A Movie Of Our Own

23

Charlotte

It's been about a week since Brooke and I kissed and today will be the first time we've talked since. Today I return back to set to film more, obviously, but some scenes have been shot without me earlier this week.

I've only texted Brooke once since the kiss, and that was to make sure she knew it was my number. And now that I think of it — it was more of a first make out, not a kiss.

And of course when I told Lena, she totally flipped out. Unfortunately I had to wait to tell her, because by the time I had made my way back to the dance floor to find her, she was reported to have already left with some guy. And it wasn't just any guy, it was the damn bodyguard who had led us in that night.

And one thing about Lena, is once she saw what she wanted, she was going to get it. And I guess she definitely wasn't joking when she called that guy cute.

Anyways, Lena went ballistic and it was so fun to see her so excited over me kissing someone. I've definitely made it to all bases before, but I just have a very uninteresting love life. But I'm not to blame — most of the part is because of my career. You know, most of my relationships haven't even been real. They were mostly for PR and to promote myself and the other person, otherwise, that was it.

I was in a relationship with a guy once — I was in high school and it was with some guy that was in the school band. He was cute and really nice, and respectful, freaky, but I tried so hard to convince myself I wasn't lesbian that I thought dating him would solve it. Long story short, it didn't, obviously. We lasted about two months before I broke up with him because I "wasn't allowed to date." My parents were never really there, so to say "I wasn't allowed to date" is a mystery I'll never be able to solve.

So all of that together was the main reason Lena reacted the way she did when she found out I guess.

Flashback

The morning, or should I say afternoon sun shines brightly through the curtains of my bedroom as I awaken from my sleep.

I quickly rub my eyes to get them adjusted to the light and I press down on my hairs that I feel flying out of my head.

What time is it?

I feel a line of liquid coming out of my mouth and I can only guess that it's saliva. I then quickly wipe that off of my mouth and decide to look at my phone for the time.

I reach over to one of my nightstands and unplug my phone and sit back up in bed once it's in my hand. I press the 'power' button and see the time that pops up on my screen, 2:36?! You're joking? I swear I didn't drink that much last night. I mean I don't even remember how I got home last night, but I know I didn't drink THAT much. Not
compared to everyone else at least..

All I can remember is going back to the dance floor to look for Lena, and after I heard from one of her friends that she escaped with some guy, I headed back to the bar.

And I know I wanted to leave after a few drinks, maybe? I'm not sure.

I then awaken from my thoughts of last night whenever my phone starts to vibrate in my hand multiple times.

I quickly look down to my screen and see multiple notifications from Lena pop up.

Lena🙄🤍
We need to talk PRONTO!!

Lena🙄🤍
What time is it? I think I threw
up BTW.

Lena🙄🤍
I'm coming over, so be ready
for a debriefing of last night!