the love rectangle

quatre

i need to figure out how to tell One that Three is here before we get back to the set so he doesn't make a scene like the director almost did. i should have told him in the bathroom but i got distracted by our conversation and now there are other people around. i grab his hand and duck inside an office that's door is propped open. the light is off and i do a quick search to make sure the  room is empty.

One: uh...Four?

Four: there's something i need to tell you but i need you to not freak out on me.

i turn back to One and to my consternation his face has gone white.

One: what is wrong?!?

Four: *waves hands* nonononononono, this is good news, i swear. nothing is wrong!

One: *leans against the wall* oh. my. God.

Four: shit. sorry. i'm sorry.

One: you almost gave me a heart attack.

Four: sorrryyyyyyyy.

One: *puts his hands over his eyes* it's fine. if i die while actively working on the show, the company will pay for my funeral. save you from money.

Four: i'll keep that in mind for when i actually want to give you a heart attack.

i reach past One and close the door quietly, hoping whoever uses this office won't be back anytime soon. or at least not in the next ten minutes.

One: *peeks through his fingers* you're being awfully sneaky.

Four: you'll thank me later.

One: you do realize we could have just had whatever conversation this is going to be when we were in the bathroom, right?

Four: *sighs* yes i realize that now, i wasn't thinking earlier. or i was but your terrrible mood distracted  me.

One: first, you almost kill me. now, you insult me. also i can see how jittery you are so will you please just tell me whatever it is?

Four: Three is here.

One: *blank stare*

i clear my throat.

Four: Three is here. on set. they came with me.

One: they.....came with you.

Four: yes.

One: they came with you?

Four: yes.

One: as in, to my job. this building. the building we are both currently standing in?

Four: yes.

One: *very low* you're not joking, are you? because it won't be funny if you are.

Four: One, look at me. i'm not joking. Three is really here. they're waiting on set for us. it was their idea for us to come today and so i rolled with it instead of stopping to think.

One: *pulls a chair over and sits down* i can't believe it.

Four: they even came to my place to pick me up so we could come together and use that as our cover story for their presence.

One: *dazed* cover story?

Four: they're pretending to be my driver. or trying to. the director sort of almost ruined it.

One: *bewhildered laugh* please tell me they are in a disguise.

Four: a hoodie and sunglasses.

One: oh my God.