Little Do You Know - Dylan O'Brien

A Bad Day {Chapter Ten}

this chapters song : Heathens - twenty one pilots

word count : 1509

**not proofread

I got back home and went to FaceTime my boyfriend back home. He picks up, but barely.

"Hey babe. Can't talk now. I'll call you later," he rushes out before hanging up.

"Okay...?" I say to myself, since he had already ended the call. I sigh and climb in the shower, killing time until he called back. But, I decided not to wait when it came around to be 12:30. Yes, I got home from work late - but he wouldn't call past midnight, anyway. I climb in bed, dry swallowing the sleeping pills I kept in my bedside table, before slowly falling asleep.

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I wake up to my alarm screaming at me. I groan and shut it off. I was exhausted. I hadn't slept much. For some reason my medication didn't work and I kept waking up. I had to go in for a scene today, but it was only a small scene. Since my character was just starting off, I wasn't there everyday like the rest of the cast. I haven't even met Shelly yet, and we were in the same season together. I get dressed before getting in my car. I hated this drive so much. I wanted to start looking for apartments and condos closer to set. After an agonizing hour of road rage, I finally get to the lot.

But of course, the problems don't end there. We had a new security guard at the gate - and my key card wouldn't work. He wouldn't let me in, no matter how much I tried to convince him that I worked there. After a very annoying argument, I back out and pull over on the side of the street outside the gate. I get out my phone and call Jeff.

"Rachel, you're 20 minutes late!" He says, obviously annoyed.

"I know, I know. Traffic was terrible today and now my key card isn't working. The security guard won't let me in. Any chance you can come convince him I work here?" I hear him sigh through the phone.

"Well, Posey's not working right now and got here early. I'll send him,"

"Thank you!" He hangs up and I pull forward a little more. When I see Posey pulling up to the gate in a golf cart, I pull up completely. He talks to the guard, and I'm finally let in. I park and Posey gives me s ride to my trailer in the golf cart.

"Bad day so far?" He asks.

"Yes..." I groan. "I got no sleep, traffic was terrible, I have a pulsing head ache and I already know my anxiety is going to be through the roof..."

"Sorry, Rach. We all have days like that, and we all know they suck. Especially when the crew gives you no sympathy..." He sighs.

"Yeah. Jeff sounded annoyed on the phone..."

"He'll get over it. Well, here's your trailer," Posey says, pulling up to the door.

"Thanks for the lift, Posey!" I say, getting out.

"No problem!" He says before speeding off in the direction of set. The costume and makeup artists are waiting for me. I get into costume, which they adjust so it's perfect and then the makeup artist perfect my makeup, before rushing me to set. I shoot the scene before going back to my trailer. Jeff wanted to get another scene done. There's a knock at the door, and Dylan pokes his head in.