A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

15

Charlotte

This week is officially Lena's birthday week and I cannot describe the amount of excitement I have to celebrate it with her.

I've already bought her a perfume she's been wanting, a few Sephora gift cards, heaps of her favorite candy, a Chanel purse along with a matching wallet. I've also been on the lookout for more presents, but I have yet to find anything else. Lena didn't mind not getting presents either way, because there was a time where I couldn't afford anything at all—I even had to live with her for a bit until my acting career went off.

Anyways, after filming today, if I have any time, I was gonna go buy Lena a few lingerie sets since she seems to be into that lately. With the amount of times she's been seeing this one guy lately, I bet he'll appreciate the gift as well. Then on Friday which is her actual birthday, thank god, we would go clubbing.

I had it all perfectly planned out.

As I walked onto set today I immediately went speeding on my way to makeup and hair and quickly settled into the makeup chair. Like I said, I was working a normal amount of hours, but knowing Brooke, I suspected she already was going to try and hold us back some more.

Speaking of Brooke—as I sat in my makeup chair I couldn't help but think about Brooke last week. We haven't spoken since, which makes sense because of our occupations—but I couldn't help but feel this burden in my stomach. Was it fine if we talked as friends? I mean I really did enjoy her company, but she's my director, which makes the whole thing weird. I think that's why she hasn't talked to me sense. But I haven't talked to her either so I guess it makes sense that we just haven't talked at all.

"Something wrong sweetie?" Vicky, my makeup artist asks. I quickly dart my eyes back open to the mirror and make eye contact with her. "Oh no, it's nothing. Very nice of you to ask though." I reply with a smile and a nod.

"Are you sure? I know you don't usually talk that much but even if, I feel like you always have this bright energy that you carry with you. It's like you brighten up a room when you walk in, and today you're radiating off very much rain falls and storms." She then stops the makeup brush that was on my face and gets a hold of my chin and makes me look at her.

"You're sure nothings wrong?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm sure!" I flash a quick smile. "I was just planning Lena's birthday in my head. Do you remember her?" I ask as I attempt to change the subject. It's not as if I was lying though.
"Oh yeah, that your best friend that you brought on set last time right?" I nod in response.
"What about her? She's a sweet girl, how is she doing?" Vicky continues as she starts to apply blush. "Oh, she's doing good!" I answer back.

We then continued to talk about Lena and her birthday and luckily we moved on from the subject of my somberness quickly and focused on other topics. I knew Vicky felt something else was really up but she didn't want to ask anymore questions—which made me happy.
I don't wanna talk about how I'm practically crushing on Brooke. Please, anything but that.

Then, for the remainder of Vicky doing my makeup we talked about her little hook up she was dealing with. So everyone has a love life but me? Great.

I had never talked to anyone on set for this long but sometimes I forget how refreshing it can be to actually socialize with people. I really only talked to Lena so this was a bit of a shift for me, but I didn't mind it. Vicky was really fun to talk to. And I love meeting new people and getting to know them. Well, I hate the actual part of me having to talk but otherwise I enjoy the company it brings me.

Once I was finally done with wardrobe, hair and makeup, which took way too long, and call time was nearing, my anxiety decided to torture me and it was building up with each second. The idea of facing Brooke yet again made me nervous, just like that night at the bar.