They piled us onto the set. "Who wants to go first?!" the camera operator's eyes jumped between us three.
"I could go--" Aryan began.
"Ladies first." I said resolutely. Aryan nodded his head, "Yea, Leah can go."
"No no no no. I'm scared!" Leah looked up at me with her big brown eyes, pleading. She clutched her hand to her chest after whipping it right back out of the box we were supposed to be feeling up.
Well, I guess we weren't supposed to feel up the box as much as we were supposed to feel up what was inside of it. Well, not feel up, but... you know what I mean.
Everyone on the set laughed at her antics, which is probably why she amped them up.
Like I said before, it started to get easier to tell when she was acting.
She pulled out her lower lip, her eyes getting impossibly bigger. I felt the urge to be her hero.
If I had the power to make it stop... Oh, who am I kidding? I wouldn't. I'd ramp it up. This was way too fun. Her squeals, her brown eyes, the way she kept looking at me for help like I was the first person she thought of, and there, that big smile she gave when she knew she was leaning into the drama.
She acted like she wanted me to solve her problems, but really - deep down - in the same way I loved ruffling her feathers, she liked her feathers to be ruffled.
I laughed at her, "Come on, Leah. You at least have to try." We held eye contact.
"It'll be fine." Aryan and I said at the same time. Aryan put a hand on her shoulder.
I felt something in my chest -- was that, annoyance? I looked up to his eyes but saw he was already staring at me with a disapproving look.
My shoulders tensed in defiance at the memory that came swirling back from last night...
Aryan pulled Leah's hand toward whatever was in the box. I have no idea what compelled me to do it -- maybe it was Aryan pulling on her hand. Maybe it was because I loved to hear her squeal. -- but I immediately shoved my hand inside to tickle hers.
An electric shock went up my arm. Chills went right up my shoulder, forcing me to hop backward at the same time as Leah. Leah screamed. A laugh burst out of my chest.
"That was me. That was me." I glanced at Aryan who couldn't stop himself from laughing either.
Leah glared daggers at me. Acting -- she actually loved it.
"Here, let me help." I made sure to grab her hand this time. Another jolt shot up my arm. Her skin was so soft and warm. Suddenly, my hands felt huge and sweaty by comparison. I consciously loosened my grip a bit. I looked up at Leah, who had her eyes squinted closed.
For a second, I just looked at her side profile. The bright set lights glanced off of her brown skin. I followed the trailed own her eyelashes that dusted her cheeks, over the curve of her nose.
"Aryan, could you grab Leah's hand instead?" The sound of the camera operator's voice brought me back. I looked over, hopefully hiding my annoyance.
"Sorry, Walker, you're sort of crossing the frame." The camera operator finished. I looked over and noticed my arm was technically blocking what was in the box. I grit my teeth a bit at the smirk Aryan didn't even try to hide.
"No worries. Of course." I took a step back. Aryan grabbed her hand and guided it toward the fake snakes.
After Aryan went, it was my turn.
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The Secret of Us
RomanceI don't ship the actors, but the story the fanbase has created around their interactions was just too good not to join in on. I think the two are just really good friends!
