𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? 𝔄𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

꧁𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄꧂

I hear a sharp beeping sound come from beside me. "Ugh. It's already 4 in the fucking morning?" I grumble to myself, sitting up on my bed. I grab my phone, turning the alarm off. I hear a crashing sound coming from outside of my door. I slowly get out of bed, not bothering to turn on the light on my nightstand.

Like everyone who dies in horror movies, I go to check out the sound. My arm reaches down to the doorknob, twisting it anticipatingly slowly. Who the fuck am I kidding? I turn it quickly to the side, throwing the door open. "Jesus Fuck! Goddamn it Cora!" I yell, her head sharply turning towards me. "You scared me!" we both say at the same time. "I scared you?" I say. Then I come to a realization. "How did you get here?" I asked. "Well... I know you were coming here to film, so I got a plane ticket. I got here like 30 minutes ago." she says, shyly. "How did you get in?" I say. She pulls a bobby pin out of her hair. "I'm gonna need a better lock," I say. "I'm staying here for the next week and a half," she says, bringing me back to our conversation. "Why?" I ask. I love her but why did she go this far? "You shitting me? Alone in a rental house for however long, you're here for? absolutely not." she says, grabbing oats out of the pantry. I was low on groceries and that reminded me of it.

Cora was my best friend since childhood. We had been inseparable. Wherever she went I followed, and vice versa. I devoted my whole life to her, as she did me. We were soulmates. There were things about myself that I hated but she adored. I hated my body, but she loves every inch of it. She liked how I had a dimple on my left cheek, a mole on my elbow, and my hip dips. She hated her red hair, always saying she wanted to dye it, but who was the one to refrain her from doing so? me. I was. We always had each other's backs, which is why it meant so much to me that she spent money on a plane ticket just to come and comfort me for a week.

She added almond milk to her bowl and placed it in the microwave, pressing buttons and turning it on. A light humming sound came from the machine. "Can you grab me some coffee?" I ask, desperate for a better way to wake up. I had fallen asleep at around midnight, which meant only four hours of slumber. I'm gonna have to get used to this. Or get a better sleep schedule. I see Cora open the fridge. "This is sad, man." she let out. My eyes rolled at her words. "I'm broke right now," I state. "I don't get paid until next week. So I'm like a rat in New York." I declare, earning a laugh from Cora. I check my apple watch. 4:37 am it read. "Shit... Slide me the coffee." I said, groggily. She slid the glass of coffee across the quartz island, toward me.

~*~

After getting dressed, washing my face, and trying not to look like a dead frog found on the side of the road, I was in my car on the way to Baz. He emailed me a week ago saying he wanted us to practice lines. So here I am. I pulled up to the gate and told the guards my name. They let me in, and I reluctantly pulled my car up. My keys jangled from the keyhole. Don't say it don't say it. "Damn. Hole pulls more than me." EVERY FUCKING TIME. I pull the key out and open the door. I slam it closed, then open up the back door. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, my keys clamoring against each other. As I closed my door and turned around I was met face to face with a hard-ass chest. My index finger made its way to this chest and pushed it back. "Sorry! I uh- I thought you were my girlfriend, Isla." He said, my lip turning into a sharp line. "Sorry, I'm not her," I said, pushing around him. He's extremely attractive you know that? "Shut up," I whispered, trying to clear my own thoughts. "I'm sorry?" I hear his soft voice say. I swear the world went slow-mo as I turned to look at him.

"I'm sorry?" He repeated, thinking I didn't hear him.

"Ooh- uh, I apologize. I was talking to myself," I answered. He nodded slowly and scoffed. I turned around. Smooth, but maybe it wasn't meant to be. SHUT UP? COULD YOU NOT EMBARRASS ME? I walk up to my trailer, grabbing the right key. I struggle to turn the key in the lock. "Jesus fuck." I whisper under your breath to yourself. I finally get the door unlocked, and I open your door to a fully-furnished trailer. "Hell yeah," I say, congratulating myself for making it this far. My eyes trail over to a bottle of champagne on a small counter. Don't, it's only five am.

I pop open the bottle and start drinking from it, not enough to get drunk, but I needed this. I placed down the bottle and checked the time. 5:30 am. I'm now wanted by baz. To practice my lines with some stranger that I have to act in love with.

This is gonna be hard.
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