Chapter - 27

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Becky and Freen went to their beginning position but the lead producer stopped them. "Hold on, I think the scene we got was good. We can make it sound like you heard a formid. The next scene works well with this." Then he says to everyone else, "Let's continue folks," giving everyone the queue to move on to the next scene.


Becky and Freen manage to film all of their separate and combined scenes by the end of the day. Freen had a few extra scenes without Becky but she would film that on another day.

It's 11 P.M. when Becky gets home. She turns on the tap to grab a drink of water. She's about to turn it on when she remembers that it's been off.

Becky hesitates, then turns it on anyways. Water starting running down the drain.

Becky smiles. She has her best friend back


The horoscope was true! Nova though
surprisingly.

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Freen: First person POV.

I went home that Sunday on the bus. A few weeks ago, I never would have even thought of taking the bus, but I enjoyed it that time with Becky so much, I went out and bought a bus card so I can take it more often.

I ended up taking three buses home, but I didn't even mind, it was that fun.

I'm on my first bus when I start thinking about the day. I thought about those 12 year old boys with fireworks. I really thought it was a gunshot. That was weird.

I still hadn't spoken to Kade. Surprisingly, I wasn't as lonely as I thought I would be. I guess because that hole in my heart from my best friend was replaced by my fake girlfriend.

That's another weird thing. I don't even think I hate Becky anymore. She's kinda cool. I look at my phone to see how far I was from my second stop.

17 minutes.

I get comfy in my seat and start daydreaming- my favourite hobby.

I think of myself with a boyfriend but no face comes to mind. I look around my bus for inspiration for my daydream boyfriend. I see a guy around my age.

He had dyed dark red 4c hair and is dressed in red and black. I liked his style and a few months ago he definitely would've been my type, but now I don't feel that same attraction.

I go back to my daydream. My dream boyfriend has this red haired guy's fashion style, but the face was a blurry blob.


I imagine myself at school absolutely despising that guy. I love enemies to lovers so I added that to my story.


We have a ton of tension from hating each other so much. We could be like academic rivals.

I spend my first bus ride thinking about the enemies part. I get on my second bus and get on the lovers part of my story. One of my favourite tropes is also the one bed trope so I add that in there.

As I'm daydreaming, I realize the scene seems really familiar. I recognized the room, I remember this scene very vividly, but I had no idea where I knew it from. That almost memory gave me a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

I continue to rack my brain until it hits me like a brick.

That night I slept on the same bed as Becky.

It was a bit before we started fake dating. Becky's best friend caught us the next day.



Wow.


I continue thinking about that. I look back on all our past memories from the past few months. I think about that fuzzy feeling I had when Becky called me at like peak morning telling me we had a kiss scene.


I hadn't even realised, but I started replacing my day dreams with my imaginary boyfriend to daydreams with Becky.


The enemies parts really fit. I get on my final bus and think about being Becky's girlfriend, but for real. I think about kissing her. I've definitely thought about that before but not in a gay way. In like a practise way for the show.


But now I think about kissing becky as Freen, not my character.

It's a fun feeling. Very cockroach-in-stomach kinda way. I'm reminded of a conversation with Jenson where he told me that him, Becky and Jennie used to practise kissing together so they're not amateurs when it really happens.

I remember him saying she was a good kisser.

I decided that I want to experience that.

I like Becky.


I want her.



I'm getting her.



With that on my mind I get home and go to sleep listening to Heat Waves and daydreaming (night dreaming? dreaming??)

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