Behind The Scenes

Chapter Four

"Fine, but I could throw up any minute, so it's not the best place to stay." I say taking another sip of my tea.

"Oh is that why you ran out of room?" He asks putting his right leg overtop of his left leg.

"Yeah, I haven't felt well all day, and I have no idea what was discussed, so can you fill me in?" I am still cradling my tea cup as if I were afraid it was going to be taken away from me.

Robert stands up, walks to my fridge, and opens it as if it were his own, "Well, budget, schedule, the usual."

"That literally answered nothing." He grabs an apple out of the fridge, and closes it as he walks back to where he was seated.

"To be completely honest," He starts to saw with a full mouth, "I didn't really pay attention either."

I take a deep breath, as my stomach starts to go down hill again, "Why?"

"I never do, those meetings are stupid, all i focus on is where I have to be, and when I have to be." He pauses to take another bite, "And that was in like, the first five minutes. Anyays, I was surprised at how well you pulled of that, I'm not sick, I'm fine, don't worry about me, look."

"Thanks I've been working on it." I nod and chuckle a little bit.

"You know, I'm a bit surprised you didn't go for acting." He says with a full mouth.

I frown. It's not that I didn't understanding what he said, but I didn't understand what he meant, "What?"

"It just seems like any child of Bill Paxton would want to pursue acting." He shrugs his shoulder, throwing the core of the apple in the trash that was right next to him.

"Yeah, well, maybe I should have." I say it like a bitch, completely not meaning it in that way, but not apologizing for it afterwards.

"Why didn't you?" I don't want to tell him. He doesn't need to know my embarassing secret, since he already does my dream job for a living.

"Wow, you really know how to butt into someone's life." I stand up and walk over to the sink to rinse out my cup out.

"I've been told that." I don't look at him at all, as I try to think of an answer.

"It's true." I pause, hoping I am able to get myself out of this uncomfortable situation. "Anyways, are you still hiding from your ex?"

"You never answered my question." 

"Why do I need to?"

"You know, as annoying as I am, there is a reason behind it."

"Don't you have some place to be or something?" I look back at him over my shoulder. "You're a busy actor, things to do, places to be, right?"

"Not until six." The question is killing me. It's an interesting question, but I'm surprised he asked it so early. I should've seen it coming because of how naturally nosy he is.

"Listen, I don't want to answer your stupid question, okay?" I yell as I turn around abruptly, he doesn't say anything, but just look up at me with his eyes, "I'm fine with you coming in here, eating my apple, hiding from your ex, but don't get me started on a life I never chose to have, okay?"

"Yikes." He whispers  but I hear it, and my anger takes over.

"Get out." I lean up against the counter and stare at him.

"You know, you're cute when you're mad." 

"I will ask you one more time." I pause and cross my arms, "Get out."

"How long are you going to keep this up?" I walk over to him in only three strides. I grab him by his t-shirt. I pull him, "Okay, calm down." 

I barely do anything to him because I don't want to hurt him. My temper always takes over in situations like this, and I have to calm down by just walking away. I turn around and face the sink. I take a deep breath as he is about to walk out, "Wait."

He doesn't say anything, but I hear his foot steps stop, I feel the need to say something after several seconds of silence, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Is all he says, as if he is being careful around me.

"I don't usually open up to people," I pause and turn around to look at him. "I never really have, I've always only hung out with people who already knew my past."

"Do you want to talk about it?" The room is tense, but slowly easing up.

"No, I still want you to get out, I just wanted to apologize. I get my temper from my dad." I look up, wondering how much I want to tell him. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that, over time you will get to learn about me and what makes me, me. I don't exactly like to be pressured into answering questions that involve my past." 

He nods, and gives a little smile, "I'm sorry too. I'm the same way, and I haven't run into to many people who feel the same way, which is why I am quite nosy."

I smile a little bit, "Thank you for understanding."

"Also, if you have any drama questions, like who is dating who, I'm great at that sort of thing." He says which makes me laugh.

"I'm not surprised."