Say You Will

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He couldn't stop the beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face while he downed a shot of blood orange punch that Skandar offered him.

Normally, ever since that fiasco precisely five months ago, he had avoided any forms of liquor,  alcoholic or not. He spent a month before that very drunk and he wasn't fond on being the same way again.

And he calls it a fiasco, by the way, because the showbiz industry exploded when they knew what William and Anna had been hiding for three (almost four) years. The whole cast and crew of Narnia (excluding Skandar and Georgie, of course; they were the only persons who knew) went crazy. Ever since, they had been bombarding them with questions like how and when they started dating, why didn't they tell them so that they could have deleted the kissing scene in the screenplay and they could have prevented those days when they scolded them for being too cozy with each other off camera that they even wrote a restraining order to them both, et cetera et cetera. Their fans were in a frenzy (especially those ones who believed they were really in a relationship), immediately posting a social media campaign for a romantic comedy movie with the both of them headlining it.

That kiss they shared on the sidewalk? Twitter crashed a lot of times because of that.

And of course, some people only saw it as a PA stunt to promote their movie. Which Will thought was crazy because it happened a month after Caspian premiered with the movie already out of the theaters. But then again, the showbiz industry would be incredibly boring if the bashers couldn't have their say so Will left them with their opinions.

Anna no longer care about any of it, though. Heck, Will was even more troubled by some his fans' backlash towards her than her. She seemed not to care the slightest bit anymore. She didn't seem to care anymore about the industry they were both in ruining their personal lives.

But Will cared. After all, it was because of him and his temper that led them to that fiasco five months ago.

That led them almost to ruin.

Which brought him back to why beads of sweat kept trailing down his forehead while he sat at the booth of a certain bar with Skandar Keynes across from him.

It was almost the middle of December and yet, he was sweating like it was May. Honestly, Will thought in annoyance.

Skandar was staring in amusement at the expression on Will's face, casually sipping a glass of iced tea. If he wasn't about to be in a meeting with Michael, Georgie, and the new cast and crew for Dawn Treader, he would have no problem joining Will in drinking punch. But he didn't want showing up to that meeting woozy. Georgie nagging at him in front of the production team was the last thing he wanted. Honestly, Skandar thought. That girl has become more and more like his mother.

"You know," Skandar said to his bestfriend (more like an older brother than bestfriend, really.) "I don't really get it why you're so bloody nervous."

Will, in response, downed another shot of the punch. He ran his fingers on his blonde-hair in frustration, forcing himself to concentrate why he summoned Skandar there in the first place. "I don't really get it, too," he answered through gritted teeth.

"It's not as if she'd kick you in the face and run away. Oh wait," Skandar pretended to think, placing a finger on his temple and looking up at the bar's ceiling. "She might." He grinned.

Will glared at his seventeen-year-old companion, wondering why he was the one he chose to ask for advice and not James.

"This is so not funny, Mr. Smarty Pants," he said.

"I know, I know," Skandar laughed. "It's just," he took another sip of his iced tea. "You look like you're about to vomit. I'm just lightening the mood."