Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

Jackson vs. Fuuto

I was shoved into a ball gown, a crown placed on my head, my hair curled, and heels slipped onto my feet. I was currently on set for a tv show I was guest starring in, it was about rich people, and I was playing a british princess who was getting married to one of the rich people. And said rich person just had to be Jackson. I didn't even know he acted.

"Since when did you act?" I ask him.

"It's my second career choice, I was thrown into it at a young age but I tried switching things up a couple years ago"

"Mai, Jackson, we need you on set!" The director shouts.

"You look stunning," Jackson compliments.

"Thanks, you look dashing yourself," I say, practicing my accent.

"Quiet on set!" The director yells.

We both walk onto the stage, a green screen behind us. We were filming the part of the episode where he proposes and I agree but his family comes and stops him from getting too far in his plan to steal my money and I disappear from his life forever. It was only a simple cameo, I had filmed one more episode before it and it was just meant to set up our relationship.

"Will you marry me?" He asks, kneeling on the ground while holding onto my hand after saying a long and continuous speech.

I gasp. "Of course my love," I say in a fake British accent full of happiness.

He stands up happily, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me. I kiss back, wanting to make it look like I loved him. Truthfully, I did feel something towards him.

It was hard to focus.

"Bennett! What are you doing?!" One of the other actresses shouts, coming on set. It had changed in front of my castle to a church after a quick outfit change. I was now wearing a wedding gown with the same crown.

"We're getting married," I tell her excitedly, hugging Jackson from the side.

"Don't do it, he doesn't love you-"

"Don't listen to her sweetie, I love you from the bottom of my heart," he says, kissing my cheek.

I look at the woman in confusion. "What reason would you have for telling a lie?"

I didn't really get why they had this line. Normally the girl would disagree, saying the guy loved her, but I guess it was just because of what was going to happen next.

"He is my brother, he is only after your riches. Trust me, I only want to help you"

I look back at Jackson. "You don't love me"

"What? Don't listen to her!" He shouts. I give him a stern look and he grumbles. "Sorry, no"

I smile. "Thank god! That means I can elope with my one true love!" I run off set, holding onto my dress so I don't trip and fall flat on my face. "Phillipe, j'ai les nouvelles! On peut se marier!" I ad lib.

"And cut! Great work Mai, I love that touch in the end. The french, never imagined, didn't even know you could speak it. I'd love to see more of you in the future," the director yells.

"Thanks"

I get changed and meet Fuuto outside who was waiting for me. Jackson runs after me as I start to walk away with Fuuto, trying to get my attention.

"Mai! Hey, I was wondering when we'd be able to work on that duet"

"Oh! That's right, well maybe after supper around 8?"

"That sounds great," he says, then kisses my cheek. "See you later"

Fuuto growls as he walks away, like an actual dog like growl. My eyes watch him in concern, thinking he would lash out at any minute. He simply grabs my hand and drags me away.

"What are we going to do?" I ask.

"I got us reservations at a restaurant, you're gonna love the food"

"Well I love food in general so..."

We slip into the limo when it parks in front of us. We arrive at the restaurant, which looked way too fancy for what I was wearing. We were seated at a booth next to a window, sunlight seeping in through the glass. Fuuto held onto my hand from across the table as we talked, in the midst of our chat I noticed some flashes coming from outside. There were multiple photographers outside, taking pictures of us.

"I'll stop them," Fuuto suggests.

"No, it's fine," I tell him, lowering the blinds. "There, simple solution"

Once we finished I led us back to my apartment. Jackson was waiting outside when I arrived. Awkwardly, the three of us rode the elevator to my floor in a tension filled lift. I rush out of the elevator when it reaches my floor and hurry to find my music and guitar.

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" I hear Fuuto yell while I was digging through some books for the song.

I hurry out of my bedroom and find the two boys practically at each other's throats. They were taking turns yelling things at each other, insults, facts, lies.

"She loves me! Why can't you just get on with your life!" Fuuto shouts.

"Because she's my girlfriend and I love her!"

At this moment the room goes silent, my guitar hitting the floor breaking the silence. They both snap their heads to me, my mouth hanging open in surprise, shock, anger, amusement, confusion, etc.

"What?" Fuuto asks, slowly turning his head to Jackson.

"She's my girlfriend," he says calmly with a smirk, clearly showing off that he had the upper hand.

Not for long.

"Jackson, we dated 3 years ago for a year and a half so I'm not your girlfriend. But would you mind repeating what you had said after that?"

"You went out?!" Fuuto yells again. "I thought you said you loved me?" He says, sounding a little more hurt this time.

"Don't think I didn't see that magazine article about you and that Hailey girl. And I didn't go out with him to make you jealous or anything, I did it because I had been hurt by you and wanted someone who would actually be there"

Jackson stands in front of me, holding onto my hands gently. I take my angry eyes off of Fuuto and they soften once they see Jackson's serious face.

"I love you"

Fuuto comes up and shoves him to the side, causing the both of them to start shoving each other. Fuuto then speaks up, making my life even more of a mess.

"I love you"