Letter To

(6)

"Well thank you, I appreciate you saying that." You smiled softly before looking up at him. "Would you like to go and try the last scene from yesterday again? Because i failed to kiss you without laughing. I still don't know why I laughed, I couldn't contain myself." You shrug. "Just nerves. Before I married my wife, she would do that too though, those were a different kind of nerves," he teased before flipping back a page in the script. "I would be more than nervous, I mean me and my boyfriend have been together for 3 years now, he still gives me those butterflies from the day we met." "How is he by the way?" Paul asked with a soft smile. "He's great, he's my first my first lasting relationship and I really hope to spend the rest of my life with him. I should call him tonight, we used to write letters all the time as you may have noticed but i seemed to forget it lately. So yeah perhaps i can ring him up tonight, but without further or do.." you flipped a page before reading your line.

"How can you love a woman like me, Andy. Why did you choose me above all the other much prettier ladies?" "Because I never wanted them," he spoke softly as he set his thermos down and walked closer to cup your cheek. "And kiss. Need to run through that bit too?" You nod as you looked down at your papers  and placed your hands on his chest. "But why?" You whispered. "Because I love you," he whispered as he held you closer with his arms and leaving his hands to merely be gently placed on your back. Very slowly, he approached your lips tentatively before kissing you gently.

You slowly leaned in as you held into his shirt. While unknownst by the  both of of you some paps where hiding in the woods, teying to get a glimps of what was happening in the set quickly took some pictures of the both of you in action and hid away again to scan them in and print them to hit the newspaper the next day. You leaned back and took a deep breath. "And I love you more Andy." You bit your lip before breaking character. "That went okay I hope.." "That was excellent," he said with a smile before patting you on the back amd moving back to his thermos and script. "You'll be fine. Trust me." "Thank you. Shall we go back to fetch breakfast? I don't want them to miss us." You rolled up your script and stuck it in your pocket. "Yes, I wouldn't," he spoke with a yawn before pausing. "Wouldn't want to miss the good food this morning."

David woke up the next morning and stumbled down his stairs to pick up the paper and the milk jugs, also to see if there was any new maik. There was none. Not a single letter. He began to feel disheartened but he pepped himself up again to open the front door and grab his morning paper. David, however, was surprised as he bent down to see the headline 'Our Local Future Star Locks Lips with Blue-Eyed American Film Star. Steamy details of their budding romance on page four.' David grabbed at the horrible rag of a paper and swiped his bottle of milk before locking the door and running upstairs. He quickly threw everything onto the counter and flipped the pages to read the celebrity gossip brewing. As he read about the misunderstood event, he wanted to cry. It all made sense now. He was beginning to make conclusions as to why you hadn't called him or written a letter in what seemed like months. He had to talk to you. He sat down at his small desk and pulled out his parchment and pen before writing out a letter to you.