Actions Speak Louder Than Fortune Cookies

109 - Extra Salt

About a month and a half has passed since Sebastian first started back into filming. Rylee was supposed to fly out to LA tonight for the weekend to see him, but an awful thunderstorm hovered over New York and grounded all flights in and out.

Rylee would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed. She hadn't seen Sebastian since he left and it was starting to make her heart ache.

She didn't want to seem like a pouty teenager, but fuck, did she miss him. She texted him, unsure if he was still on set.

Ryles ❤️
Bad news..all the flights out of New York were cancelled. There's a crazy storm here

She was surprised to see him text back quickly.

Seb 😍
😞 what a bummer

Ryles ❤️
I know 😞💔

Seb 😍
Well...at least filming is half over..
I'll be home soon enough

Ryles ❤️
Doesn't make me miss you any less though.

Seb 😍
😔

Rylee had curled up into their bed, pulling Sebastian's pillow into her tight grasp. It somehow still had a hint of his cologne embedded into it.

There were bright flashes of light through the pouring rain outside. Bright enough to briefly set the whole room ablaze with blinding light. Rain pounding on the windows was usually comforting, almost relaxing, but not tonight.

The next thing Rylee knew, it was the next day, and she awoke still clutching Sebastian's pillow.
Her phone was laying next to her, battery dead.

She fell asleep so fast last night she didn't even get the chance to plug her phone in. She did so just now, but it still took a few minutes for her phone to turn on. When it did, a slew of messages pinged through.

Seb 😍
It'll be okay.
Ryles?
Baby?
I'm guessing you fell asleep. It's late.
Have a good night, I love you.

Rylee felt bad for falling asleep on him like that, but it overcame her so quickly. She looked at the clock to see it was 11 AM. Sheesh she slept late. She didn't know what to do with her day now, since she wasn't even supposed to be in the city this weekend.

She shot Sebastian back a text and decided to get dressed and kill some time at the gym. She changed into a loose teal tank top and a pair of black biking shorts.

When she walked outside she got extremely agitated. The sky had opened up to be a bright blue, no clouds in sight, as if the storms last night didn't even happen. She rolled her eyes and trudged down the street.

She decided to walk to the gym since the weather was beautifully mocking her. After about fifteen minutes, she walked into the gyms front door and — oh great. Jen was working the front desk. Fucking Jen. She has always been such a bitch to her and today was no exception.

"Hey Rylee! How's it goin' girl? Where's Sebastian today?" Jen said to her, as fake as could be, popping her gum.

Rylee threw on a fake smile as she scanned her gym key at the desk, "Hey, Jen! He's in LA for a bit, filming."

"Ah, well, there's an open spot with the kettle bells if you wanna, yah know, work on those glutes." Her eyes skimmed up and down Rylee's body before she turned and looked back to her computer.

Rylee was baffled by why this girl despised her so much. She constantly sent her jabs like this..for no reason. She chose to ignore her, dropped her things off in the locker room and went to the treadmills on the other side of the gym.