Rush List

Sunrise meeting

"Finn?" I yell as I open his office door. He jumps in his chair spilling coffee over himself and his desk.

He looks down at the mess "Damnit! You made me sp-" but doesn't finish his sentence once he notices me. I see his eyes go down and up and I suddenly realize what he's seeing since I didn't really have half a mind to get ready before heading out. I look down and realize I'm currently sporting my old high school film club hoodie with my classic Star Wars pj pants that I may or may not have stolen from my brother... shit.

"Nice" he points to my overall self "jammies" beginning to laugh until he meets my gaze and stops. He must see the pure desperation and exhaustion all over my face. "Hey, are you ok?..." He stands up from his desk heading towards me and reaches for my arm but stops himself quickly bringing his arm up instead to check his watch. "It's 5:23 in the morning what are you-"

"I.." I cut him off because I'm not sure exactly how to explain the fact that in the last 24 hours I've uncovered secrets I wish could have stayed hidden... or maybe not, maybe I'm glad to have found out I just don't feel glad right now.

He looks at me expectantly and raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything. He's giving me the space I need to go on. He points to the chair and I sit while he goes back to his desk.

I start talking, not sure how to begin "I was thinking about what you said, about not being able to do new voices this year. And honestly that's really a shame because you and Nate really work amazingly together and I was looking forward to seeing what you'd come up with"

I'm rambling because I don't know how to get to the point. But his look of semi concern has turned into shock that I can only assume comes from the semi compliment I'm offering right now.

"No, really, I know that we tend to not agree on, we'll anything" he chuckles "but I do really enjoy your work and how you present things to the world"

He crosses his arms and leans back on the chair while looking me straight in the eyes unblinking, I freeze until he asks "Are you drunk?"

I jump from the seat and scream "What! No!"

He puts his hands up "well don't scream at me for coming to that conclusion. What am I supposed to think when you come bursting into my office at the crack of dawn making me spill my coffee which now you owe me by the way. Then start complimenting me out of nowhere when you've never even said anything remotely close to even "good job" to me"

"Ok well that's an exaggeration" I refute, I'm sure I've told him good job at least once. I think.

"So are you? Still drunk from whatever party you were last night? Since that's how you spend your nights" he says still looking at me as I gawk at his wild conclusion.

"What do you mean how I usually spend my nights?" I say folding my arms in annoyance. Although, in all fairness I was at a party last night and what happened there is what brought me here, but I'm not drunkenly confessing how much I like his work. Also is that how he thinks of me as some random party girl? That surprisingly hurts.

He ignores me and keeps talking "so if you're not drunk and have finally come to tell me everything you've wanted to but where too prideful to admit" my mouth drops open. In an instant whatever ounce of hurt had filled my body got quickly replaced by anger because who the hell does he think he is?!

"Then it must mean you need something" the corner of his mouth lifts at this. Oh he's just loving the fact that I'm here for his help.

Fine! If I have to rub this jerks ego so that he'll helps us I will, but I won't tell him everything because he will definitely find a way to use it against me. Plus I don't think the whole I want to get revenge on my frat boyfriend for using me as part of his initiation will help the horrible image he already has of me. I breathe "fine" I sit back down "I need your help."