Off The Script

02.

02.

I followed behind George Statham the director to this play, he was bossing everyone around and only ever checking in with me to make sure I had exactly what he wanted written down. To be perfectly honest I felt kinda less than while being his shadow. He's the sort of person who commands the whole room with just his presence, I, as much as I like to think I am just like that am most definitely not. Overall sometimes I just feel like a loser since I broke off from B. She made me feel like a winner even when I was following in the shadows of people like George. I always have, being the artsy guy who isn't exactly Mr. Popular. Out of highschool it's not much better.

"B Monson, what are you doing?" George yelled out over the whole stage and I felt my neutral state crawl away and now I was paying very intense attention to the scene.

B was scrambling up from the ground obviously embarrassed, everyone was watching. I wanted to just help her up but my body wouldn't move, it was planted in the spot and I was watching silently. George strode over to her, I automatically followed him wanting to just chuck my heart out the window. It was screaming for her. Our eyes met for a brief second. I couldn't breathe. Could she see right into my soul? I always thought she could.

George then stuck out his hand to her and everyone looked at eachother unconsciously, it was weird to see George help out someone. Especially an actor who had stumbled over, he didn't like clumsiness. He said it ruins sets and scenes. I held my breath and watched her take his hand. He pulled her up and then looked towards everyone else.

"What are you all staring at? Get to work." Just as soon as he said it, everything resumed including my own green eyed monster coming out of hiding.

B glanced to me and then muttered a thanks to George. He smiled a warm smile back at her and I'd never wanted to punch someone more.

"I also wanted to discuss scene 18 with you Director, if you will?" B spoke up a little louder. I was rooted in spot watching George smile at her for the second time.

"Yeah what can I do for you little lady?"

Okay yeah now I was fuming. Who in their right mind calls a woman who is pursuing a professional acting career and is the main character in their play 'little lady'? But I didn't say a word. It wasn't in my place.

"Well, I just think the fact that when Julia and Jason are deciding to divorce it's a little weird that they seem to get back together all in that one scene," she looks to me, "I don't think his mind would've changed that easily it's a bit unrealistic." B looked back at George who was nodding and thinking.

"You are a genius miss Beatrice," B cringed, she hated her legal name, "that is quite right. I think we need to write a new scene 18 am I correct?"

B nodded, her eyes still glued to mine. George turned around to acknowledge me for the first time today.

"Timbers, make sure Monson gets her rewritten scene. Do it now."

Now I really wanted to pummel the guy. I'd been telling him about the inaccuracies of scene 18 for the past three weeks that he'd been talking about the production plan and so and so. But I smiled up at him and then he strode away, leaving me with B. I didn't know what to say to her. She looked down to the floor, I looked at her dark lashes and her messy dark hair. Almost as messy as mine. She looked back up at me, her hand on the back of her neck.

"It meant nothing remember? We can be friends... It doesn't have to be weird." She finally said. Even as she was saying it all I could remember was kissing her all over again.

Her lips trailed down my jawline, my neck, and then back up until they touched my own.

I managed a smile. "You're right. It's not weird don't worry about it. Uhm so, I happen to be able to influence the script writing quite a lot since Vincent won't write a script without the plot already done... What did you have in mind?"

B looked towards some stairs and nudged her shoulder at it. I nodded and she walked over through the busy people to the quieter stairway. She sat on the third step and motioned me to sit next to her. I did and felt a pang of guilt. I still hadn't talked things through with Emily.

B laughed as I tickled her relentlessly. She kicked me in the stomach and I groaned still grinning because, it was her.

It didn't matter.

"I just wanted to ask," B paused for a moment looking into my light eyes, "how are you doing?" The question took me by surprise. How was I doing? Good? Okay? Terrible? Terribly confused? Probably the latter. I sighed and finally decided I owed it to her to just tell her. I put my stupid assistants notepad down.

"Being a director's assistant isn't exactly everything I had imagined," I hadn't admitted that to anyone except her, with B it didn't feel like I had to put up a front, "If you couldn't tell it's actually pretty sucky." I let out a bitter laugh.

She didn't say anything and then looked at me for a long hard minute. Finally she let out the longest sigh I've ever heard.

"You stubborn dumbass, oh my god. Stand up for yourself, Gregory! It's super obvious that Mr. I-think-the-world-revolves-around-me-and-it's-ok-to-call-my-fellow-castmember-little-lady needs a reality check and that you're the one who gets trampled on the most. Don't let someone trample all over you, and don't be too stubborn to admit to people close to you that you might have made a mistake and will need to reconsider going to university next year. Okay?" She practically screamed it at me and god knows I needed it.

I thought I missed B yesterday when we kissed. But now I really missed B. I missed her giving me impromptu pep talks and most importantly just making sure I wasn't making huge mistakes. Like the one we made yesterday. I felt my whole body tense up thinking about it. Why couldn't I just let it go? It meant nothing. She said it herself.

"You have no idea how much I needed that."

"That or me?" She asked me before she could filter herself, and so we sat there both our hearts jumping out of our chests.

Then I kissed her for the second time in two days.