PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.

Chapter 4 - Consequences.

   Charlie was wrong. It wasn't just that one time.

   As the days passed he found himself sneaking off into bathrooms and excusing himself just to touch himself while thinking of you. You were insatiable.

   He couldn't stop thinking about that night. The two of you didn't fully do it, but there was lots of kissing and filthy dry humping and groping. It's like once he touched you, he couldn't get enough of you.

   Part of him felt like a dirty old man for doing all of this. He was sneaking around with his sons nanny for Christ sake. He couldn't imagine what Nicole would think.

   Nicole was the other issue. As much as he loved kissing you and touching you, there was something about Nicole that he was still held up on. It's like no matter how much he kissed you, he still saw a part of Nicole.

   Maybe it was because Nicole was the only woman he had been sexual with in a long time (other then Mary Anne, but he doesn't like to talk about that).

   Nicole was his ex-wife after all. He had spent so much of his life with her, and now she wasn't  his anymore and he had to face the reality of that. He had permanently fucked up.

   But now he had you, right? You were the perfect young thing to keep him distracted from his chaotic divorce. You made him happy in the moment and that's all he needed.

   And he couldn't stop thinking about you. You had completely and utterly infatuated him. You were the first and last thing he thought about.

   He lets out a heavy sigh, clearing his mind. He couldn't think about you right now, he had work to do. He had to get things done.

   He looks up from his little black notebook in his lap, crinkled and thin pages scattered with small doodles and stage notes. His eyes danced across the actors who played out one of their scenes.

   He couldn't help but let his mind wander to you again, wondering if you'd ever take him up on his offer to come to the theatre. He felt like you'd be perfect for a place like this.

   He could just imagine your perfect smile shining across the crowd, the bright stage lights cast across your face. You'd be the greatest performer of time in his eyes.

When you had confessed that you never really had a dream or passion at the dinner table, it made him somewhat sad. You were so young and brilliant, surely you weren't a waste of potential.

He could remember being your age, on the cover of Time Out New York, basking in his newly acclaimed fame at the time. Then, he married Nicole, and ruined his youth because he thought getting married and having a child would be good for him.

   It was almost ironic. He thought the same thing about Nicole when they were still married. And now, she wasted her talent to do shitty tv shows and commercials. Nothing compared to seeing her on the live stage.

   Charlie wondered if you were slowly becoming his new Nicole. He found himself fantasizing about you the same way he used with Nicole. Like you were her replacement.

   But surely you were more then that, right? You were talented and beautiful, you were more then just some mock-up Nicole. You were you were your own person.

   But he knew it was deeper then that— more then just that at surface level. But he wasn't ready to face that just yet.

   You and your sister had decided to get lunch together, promising her good gossip if it was her treat. Knowing your sister, she happily accepted the offer.