Bad plan.

7

    I didn't have any more scenes with Karl the rest of the day, which was a relief and annoying at the same time. I needed to talk to him but I didn't know how to approach the subject of last night. I stopped by wardrobe and changed out of my uniform, I stepped out and decided to bite the bullet.
    I wandered around set for a bit before I saw him coming around the corner, he smiled at me and spirit lifted before my brain registered his arm was slung over one of the extras. My heart plummeted in that moment, I smiled at him trying not to let my disappointment show as I passed by him. I turned a corner out of view from him and slammed my body up again a trailer. I tried to breathe, why did that hurt so much?
    Cause you have a massive crush on the man? You could get drunk off his voice a lone? Idiot. I tilted my head back against the trailer trying to calm myself back down. You messed up, one shot and you blew it, moron. What do you expect to happen?
   "Hey." Chris's soft voice brought me back to the present, my eyes flicked over to him for a second. "What's the matter?"
    "It's nothing." I lied.
    "You keep using that word, I'm pretty sure you don't actually know what it means." He walked up to me, putting both hands on my exposed arms. His face was full of concern, those bright blues of his locked onto me.
     "Really, I'm fine." I sighed, trying to force a smile.
      "And you don't know the definition of that word either, seriously I'm buying you a dictionary for your birthday." He jested, before turning serious. "Don't lie to me, please."
     "I.." trailing off, I didn't know how to tell him that I jealous I had seen Karl with the leggy extra that been hanging on both of them since we started filming. I mean it was crazy that it was bothering me so much. "Chris, want to go hang out?"
    He smirked, pulling me in against him. Wrapping his arm over my shoulders.
    "Of course, get to hang out with one of the prettiest women on set, count me in." He beamed, I laughed at his enthusiasm.

    We ended up down on waterfront, next to the Willamatte River, doing a dubsmash video, having a blast. We had spent the entire rest of the day wandering Portland getting lost, visiting Chinatown, goofing off in Pioneer Square.
     "Chris." I squealed, jumping just out of his reach as he lunged at me.
     "I'm going to throw you in the river if you mock me one more time." He warned, his tone full of humor.
     "I wasn't mocking you, honestly." I laughed, dogging him again.
      "William Shaptner was a hotter Captain?" He smirked, stopping for a minute cocking his head.
      "Well, he was hot when he was younger." I giggled, he lunged again catching me by surprise as I turned to make a run for it. He caught me by my waist, and pulled me off the ground in one swift motion.
     "Chris!" I screamed, as he started to walk towards the river. "That water is disgusting and cold, do not, for the love of everything that's holy, throw me in."
     "Take it back then!" He huffed as he neared.
     "Fine!" I shrieked, "I take it back, I take it back."
      He set me back down on the ground and released me from treacherous grasped. I stepped a few paces back, and smirked.
     "You're right, Shaptner wasn't the hottest Captain." I stated in a playful tone, my body poised ready to run. "Christopher Pike was!"
    His face dropped in that instant. Yep, I'm a little shit. I booked it down the walk way, Pine hot on my heals. I glance over my shoulder, he was gaining on me, I couldn't help it. I hooked a hard left into the grass as he reached me. He lunged again, I spun out of the way a brought my foot up, striking out at him.
    "Seriously?" He almost squeaked. Dodging the kick bring his hands up in a defensive position.
    "Hell yeah!" I laughed, throwing a punch at him. He blocked the punch and threw his own.
    "All right Renee." He chuckled, and so we danced, or rather fought. Either way, we moved together, striking and dodging. Completely impromptu, I know I actually hit him a couple times. He never let on, just like he landed his own on me, but dear god it felt great.
     I was out of my own head, focusing on just this, not being hit. Very seldom in my life do I have the blessed tranquility of only having one thought running through my head at a time. Most of the time it's like someone flipping the channel at high speeds looking for something to watch, but this moment, it was just the task out maneuvering him.
    By the time he knocked me off of feet and had me pinned I was drenched in a thick layer of sweat, so was he, a drip dropped on to my shirt. He smirked down at me, his breath was heavy as my own chest heaved. A sudden round of applause caught both of us off guard, he looked to the right as I looked to the left.
    For some odd reason I totally forgot we were in public when I had this bright idea. I could feel myself turn crimson under him, he looked back down at me.
     "There goes keeping a low profile." He muttered, getting himself to his feet, helping me up to my own.
      "Oops." I chuckled, as someone came up asking for a photo with him.

Hours later I got home and flopped onto the couch, kicking my shoes off. The house was quiet for briefest of moment before I heard my sister scream my name from up stairs. I cocked my head and waited. Was that her Renee, I'm going to murder you scream or Renee I need your help scream. The two always sound so similar, I'm sure she does it to throw me off.
     "Renee." She wailed again. Yep, she needs my help, there was a slight panic at the end of it.
     I groaned pulling myself from the couch, tired muscles protested the idea of the stairs. Slowly I started to climb them to the second floor.
      "Renee!" She called for the third time.
      "I'm coming!" I huffed. "Hold your tits."
       "What did you just say?" Her tone flipped as I reached the landing.
       "I said I'm coming. Give me a minute." I walked into her room. She was standing in front of her full length mirror, she looked like the stunner she was.
    Rosalyn's hair was pulled half way back in loose curls, her multi colored hair was enhanced by the way she pulled it back. She was wearing a simple black dress, the short sleeves just off her shoulders and came to end at her knees. A plain diamond necklace rest perfectly on her chest and a pair of killer heals. She turned to face me, holding her arms out.
     "What do you think?" She asked biting her bottom lip. The deep red lipstick accenting her face.
      "Your going to stop him dead, along with half the male population of Portland." I whistled, sitting on her bed.
      "Think so?" She asked worrying her hands together. Some days I don't think my twin knows how beautiful she is. Seriously, I could strangle her if she would see herself the way I did, then again there are some days I just want to strangle her.
     "Uh, I know so." I replied, leaning back.
     "How'd filming go?" She asked, putting some earrings on.
      "All right." I shrugged, not wanting to think about.
      "So we're still this melancholy bit?" She stared at me through the mirror.
       "I'm fine, I promise." I smiled at her, trying not to let her see that I wasn't.
       "Do you know what that word means?" She said putting you her palms down on her vanity, I wonder if her and Chris have ESP.
       "Probably not, but I will be." I stated, raising from her bed. Walking up and grabbing her arms. "I just want you to focus on your date with Tom tonight and not worry about me."
      "I love you, sis. But it's Tom, I won't be thinking about you at all."