𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 || 𝐀𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫

05 - snowed in

**18+ ONLY**

His words rang in your head the rest of the day. Every touch up after was silent, uncomfortable – so much so even Tom noticed the odd energy, making sure to move away from Austin whenever you had to work on him. He tried to ask you about it but you shut him down any inquiry.

Just before the sun fully disappeared behind mountains, flurries of snow began coating the set and everything in its wake. It fell and piled up in record speed.

The entire cast and crew were huddled into each trailer when a director came to the door with a sullen and irritated face. "They closed the roads."

A roar of chatter filled the room with the realization that you all were stuck there. How nobody on crew thought to look at the fucking weather forecast you had no fucking clue.

"I know, I know." He sighed, "Good news is the ski resort up the mountain agreed to take us, and we got a green light to pass if we leave now."

Your coworkers began to filter out leaving you with the settling realization that your tiny beater Volkswagen wouldn't make it up the mountain none the less in deep snow.

"Fuck." You breathed out running after your director and grabbed his arm, "Can I carpool with you guys? My car's not gonna make it up there."

"I think my car's already full but..." His eyes scanned across the emptying set, landing on an option. "Austin could probably take you." He pointed at him only a couple feet away from you.

Of fucking course.

The displeasure clearly washed over his face from being elected for something he didn't offer to do.

"Sure." His tone poorly hidden behind a gripe. "C'mon we don't have all day."

The trek to his car was just as uncomfortable as you expected, you wanted to apologize for bothering him but he didn't deserve it. Once in the car his demeanor was unnecessarily aggressive – his hands gripping the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, every action sharp. You would've thought you had done something horrendous to him. But all you did was exist.

"Well I-" You began before he cut you off.

"I don't want to fucking talk." Halting any interaction.

"Fine." You muttered, slumping down into the passenger seat trying to stay warm. His car was freezing, you had no idea how he wasn't dying from the cold. He glanced over to you when your teeth started chattering and finally turned on the heat. When your chattering didn't subside you felt his gaze land on you once more, yet you kept your eyes off him. Then out of the corner of your eye, you caught him ever so discreetly twist the knob for the seat heaters.

"Thank you." You begrudgingly commented but he tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he navigated through the snow and into the resort parking lot. It felt like he hadn't even parked before jumping out of the car and slamming the door.

The twist in your stomach from his actions feigned sadness, but you were just offended right?

You caught up to him just in time to hear the words that made Austin immediately even angrier than before.

"I'm sorry, but unfortunately it looks like we only have one room left." The clerk said sounding intimidated by his expression.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath assessing your options. But the roads were blocked and there was nowhere else to go, you were stuck.

"Please tell me there's at least two beds." You sighed, terrified of the answer.

She gave a hesitant face, "I'm so sorry but it is not. It is one of our studio rooms."