A Movie of Our Own (wlw)

37

Charlotte

"And that's a wrap for today everyone!" Brooke shouted.
I then let out a sigh of relief and smiled to myself, proud that we finally got through that scene.
Even if Brooke and I still have something going on, she definitely doesn't change her bitchy attitude on set. She doesn't even spare me, not one bit.

But besides that, I'm extremely nervous to go over to Brooke's house this evening.
Like what do I wear? My clothes that I wore here? Something casual?

No, I can't.

There is only one person who can help with that.

Lena, obviously.

I then start to walk towards my dressing room to change out of my costume, but then I feel a hand lightly tap my shoulder.
I turn around to see Olivia.
I haven't had any scenes with her today, but I guess she's here to get some other shots filmed? Maybe even costume fitting? Who knows?

"Oh! Hey Olivia, did you need something?" I ask.
I look around awkwardly, waiting for her to answer.

We haven't talked since New York, and I'm not even sure what we were talking about. Like I said, all I can really remember about New York is Brooke.
Which I still can't seem to get rid of.

"Oh, yeah I wanted to talk to you since I feel like we haven't talked in forever! Especially since New York you know.." She says.
"Yeah, definitely. Why are you here? I didn't know you were filming today." I point out.

I look around, bored of the conversation already. But then I saw Brooke and her eyes darted at me. She just can't keep her eyes off of me, huh?

Why don't we mess around with her a bit?

"You know, you're probably so busy I probably shouldn't ask.." Olivia says, catching my attention. Okay, part of me actually feels bad. She's a really sweet friend, and she was actually nice to talk to.

"Wait." I say as I put my hand on her shoulder, stopping her from walking any further. "What is it? You can tell me Olivia." I then rub her shoulder to reassure her, and to also piss off Brooke, whose stare is still glued onto me.

"I just wonder if you remember what I was going to tell you, last time we saw each other, in New York."I think about the question and I try to go back to the night where I last saw Olivia but the whole time I was with her kind of seems like a blur now. I did drink a bit, so it really could have been anything.

"Umm.." I start to say, but then I look at Brooke again.
I then bring my attention back to Olivia.
"You know, I actually don't remember, I'm sorry, my memory has been a little fuzzy since then. I just can't seem to remember anything that happened in New York." I sigh as I put my hands on my hips.

"But, if you want to talk some more about it we can head to my dressing room, hm?"
"I just have to pack a few things before I go home for the day. Care to join?" I ask, turning my eyes to a more pleasing look so she'd join me.

"Uhh, sure! I can't be long though, I have to be back on time." Olivia replied.

"Oh yeah, of course. I'd never let that happen! Come on." I say as I walk towards my dressing room door, Olivia following behind me.

As I reach the dressing room door, I open it and stand aside to let Olivia in first.

After she walks in I take a quick peek behind me to see Brooke giving me a death stare. My heart quickly starts to beat, I know she's mad, or I can see from afar.
I close the door behind me and I see Olivia has gotten comfortable on my couch so I sit on my makeup chair in front of her.