Glamping ~ Joel Dommett

Painted Smiles

A/N: I know! Another part already! I'm really on a roll this week :3

I slam shut my laptop and grimace when I see my mug is already empty.

Begrudgingly, I stand up from my desk and weave my way into our kitchen, the surfaces shiny and polished from the spring clean we did yesterday (I've really been enjoying cleaning recently; sounds crazy, but I think it's the smell of the cleaning products that gets me).

The kettle pings on and I fumble for my phone, reading through some of the comments on the post I put up on my Instagram yesterday; a picture of me as a child my mum sent to me in the post. It's cute I must say.

The comments are what you'd expect, nothing very interesting, so I busy myself by choosing which type of herbal tea I want now... Mango and lychee? Steamed apple? Camomile?

I scratch my chin, not really fancying any of them.

Ah, lemon and ginger, sounds, hmmm, summery?

I fill up the mug (Joel's favourite; big mistake though, he gets very overprotective of his mugs) and bring it to my lips, wanting to procrastinate for as long as possible before actually having to sit down and to some more writing.

I was commissioned last week to write a new school drama for Channel 4 and it's proving challenging, especially since my own school experience was plain and normal, I was never bullied (thankfully) and was never the bully, I always got average grades and did normal things. But the school I'm writing about is less privileged, with more social issues (racism, sexism, homophobia) and I think I'm pretty out of my depth.

I asked Kelsey, one of my closest friends, to read through the script for the first episode, she said it was 'bloody amazing but definitely needs some more drama... Like, I dunno, murder? Yeah! Murder!' Kelsey is an odd one, obsessed with conspiracy theories and murder mysteries. She was upset when I told her that no one would be getting murdered in the first episode let alone in the whole series.

Kelsey has been nothing but supportive after all the drama with Harrison and Ros, she even went round to their flat and scratched a penis into his car, which I am definitely not responsible for...

Last weekend we had a barbecue and Kelsey and Ola came round early to help set up and got on like a house on fire! I could hardly prise the pair apart and was going to suggest they bought a house together and raised children and married.

I was very relieved to see that Harrison took down all of the articles he wrote, seems that Joel and I (and Kelsey of course) scared him off, and now he's not pestering us anymore!

The articles being written now are nothing but positive to which I am very thankful for.

Ugh. I drank all my tea already.

I look at the kettle and to my laptop sitting innocently on the desk, waiting to be opened and used, waiting for me to type out an entire series worth of scripts.

One more cup of tea first and then work?

I'm about to boil the kettle once more when my phone buzzes:

I bet you're procrastinating right now. Go and do some work!

How does Ola always know?

I abandon the kettle and do as Ola commands, perching down at my wooden desk and peeling open the laptop, the light flashing at me immediately. I sigh. Only five more episodes to write.

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"What's all that stuff in the bag?" I peer over from my desk to Joel who has just walked in from a morning of meetings. A gaping bin bag sits at his feet, which are now bare from when he kicked off his trainers.