London Boy | Jamie Flatters

Two

    I laugh as Trinity skips into the park, eyes wide as she takes in Pandora. The last time we came here was five years ago, when they'd all been cast, and it was hard not to get emotional over how much Trinity has grown since then, maturing right before my eyes. "It's crazy, isn't it?" I'm startled by Jamie's voice beside me. I hadn't even realized I'd stopped walking until he stops beside me, arm brushing against my own as he nods towards Trinity and the others, who were currently posing for photos. "How much time has passed."

I turn to look at him, finding him already looking back, storm cloud eyes gazing back at me. I hate how fascinating I find them, unable to look away once I've locked eyes on them. When we first saw one another this morning, they were bright, more blue than gray, as he smiled at me, bashful. Currently, they're almost entirely gray, like the sky right before it starts to rain, dark and gloomy, laced with nerves.

"Yeah," I breathe, turning to face him fully, head tilted as I take in his disposition. His hands are fidgeting, twisting the rings on his fingers, as his gaze flickers from mine to the camera crew setting up, ready to interview them and follow them around the park. "You okay?"

Jamie nods, a nervous smile dancing across his lips. "Yeah," I know him well enough to know he's lying, his gaze drifting towards the ground as he avoids my gaze.

"I know you're nervous, J," I inform him, tone gentle, much like how I used to speak to Trinity before big scenes. She'd basically be shaking, and I'd have to take her hands and remind her that she was there for a reason. "You're a terrible liar."

"It's stupid, I know." He shakes his head in a self-deprecating kind of way. He's always done this, and it drives me crazy. I wish he could see himself how I saw him. "An actor who hates doing interviews..."

He still hasn't looked back at me, embarrassed to admit such a thing, "are you kidding?" I question, and I have to duck a little to find his gaze, forcing him to look back at me. Eventually, Jamie lifts his head, storm clouds looking back at me once more. "If I were you, I'm pretty sure I'd be running away right about now."

Jamie laughs a little, and my heart rises. I'd do anything to hear him laugh. As much as I love the storm clouds, I longed for the ocean blue, "maybe we can run away together?" He suggests, tilting his head playfully.

Together...

The word plays on repeat in my mind like a symphony, a smile tugging on my lips. I know he's only joking; sometimes, it's hard to imagine life once this is all over. Would Jamie and I still be close, would these feelings still consume more, or would they fade with time? "I don't think your castmates would be very happy about that," I finally say, nodding toward the others.

Jamie sighs playfully, running his fingers through his hair, messing up his curls. Before he can say anything, one of the camera people yells out, "alright, the five of you are going to sit first and react to the footage of your first trip here. Then you'll go on rides and explore the park. Sound good?"

"See you later." Jamie nods, stepping forward to walk to his seat. I grab his wrist before he can go, stopping him. He'd clearly run his fingers through his hair a few times now, his styled hair now a mess, sticking up in random directions. "You reconsidering running away with me?"

I playfully roll my eyes, though my heart hammers in my chest so loud I fear he can hear it, "your hair's a mess," I inform him, pushing myself onto my tiptoes and reaching for his curls. He bends down so we're nearly the same height, and it takes everything in me not to get lost in his eyes again, gaze focused on his hair as I brush my fingers through it. "Why do you hate interviews so much anyway?"

Jamie shrugs, "Just don't like the attention all the much," he admits, voice breathless, quiet, much like when he'd hugged me earlier this morning.