Random stories I wrote.

Behind the scenes

This one is about a actress and actor.

We finish the play and the curtain closes. It was our last show. A year of practice is over. This is the end. I turn to my co-star with a smile. We played husband and wife. He was so nice to me trough-out the entire play. I have grown to like him. I mean like him more than friends. Our faces are covered in tears from happiness but also a bit from sadness. We are still holding hands even though the bow is over and no one can see us. Our eyes lock and I feel my face turning red.

"You did good." I say with a smile. We walk closer and wipe my tears. I smile as he holds my face in his hands.

"You too darling. You did great." Darling. The nickname he always used. He hugs me and I can smell his perfume. His hug is warm and feels safe. His nose is buried in my hair. I look up at him.

"What is it?" He says with a smile as he wipes his tears.

"Nothing." I try to cover up my feelings. I can't be in love with him of all people. It was probably just the setting. Just the romance of the theater. We get called to the dressing room. I take a quick step back.

"Right. Uhm it was fun playing your wife." He nobs.

"I will miss being your husband." He says and I feel my heart drop. Does he really mean it? Is he flirting? Does he like me too?

"I should go to the dressing room." He agrees and we walk away from each other. I look down and tears start streaming down my face again. Not because it is the last time we did the play but because of him. Because I want to be with him but I know I can't. It is not allowed to date with your co-actors in our group.

"Wait!" I hear someone scream and I turn around to see him. "Don't leave yet. You can't leave before I tell you this." He runs up to me and holds my hands.

"What? What do you mean?" He cups my face.

"I am going to quit theater." My heart drops once again.

"What why? Why would you, you love it." He simply just smiles.

"So I can do this." He presses his lips against mine. I don't hesitate to kiss him back. My fingers tangle in his hair and his arms slide around my waist. It is like the world stops. I pull back.

"Am I the reason you will stop?" He nobs.

"I can't stand seeing you every day without being able to date you. I am so in love with you."

"I am in love with you too." We kiss again not caring if anybody sees.