Bella Ramsey Oneshots

Water under the bridge

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A month has passed since you decided you didn't like Bella.  The way his brown hair laid to their shoulders, the way her eyes would widen in excitement; showcasing the big brown orbs you grew to distaste. No body knew why. Why there was tension floating between the two of you or why you both seemed to dislike one another.

But it was known. From the words of hate to the silent actions of ignorance, it was known you hated each other.

The first scene on screen threw everyone off guard. Bella and you had shown chemistry between one another, making the cast and crew forget about the feud. It was set in the script that you would be playing the love interest of Ellie Williams in 'The Last Of Us' season two.

"I think I like you a little too much." You said softly, raising both of your hands as far apart as possible. You hair laid around your face, perfectly splayed out on the pillow beneath you. "Like look at that!"

Bella's breath hit your face as they laid inches from you. Her face as splashed of blood coating it, hair pulled into a half bun. It was messy considering the state he was in. "You're ridiculous." She groaned, eyebrows scrunching as they pushed your hands down into your lap.

She was laying on her back, face pointed towards you as their hands stayed intertwined with yours. The soft glow of the room gave a comfortable aura which was cut shortly by a stage hand yelling, 'CUT!'

The feeling of hands leaving yours came faster than wanted. You pushed your coworker away from you with a force stronger than expected. "OW!" Bella yelled in response. She sat up in haste, leaning back on their hands as they looked at you. Bewilderment coated his face as they looked at you, "What was that for?"

You shrugged in response, "You were too close."

"That was a freaking scene!"

"And they said 'CUT."

"Oh my god." They whispered, finally removing themselves from the bed they previously occupied. 

You watched them walk away, leaving you in a seated position. "Y/N, That's a wrap for the day. You can leave."

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Hours passed since your day ended. The everlasting stench of fake blood and dirt had been washed away from the crevices they laid. You found yourself lounging in the trailer that belonged to you, snuggled into the small cot with a book in hand.

A knock sounded from the door, "Come in!" you said loudly. The door creaked open slowly as the person opening it stayed quiet. Bella's head popped through the little crack.

"Hey." they said softly, walking completely into the trailer and shutting the door behind. Her hair was pulled into a pony tail and any splatter of blood  that was once there, wasn't any longer. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What's up?"

Bella didn't reply to your question, in return, she lifted up the script. Their feet carried over to you, settling down in the empty spot of your couch. You exit the cot to grab the script of your own. Sitting down on the couch besides the person you distaste the most.

"What scene?" you asked as you began flipping through the pages.

The soft thump of papers sounded from beside you, "There is no scene."

Eyebrows knitting in confusion, you set the script onto the couch beside you and looked over at Bella. "What?"

"I don't need help."

"Then why are you here?"

"Cause," they through threw their hands up for dramatic effect, "I know you hate me but I like you a little too much"

"You're quoting me, now?"

"That's all you heard?"

"...I don't hate you, Bella." you admitted quietly. Looking down at the hands in your lap.

Silence emitted through the air as Bella didn't respond. Looking up from your lap and towards her, Bella's face stayed unconvinced. "....I don't!"

"Then why do you act like you do?"

"I don't know...I do like you...we just had a good feud going..."

He sat there with eyes wide open, mouth blubbering like a fish. "Okay, let me get this straight..." they paused, eyebrows furrowing, "You acted like you hated me for a...feud?"

"...Yes?"