Disasterology

6

Walking onto set today was awkward so, to curb the uncomfortableness of it all I found the cutest guy I could manage to find and made him the focus of my attention. He didn't even try to fight it, he instantly gave into my flirting and reciprocated it right back just as any guy does to me. Well, almost any guy.

"Finn, we appreciate your dedication to your love life but we need you on set." one of the set directors calls over the walkie talkies that we all have on us.

Rolling my eyes I push myself up off the random guy's lap that I was sitting on. His hands fall off my body, lingering on my ass. If we were alone I would've hit him, but as it has it, everyone on set right now is watching me and that includes Vic. 

I saunter right over to him and place myself against him, my back leaning onto his chest just like our scene calls for. "What're you looking at?"

"Nothing." he says. I turn my head to look at him and see him staring straight ahead at where the cameras are. He doesn't even spare a glance at me.

"I'm a lot more than nothing and you know it." I retort. I push myself against him, shifting my weight from one foot to another so my body grinds against his. "Just need to get adjusted."

Vic pushes himself back against the wall so that his body isn't pressed against mine anymore. Of course, I make sure he sees me roll my eyes at him.

"You're so boring." I say with a toss of my hair.

"I'm not boring because I don't want to get with someone who I'm supposed to have a professional, working relationship with." he replies dryly. 

"No, you're right. You're a loser for that and boring for your entire personality."

I expect him to shoot back a rude reply or even tell me to stop talking, but he doesn't. He keeps looking straight ahead at the cameras again, pretending I'm not even there with him. I can see his jaw clench when I look at him. I take it as a victory.

"It wouldn't kill you to have a little fun." I say to him in a singsong voice. 

"Can we just shoot the videos without talking?"

"Sure, you can be quiet all you want. I think you look better when you don't talk."

"This is going to be a long couple of months." Vic says with a sigh.

"You think you have it bad?" I say and scoff. "You have to shoot a video with a beautiful, successful actress. I think you'll be fine."

"Beautiful outside." Vic clarifies. It feels like a slap in the face to hear those words comes out of his mouth.

"I don't know why anyone says you're a good guy. I've known you for two days and I think you're a fucking dick."

Vic opens his mouth to reply, however he doesn't get the chance because at that very moment we're told to get into positions because we're starting to shoot our very first scene. The direction moves us through what we're going to do before asking if we have any questions. We don't, so we set up for our first scene and then just like that we're filming.

The cameras start and I take my first position with body pressed up against Vic's. I lean into him, my hand gripping his shirt against his chest, then I turn so my back is pressed against the front of his body. My head leans back onto his shoulder, then he gazes down at me. I can see the anger in his eyes still, I bet that'll look good on film. He breaks eye contact as his eyes slide over my body in front of him. He leans downs so his face is right against mine, then his left hand slides onto my thigh, gripping onto it.

"Cut! We're going to reset! Guys, stay in your current position please!" one of the set people yells at us.

Great, so now we're stuck glued together. I feel Vic readjust his fingers on my thigh. Poor guy has probably never had to be this close to someone while shooting a video, he probably didn't realize how close we had to be together and for how long, and now here he is stuck to me, his hand forced to grip onto my thigh until we're told to start up again.

"I'm sorry about what I said." Vic says quietly so that only I can hear him.

It takes everything in me to not roll my eyes at him. Vic seems like the type of guy who needs everyone to adore him which is why he's apologizing for what he said to me. He probably can't stand knowing that someone might not like him and needs to make things "better" between us so that his mind is at ease. Well, I don't care.

"Finn?" he says, peering down at me. "Did you hear m-"

"Yeah, and I don't care." I say dismissively, keeping my eyes on anything but him.

"Seriously?" he says, his gaze turning into a glare. "I apologized for-"

"Don't care." I say, cutting him off. "Can we just shoot the videos without talking?" I say, mocking him.

The sound of his frustrated sigh is music to my ears. It's the first thing to really make me smile all week, actually.

"Gladly." he says through clenched teeth.

I smile to myself at his annoyance and then mentally count down the days until I don't have to see this arrogant prick ever again.