He didn't move and neither did you.
"Get out." You ordered, going back to doing what your character planned on doing.
"You don't want that." He replied nonchalantly. He followed you into the kitchen. You walked over to the counter and pulled out takeout menus. And you placed the note, closed, by the sink.
"You don't know what I want." You spun around. He had walked right up to you and was so close you couldn't smell expensive Tabacco and cologne on him.
