You had just started working as a makeup artist and you really liked your job. Even though you barely had any experience they thought you were good enough to help out with a big movie like The Maze Runner. All the people were so nice to you, well, most people at least. You had befriended many members of the cast and everything was going so great. But one week one of your good friends Thomas just starts to become such a jerk. Out of all the people on set, why him? Why did it have to be your crush that decided to pick on you and make you re do his makeup if he didn't like it, it just didn't make sense to you.
"Hey guys." You smiled as everyone sat down in their chairs. "Hey y/n." They all smiled back except for Thomas who just grunted and looked at his phone. "Okay Dylan and Kaya I'm going to start with you since your scene is the first they are shooting." You said as you began. Today the other makeup artist called in sick, so it was just you. Most of them just needed touch ups since there wasn't a lot of makeup required in this movie, so it didn't take very long. "Okay Thomas, you're the last one." You grabbed a brush. "Great." He mumbled sarcastically under his breath, but you pretended not to hear. After you finished he got up and walked off without saying thank you, and you cleaned up the mess. You wouldn't have cared if it was anyone else that was doing this to you, you probably would've told him off on the spot if he was a different person. For some reason though you felt like you needed his approval, for him to say you did a good job, he used to tell you that, but not anymore.
It was really bugging you because you had no idea why he was acting this way. Even when you just walked by him on the set, you would say hi and he would act like he never saw you, but you knew he did. He's always staring at you so obviously he could see you. Unless you were some type of creepy ghost haunting the set, oh that would be cool! But nope, just a regular makeup artist. "Y/n!" Someone called out, it was the director of the movie, Wes. "Thomas smudged his makeup, can you go fix it?" Maybe this will be the chance to find out why Thomas was acting so weird, so you went, well that and the fact that it was your job and if you didn't go you would probably be fired.
You knocked on his dressing room door. "Come in." He said in a kind matter, but when you walked in the look on his face changed to disappointment. "I was told to come fix up your makeup, apparently you smudged it." You stated in more of a question, considering Thomas isn't really the kind of person who would do that. "Yeah." He showed you there was a cut on his collarbone that needed to be fixed up. "So how did this happen?" You asked causally, trying to start a conversation. "I don't know, it just got all messed up, there's a lot I have to do in the glade, it's not so easy to keep everything so perfect." He said in an irritated tone. "You do realize that this is just a set right?" You asked, almost certain he thought he was actually living in the glade. "What is this, 20 questions?" Thomas shifted causing you to mess up his makeup. "Way to go y/n, what's wrong with you?" You were starting to become very annoyed by his attitude. "Me? You're the one who moved!" You practically shouted at him. "How can you mess up something as easy as that?" He scoffed. You then held out your brush for him to take. "You think it's so easy? Why don't you give it a try. And it has to look exactly like it did before." Thomas just rolled his eyes. "I don't have to do anything you tell me, it's not my job." You just continued to fix up his makeup because the quicker you finished, the quicker you could leave. "There, all done." You dropped the brush onto the table next to you. "It's about time." Thomas got up to leave when you just stood there with your arms crossed. "Excuse me, isn't there something you would like to say?" Thomas paused and turned around. "Get out?" You rolled your eyes. "I was thinking something more along the lines of, thank you." Thomas let out a small laugh. "For what?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "For fixing your makeup, for attempting to be kind to you when you are acting like a huge jackass, for..." You had a long list of reasons but he cut you off. "Is that how you think of me? As a jackass?" You paused to think about it, on the inside you knew he was a kind, gentle person, but now, you could barely remember that side of him. "Yes." You said in an icy tone, and walked out, unable to spend another minute with him.
Finally this horrible day had come to an end and you could go home and watch a movie like you usually do on a Friday night these days. The makeup tables were all cleaned up and you were ready to go. It wasn't necessarily your job to clean them but you felt bad for leaving the place a mess. About to leave, you turned around to see Thomas walking up to you. He didn't look angry, or frustrated, it was hard to describe, but he was defiantly not just going to walk by you, that's for sure. Once he approached you he wrapped his arm around your waste and pulled you into a forceful kiss before you could say anything. It took you by surprise but you weren't exactly doing anything to try and stop, it felt quite nice, and you had a million questions going through your mind, but when he pulled away from you the only one you could manage to get out was "Why?" Thomas paused, like he was trying to think. "Y/n, I am so sorry for being such a jackass to you. And you really didn't deserve it." He was trying not to make eye contact with you. "Why were you putting me through that?" Thomas rubbed the back of his neck, which made look kind of cute. "Well, umm, to be honest I don't really know, I guess I thought if I acted like a jerk, you and I would start arguing and I would get over my huge crush on you, but you being the darling that you are always took the high road making it much more difficult to get over you-" You interrupted him by reattaching your lips with his, you didn't need to hear anymore, your heart already belonged to him. As you pulled apart a huge grin appeared on his face. "So you forgive me?" He asked, and you nodded. "I have a bag of popcorn and a movie waiting for me at home, would you like to join me?" You asked holding his hands. "It's a date."
