𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠: Gracie Joyce has always dreamed of being a actress when she grows up. She knew that it would be almost impossible they way her life was going at the moment. When an opportunity for a new movie production find...
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When I walk up to set, my coffee in hand, I try my best to avoid Easton like I have been able to the last couple of days due to us not having any scenes together. It was relieving, but I knew I had to face him sooner or later.
Daisy had talked to me late last night and told me that she wasn't mad at Easton. And that I shouldn't be either. Bless my best friend's heart for being so forgiving, but I wasn't going to walk up to him and smile, tell him that all is good and that we should be best friends and walk through a flower field together though.
I had plans, simply to do my job, and work with him. Just because I work with him every single day, doesn't mean I have to like him. I was so close to giving him a chance, but he messed it up, and now I don't know where I can go from here.
I give a tight smile to Tanner as he walks past me. I head on up to my trailer but before I can even open it, a hand slams it closed. I don't turn around, the hand in front of me is big, and as soon as his face pops into my mind, his scent comes to my nostrils.
"Gracie- '' His voice- I wasn't going to fall for his charm like others had, I was fed up with Easton and he should know it.
"I don't want to talk to you, Easton." My voice is rough, hoping he gets the hint but he doesn't. Or maybe he just doesn't care what I want. "I messed up- and I'm sorry. We don't have to be friends, but I wanted to know that you know how sorry I am."
The way I understood why Daisy could forgive him so easily. He had probably talked to her yesterday and talked to her with this sweet voice of his.
"Fine you're sorry, now let me move please." I say a little harsher than before. Easton's hand comes off the door and I finally turn around to look at him. I hadn't looked at him for almost a week, but I could tell the man grows facial hair quickly because his stubble is noticeable and makes me want to feel it against my cheek.
"Apologies from you don't mean anything Easton. Daisy may have been able to forgive you, but I can't. Not only am I mad for my best friend, but I'm mad because you used that against me, to win a stupid argument."
"I kno-"
"And not only do your apologies mean nothing to me, I don't want to speak to you or see you unless I absolutely have to. Because I'm here to prove my worth, what I've wanted my whole life. This is me being professional, maybe immature, but right now, I don't think so."
He doesn't say anything. Both of us were in some kind of shock after I had spoken. I didn't know I could speak like that- I felt powerful in a way I never had. I had made the Easton Wells speechless. And I was dang proud of myself.
I nod at him and turn back around and march right into my trailer. I plop down on my seat and Daisy comes behind me with her hair tools.
"You heard everything didn't you." She just nods and gives me a small smile. "I love you so much Gracie, but being mean to him is going to get you nowhere." I know my friend is right, she always is.
