Tom's Girl

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I just want to let y'all know that if there is this symbol - * - around the chapter number instead of this symbol - • - then there is some sort of smut. This chapter isn't bad at all I just wanted to let y'all know in case you aren't into that.

It was the next morning and me and Sam were laying in my bed. I was laying on my stomach in a hoodie and leggings, and Sam was laying on his back, his head resting on my lower back. We both had scripts in our hands and he was helping me practice my lines for the next week.

"So you literally have to film all of your scenes with Tom for the next weeks?" Sam asks me as he skims through the script.

"Yea. I mean I play his little sister, my only point in the movie is that I'm his sister. I don't get much alone time in it at all." I say.

"Well that's going to suck." He chuckles.

"Honestly I enjoy it. I hated filming the scenes that I was alone in. It was like all eyes were on me. When I film with anyone else it just makes it better ya know?"

"Yea..." he says, continuing to look down the script. "Oh here's some good stuff." He chuckles. "You and "Lucas" get into a fight."

"Oh I know. I was actually a little scared of that scene to be honest. Tom never really yelled at me and he's just such a good actor that I knew it would seem so real." I say, also reading down the script.

"And now?" He asks me.

"Well, now I know what it feels like to be yelled at by him. And I'm pretty excited to slap him, even if it's a fake slap." I chuckle.

"You should really slap him." He says. I turn my head to look at him with my eyebrow raised. "Seriously. It would help you let out some of your anger on him, and it's not like any of the directors would even realize. That's how acting works, you make it look so real and he reacts like it's real."

"So you think I could just slap him in the face and he wouldn't like... call cut? Or yell at me? And I wouldn't get in trouble?" I ask.

"No way. He would know why you did it and he would just keep going about acting." Sam shrugs.

"I can't do that." I laugh as I shake my head.

"I wooould." He says, making me roll my eyes. I continue reading down the script, now thinking about what Sam had brought up. Just then someone knocks on the door, neither one of us answer. The only person I had really talked to since last night was Harrison. He was mad at Tom for how he was behaving, meaning he was on my side about this, which made me feel quite happy and guilty at the same time. Harrison was Tom's best friend, and he chose me over him.

"Permission to enter?" Harry says from the other side of the door.

"Denied." Sam Hollers back. Seconds later the door opens anyway.

"Uhm.... Tom wanted to know if you guys are coming to dinner with us tonight." Harry says.

"We'll think about it." Sam responds, not looking up from the script.

"Can I uh... talk to Rylee please? Alone." Harry asks. Sam takes in a short breath and sits up, walking out of the room.

"What do you want?" I ask, not looking at him. He walks over to my bed, slowly sitting on the corner of it.

"I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for asking that question last night. I knew what I was doing and I knew it would make you mad. And I'm sorry. I just saw the look in Tom's eyes when he saw you kissing Sam.... and I just wanted... well I just wanted to get back at you for Tom." He pauses for a second and I sit up and look at him. "And I'm sorry for being so rude to you yesterday. It was unnecessary and rude." He finishes.