The tale of being famous ON HOLD (Jamie Campbell Bower)

Chapter 6

We had been playing "The lie in our glamour" for little over three months now and it went great. The shows were still well-visited and the stage fright had gotten less and less with every show. Playing it for three months now also meant that Gus and me were a couple since over three months now, too. And what can I say... He was the best boyfriend I could wish for. Not only did we spend a lot of time together because we were in the same play but he also took me out on regular dates where we went on shopping tours through London/hitch hiking near Salisbury/(or even) swimming at the seaside.

Next Saturday was the last show we would do in this group constellation because Gus and me were involved in Scott's new musical and some other actors were leaving, too.

"Good morning, beautiful." said Gus as he hugged me from behind, pressing me against the kitchen table. It had been one of those rare mornings where I had woken up before him and made us breakfast. Normally he was the one to get toast and jam in the morning.

I turned around in his arms, kissing his nose lightly. "Good morning you." Gus didn't like being given nicknames so I just got used to calling him you instead of honey or baby or anything. Honestly, even I found it creepy when a girl called her boyfriend like that. It just sounded wrong.

"Why up so early?" he asked, clearly making fun of me not exactly being a morning person.

"Shut up and enjoy the breakfast." I laughed and made him sit down in front of his favourite cup (the one with the pug on it).

We had a nice little breakfast and a nice little conversation and I ended up on his lap with him kissing my face playfully when suddenly Adam walked in in his pajamas.

"Oh this smells awesome, did you... Oh my God, thanks you two! Now I'm blind! Could you please continue your snogging session somewhere else?!"

"Could you please move out already?!" I shot back. "Remember when you said it would only be for a short time?!" My little brother still hadn't moved out of our already pretty small appartement. The only difference was that he didn't sleep on the sofa anymore but on a matress in Tom's room. I think Tom only allowed him to sleep there because he had a crush on Adam but at least now he didn't occupy the sofa at any time of the day.

The only problem now was that with Gus staying over in my room from time to time there now where days where there were five people in a flat that had been rather small for THREE of us.

"I told you it isn't that easy to find a flat in London. Actually, I sometimes don't even think there is one." I knew that Adam didn't do it on purpose and that his standarts weren't too high or anything, so it wasn't his fault. The problem was that the rents here were high as fuck and he couldn't just afford a flat with his low-payed work experience. I knew that kind of struggle just too well.

"I know Adam. I told you I could help you look for something."

"I know." he said. "By the way, Scott called yesterday evening when you were out with Gus. He told me to tell you that the first meeting will be today in two weeks and that you shouldn't be late this time."

"Okay, thanks." I said, trying not to be pissed about Scott's comment about me being late. I wasn't ALWAYS late and if I was I usually had a good reason.

Adam left for work and Gus and I finished breakfast. It was about half twelve when Tom made the effort to leave his room. He didn't look too awake but at least he wore his boxers so it seemed like he had had time to change last night. He always slept in his boxers and I think Gus only accepted him running around in them when I was around because he was as gay as a guy could possibly be.

"Good morning, Tomboy!" I greeted.

"Coffee..." was the only answer I got from him.

"Ooh, grumpy cat today, huh?" whispered Gus. I laughed silently.