Not half of California getting hit with a cyclone??? At this moment, I hate living in California.
I know this is not the one shot that I said was going to be uploaded, but my wifi is not the best at the moment because of all of the wind so I'm posting this because it was the only one that was completely done. I actually hate this one shot but it'll have to work lmao. After the storm passes or my wifi gets better, the ones I promised will be up.
Also, I so did not expect writing for an actor to be this fucking difficult oh my god. I don't think I'll do it again, and I'll just stick with characters. It might change but not anytime soon.
Also, we're in our 20s in this
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***Thoughts are in italics
If you asked me what I wanted to be as a kid, I would have said I wanted to be a veterinarian, a doctor, or even a lawyer. I never would have said I wanted to be an actor, but now here I am in a car heading to the premier event for the movie I was just in.
Who would have thought that the living embodiment of anxiety could, or would ever be an actor. I absolutely love what I do, and I will never deny that. The only downside is that I am still, in fact, a big ball of anxiety. I hated the publicity of it all. The people who never give you privacy, or the ones that ask questions that are a bit too personal, the critics, and lets not forget the ones that are just annoying.
To be honest, I'd much rather be at home, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, watching TV. Especially now that I have to prepare myself for the numerous questions I'll be asked once I arrive at the London premier for my new movie. Now, you may ask "Why are you doing it if you hate it so much?" Well, that's simple, actually no not really. Anyways.
The reason I do it, other than the fact that my manager is making me, is her... Angelina Jolie. The woman I've been in love with for about a year. Not to mention me having a crush on her since I was thirteen. To be fair, she is literally one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. And getting to know her? God, it has been the best thing. Literally a dream come true, but it has done absolutely nothing to help my crush. If anything, it's made it so much worse. Before it was something I had some control over, but now...now it's a different story.
I don't blush, I never have. Yet the moment the two of us make eye contact for more than 10 seconds, I have to look away. That woman has me in such a choke hold, and I have no idea if she's even aware of what she does to me. Tonight is going to be hell...
Pulling myself together, I finally step out of the car, only to be greeted by flashing lights. Looking around before walking towards them, I see her. Yep, absolute hell. I spot Angelina almost immediately, and the moment our eyes make contact, my breath is taken away. She is wearing a gorgeous white dress with a jeweled silver and gold sequined top. God, not to mention the gold corset style design... Those beautiful red lips and hypnotizing eyes.
People yelling my name bring me back to reality, only to see that she noticed my staring. Now is not the time to panic. Putting a smile on my face, I walk up to where everyone is talking pictures. After a few moments, Angeling comes and walks up to me. "Well don't you look beautiful tonight." Screaming. Pulling her into a hug, I manage to sputter out "Says you, that dress looks gorgeous on you." Literally going to melt. After pulling away, We take more pictures together before going our separate ways to do interviews.
After doing a few, I start doing another when Angelina starts one directly next to me. Her's finishes before mine, so she walks up to my side, resting her hand on my lower back. "Okay," the interviewer starts, grabbing my attention again. "Last question, then I'll let you go. You've been working with a very kind, and beautiful cast. Any crushes developed while filming?" Why is he smirking? Am I that obvious? "Oh, yes, I'd like to know this as well. Any crushes dear?" Looking to my right, glaring at Angelina, all she does is smirk. "Well... there is a slight chance that I do in fact have a crush." At that, the hand Angelina has resting on my back moves to my hip. I will literally melt into the floor right now. "And if you don't mind me asking, who may it be?" Hmmm, let's have some fun with this.
"Well, I guess we'll never know now will we?" Angelina stays by my side as we walk away from the interviewers. "So, you do have a crush." I can feel her staring at me. Does she know? " I guess I do..." After a moment she pulls me away from everyone and backs me into a wall. "Want to tell me who your crush is?" Her eyes look almost...hopeful. "It doesn't matter, I doubt they would like me back." I don't know about that darling." Currently melting. "Would you like to hear my theory?" She says, reaching out to brush my hair over my shoulder. "Go for it." I will regret this.
"Well, my theory is that you have a crush on me." Shit shit shit. My mouth opens but nothing comes out. "You see, because you can't hold eye contact with me for more than a few seconds before you look down, attempting to hide your blush like you are right now. Every time I touch you, I can practically feel you melting into my touch. Not to mention the fact that you are looking at my lips right now. The list really could go on." She steps forward, leaving an inch between us. "Now I know my theory is correct, so let me tell you. Your feelings? They aren't one sided, because the moment I saw you on set, I felt my heart skip a beat. And the first time we talked to each other? It took everything in me to not ask you on a date, because I knew I wanted to be yours. Every time we touch? I can practically feel the sparks between us. So tell me, even though I know the answer. Am I your crush?"
At this point, there is hardly any space between the two of us, our lips almost touching. Her hands resting on my hips, one of which is slowly traveling up my body until it lands on my cheek. Just above a whisper I finally say "You're right. I wanna be yours." I can barely get the words out before she moves forward and connects our lips. My hands immediately loop around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer while hers goes back down to my hips. Oh how soft her lips are.
I hate how the moment her lips met mine, it felt like time stopped. I hate it because everything is so complicated now. Pulling away, I move away from her, putting a foot between us. "What about your kids Angelina? And the age gap? Journalists and paparazzi will have a field day with that. I can practically see the articles already. 'Angelina Jolie a cougar?' being the first that pops into mind." Angelina steps forward, taking my face in her hands before cutting me off. "Darling, you need to calm down. First off, you know my kids love you, and they know about my feelings for you. They don't mind. And as for the paparazzi, I truly couldn't care less. Forget about them. We'll take it all one step at a time okay? We'll deal with it all, and we'll be okay."
Taking a deep breath, I finally bring my eyes to meet hers. How could I say no when she looks at me like that. "Okay." At that, a smile works its way onto her face before bringing her lips to mine yet again. The two of us completely oblivious to all of the cameras that began pointing our way and taking pictures. Neither of us truly cared in that moment, because like Angelina said, we'll be okay.
