Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 79.

Y/N's pov~

Being back in Los Angeles was not easy for me. Especially not since I was picked up again on Monday at 7:45 and driven to the set. It was the first official day of shooting and I was a little nervous when I got out of the car and had to get straight into costume. My hair was put in a braid, leaving my face looking a little younger, and the clothes were an interesting choice. Like an 18 year old with a knitted jumper and casual skinny jeans. On top of that, my jumper was being redone every three seconds to get every wrinkle out while I was still trying to learn my lines, which I had almost mastered. Luckily had more than enough time on the flight.

What I also found admirable was how everyone knew my name. In most cases I was only ever known by Tom Holland's girlfriend, but people never called me by my first name without me knowing theirs. But now my name was being called from all sides while I was on my way to the first scene place.

Whether it was having my face powdered again, being told where the markings on the floor would be, or the wiring in my jumper having to be redone. It was exciting but also really exhausting at the same time.

"Y/N!" Wayne waved to me standing next to some old set car. His hair was made all fluffy, like he didn't have any gel or wax in it and unlike the expensive branded clothes he usually wore, he now only had a black jumper with black jeans, making him look like the typical bad boy in every high school movie. I immediately scurried over to him, my make up artists trailing behind me like puppies since they still weren't quite finished with my look, and just like me, Wayne was being rewired by two sound technicians. "Ready for scene number one?" I wasn't quite sure, but riding a bike through the street was something I was supposed to be capable of. So I nodded, looking around.
"Yeah. You?" Wayne nodded too.
"Not a fan of looking like I'm going to kill myself but other than that it's certainly going to be fun." A harsh chuckle escaped his throat and I looked him up and down again. The tags on our shoes were already taped off, and admittedly Wayne did look a little depressed, but he had to.

Shortly after that we started shooting the first scene and it took us a whole 16 takes. Three of them were of me riding my bike, one from the front with three cameras, one from behind with two cameras, and the third time was filmed from above. At the same moment Wayne would be walking down the street with his cap pulled over his head. But also for this scene he had to be shot from the front, from behind, above, and only his steps. Luckily after 120 minutes we had the first 30 seconds of the film in the can. On the other hand, it was probably the easiest scene in the whole making.

We were taking a quick break while the team was having a discussion. With a bottle of water in our palms, and a blanket over each of our laps, we rummaged through our mobile phones in boredom.

"You guys look apathetic." Someone stated, turning out to be Clark as he stopped in front of us, taking a sip of his black coffee. He looked over at the set, the street where we were shooting completely closed off so that no cars could drive through and interrupt the scene.
"Thanks." Wayne said. "Yeah no, the eternal waiting pauses on set are the worst." Clark nodded, understanding his statement, before turning his gaze to us. Looking Wayne's outfit up and down, then mine.
"I can imagine. Did Reez want you to look like this?" He pointed to the clothes on our bodies with his index finger around the mug of his coffee, his other hand tucked away in his Carhartt jacket pocket.
"Like what? A church girl and a bad boy?" I joked, after all, my outfit looked quite well-behaved and I wouldn't be surprised if my parents were church people in the film.

Clark chuckled a harsh laugh from his throat, the corners of his mouth tipping up.
"Pretty well described. But yeah. You look like annoying teenage kids." Wayne threw his half-full bottle of water against Clark's chest, almost making him spill his coffee, but Clark caught himself before it could happen. Took it with a sense of humour.
"You could consider yourself very lucky if we were to be your children!" Wayne laughed. Clark, in turn, just smirked in thought, then looked over at me while Wayne was still laughing.

Clark was a little older than us, 36 to be exact, but he was definitely not old enough to be our father. I knew that and so he did as he gave me his furrowed brows look. With a sharp jaw and stubble beard shaved to perfection. This man didn't dare to have one beard hair longer than the other.
"Well." Wayne stood up. "I'm going to go find the bathroom. Be right back." Then he left while Clark took his chair next to me. He spread his legs, ran a hand over his jaw, then rested it on the armrest.

"So how was Capetown?" He asked after a few seconds of tense silence from my point of view. My eyes immediately flicked up to him, wondering how he knew I was in Capetown and why he would even ask.
"How do you know I was in Capetown?"
"Reez had mentioned something about it." He explained, but my eyebrows rose in doubt. The answer came too quickly, too fluidly.
"And there were quite a few paparazzi photos on SM." He admitted, bringing a small grin to my cheeks.
"There were?" I asked. Paparazzi pictures were something most actors had to deal with, but it was never really a huge problem for me as long as Tom wasn't with me. Meeting Spiderman on the street was a big deal for everyone after all.

"Yah. A dozen. Didn't even know you were that much into british cookies, or how you would call them 'biscuits'" If it wasn't Clark whom I didn't want to bond with, I would have punched him in the arm from dying laughter, but instead I just rolled my eyes with a smirk on my lips and looked straight ahead at the set to surpress his captive gaze.
"Yeah no. Got them for Tom." I stated, knew exactly which picture he was talking about. Because I had seen one of them too where I was stepping out of the supermarket with two bags full of jaffa cakes, knowing that Tom loved them and I was sure he hadn't discovered them in whole Capetown yet.

Clark nodded, his brow furrowing and a humph sounding from his throat, not wanting to ask any more questions, yet still having something stored deep down in the backest of his mind. "He doesn't actually fulfil all the British clichés though." I joked. Figured maybe I should try a little harder not to come across as cold. And I'm not going to lie, hearing his laugh made me want to top it off. "Fine." I sighed. "He also loves English breakfast Tea." I said, and watched as another smile crossed Clarks face.

"I've only ever eaten these jaffa biscuits once during a baseball game a few years back. Not the worst but I prefer butterscotch cookies." He told me.
"I've always wanted to watch a baseball game, but somehow haven't gotten around to it yet." I explained, watching as he straightened his posture in excitement. To be fair though, it wasn't exactly easy to attend a baseball game in London when it was more of an American thing to do.
"Wait- seriously? Because I still have two tickets left for the Giants game on Friday evening which I didn't plan on going to. So if you want- we could..." He hesitated, wondering if he was doing the right thing or going too far, but I didn't even let him finish. "Oh my god I would love to!" I exclaimed. After all I didn't have anything planned for Friday evening anyway and I have to use the time I have in Los Angeles, don't I? There were so many things I needed to do while I was here, and watching a baseball game allowed me to check at least one thing off the list. Touching the Hollywood sign being another unchecked event for now.

"Great! So I'll pi-"
"Y/N!" Wayne interrupted Clark's sentence. "You're needed again!" And with that I stood up, ready to jump into the next scene. I gave Clark another grateful smile, told him let's talk later and then I was already standing next to Wayne again.