Oppenheimer

Part Three

You jumped out of your bed and had a look what your sister was on about. The previous night, Cillian had cancelled your run for the morning and you were naïve enough to think that you could sleep in for once. But, apparently not.

Your sister had a phobia of spiders and you knew that you had to get rid of whatever was lurking in the shower to prevent her from waking up the entire house.

Sharing a room with one of your sisters for four months was something you didn't enjoy but, considering that you needed to work, you didn't mind so much as you were rarely at home.

That was, at least, until you were woken up the way you were.

Stepping into the bathroom with half open eyes, you quickly removed the creepy crawler before walking into the kitchen and making yourself a cup of coffee.

Your father had already been up, exercising and making himself breakfast and you knew that, since this was the last day before filming officially commenced, he was nervous.

There had already been a delay of three days due to COVID and your father was getting rather frustrated with the studio about all the additional obligations that were imposed upon him and the crew.

It was a nightmare to navigate through this end tail of the pandemic but everyone on set was on board with the changes and procedures which was all that mattered.

COVID tests had to be taken twice per week by all members of the cast and crew and anyone who tested positive had to go into isolation along with people who the COVID marshal considered close contacts.

Close contacts were usually only people who, in the case of filming, were working on rather intimate scenes together or were spending an excessive amount of time together.

It all made sense but it was also rather frustrating as now not only the assistant director but also one of the make-up artists were out of action.

'It will be fine dad' you told him as you observed the look on your father's face while he scrolled through his emails.

'Yes, it will be fine. But it's still a giant pain in the arse no one fucking needs' he growled just as your mother barged through the door.

'Jesus Chris, watch your language!' she spat before getting ready for the day.

'Do you want to come shopping with me Y/N?' she asked but you had planned to relax before things were getting too busy again tomorrow and, going shopping, wasn't usually something you found relaxing.

'No thanks Ma. I think I will stay here, read a book and go for a swim in the pool' you told her and so you did.

You stripped off your clothes after having brushed your teeth and then changed into your black and somewhat basic but revealing bikini.

You loved the water and, after taking a dive into the pool, you began to swim your laps for the day.

Focusing on your strokes, you suddenly heard a familiar voice, greeting you from the side of the pool.

'Hey' Cillian said, standing next to your father who was evidentially waiting for you.

'Hey' you responded before swimming over towards the edge of the pool where Cillian and your father were standing.

'What's up?' you then asked as they had both been looking at you.

'We need your help, please. Your mother has put part three of the script somewhere. I can't find it. Do you know where it is? We are changing the filming schedule because of Lucas's absence' your father explained and you quickly nodded before using the muscles in your arms to lift yourself out of the pool.