When We Realize (A Sheo Fanfic)

Chapter One

*Shailene’s POV*

Theo walks through the door of my apartment that I have just moved into. We have just begun filming Insurgent, the second movie to the huge Divergent franchise based off of a bestselling book trilogy. I haven’t completely unpacked everything yet, even though all I really have is one suitcase. The apartment we are all staying in is in Atlanta, since that’s where we are shooting for a few weeks. We are all on the 12th floor of the building, and most of the walls inside are made of glass, giving me a beautiful view of the city. So far everyone in the building has been super respectful and nice to us.

“Hey Shai,” Theo called in his deep accent.

He walked over and gave me a hug, and instead of placing my head over his shoulder like a normal hug, I placed it towards his neck, my nose just skimming his skin. I love to breath in his scent. I love being able to breathe anyone’s natural scent actually, instead of the mask of colognes and perfumes, but I enjoy his in particular.

Things between us are always kind of touchy feely, but not in a bad way, since he has a girlfriend of many years. It seems complicated, but it really isn’t. It’s quite natural. We are best friends. We know practically everything about each other and we can always count on each other. He can always make me laugh and having him around has become something I count on.

People bring it up to me all the time that we have “crazy chemistry” or how we act like a couple. In fact, most online websites call us boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone is nonstop crazily obsessed with whether we are a thing or not, and most people believe we are, since our managers won’t let us deny it. Theo is not allowed to mention Ruth, since it gives Divergent more of a thrill if people are curious about us.

We even have a “ship” name, which is a couple name that is often given to two people, and it is called Sheo. I find that kind of funny. Why would anybody care so deeply about my life? I’m just another human being, like them. What makes me so very interesting? I’m not very active on social media because it can be very self deprecating, so none of it really even bothers me or affects me first hand. I prefer to keep my private life private.

“Good afternoon. Or should I say good morning, good morning!” I said in a sing song voice. “Since you probably just woke up.”

“Hey, It’s only twelve!”

“I’ve been up for hours,” I joked.

He plopped on my couch. “Some of us need sleep.”

“My body wakes me up, Theo James. And I listen to my body.”

“My body talks to me as well. It says ‘THEO IM STILL TIRED’ so I listen!”

I rolled my eyes, smiling and sitting on the arm of the couch next to him.

“What time are you going to head down to set tonight?” He asked.

We are shooting a night time scene tonight at eight. “I’m going to leave at six. I have to do hair and make up a lot longer than everyone else unfortunately.”

He nodded. “Okay. So what have you been doing since bright and early this morning?” He asked in a mocking British tone.

“Hmm… When I woke up I laid in bed for thirty minutes. Then I stretched, did yoga, took an herbal bath, made breakfast, called some friends, and then started to unpack more.”

He smiled. He already knows most of my morning routine. It’s the same almost every day. I am a very natural person and I like to listen to the needs of my body.

“Mmm, an herb bath? Sounds pleasant! I forgot to take my herb bath today, darn.”

He made me give him some herbs a couple of weeks ago after we had an extremely long conversation on how herbs can heal your body in a variety of ways if you just pay attention to the way you feel. I’m kind of a self proclaimed herbalist. I also told him about some of the tea’s I make and he seemed interested, so I bought him some and gave him directions on what to do. I doubt he has used them, but I don’t blame him. My ways are not for everyone. That’s why a lot of the time when I am interviewed they question me on herbalism, or me eating clay, or the fact that I don’t have a home and mostly travel between friends couches. It doesn’t bother me; it’s my life and my journey and my happiness.