Be My Sunflower

Coffee dreams

With all my tossing and turning and Josh waking me at 6 because he 'had to take a massive poop' I'd gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep. He never once asked me about my day or said anything sweet to me, he talked about all the fun he had with his friends and then hung up. I might keep my phone on silent from now on.

I walked to wardrobe, half with it and grabbed today's costume and headed for my trailer. It was then when I remembered Erik's text last night and wondered where he was. Partly because I desperately needed coffee and partly because he just made me feel better.

I went into my trailer and was half-way through pulling my skirt on when there was a knock on my door. I pulled it up, my shirt tucked in and opened it to see a smiling Erik already in costume.

"Good morning." He said, I motioned for him to come up and he handed me an iced coffee from Tim Hortons and a small bag.

"Morning! Oh, you're amazing." I moaned, taking a big sip, the caffeine and sugar immediately took effect. I eyed the bag as he leaned against my table.

"I pegged you as a regular donut girl, so I got an old fashioned glazed and a chocolate frosted one." Erik said, I just stared at him in awe. "Oh, you don't like either of those?"

I shook my head, "Those are my go-to favorites, actually. And..." I swirled the coffee inside the cup. "This tastes amazing, what's in it it tastes different."

"Hazelnut."

"You..I'm surprised. Thank you, by the way. I got maybe 3 hours of sleep so I'm going to live on coffee today. Did you eat? I'll share." I grabbed my socks and sat down to put them on. I hated socks.

"My pleasure, I did eat thank you though. Why so little sleep? I thought you went to bed at 230?" He grabbed my shoes and handed them to me, my hideous hideous Patrick matching shoes.

"Thank you. I couldn't fall asleep I think it was all the caffeine and then my husband decided it was okay to call me at the crack of dawn because I needed to know he took a massive shit. So there's that." I rolled my eyes.

"Everything come out okay?...." I looked up at him and he was smirking, "Sorry, I had to. But I'm sorry, that's going to make a very long day."

"No big deal. Hopefully you got back to sleep ok." I bit into my chocolate frosted donut and closed my eyes, heaven.

He nodded, "Yeah, immediately I was wiped. You can always text me whenever."

"I hate bugging people, and if you're off I want you to enjoy it." I grabbed my coffee and the donut and went to my door. "I have to go get greased. Wanna keep me company?"

"Sounds kinky." He chuckles, following me down the steps.

"Ew! What? How?" I giggled, trying not to stare as he opened the door up for me. "Thanks"

He looked at me carefully as I sat down in the chair, "Are you teasing me? Cause...I feel like you know what it means to get greased."

I scoffed, "I actually don't, what does it mean?" I bit my donut and lifted my foot up to poke his knee.

He looked pained and to be arguing with himself, he pulled his beanie down a bit and crossed his arms across himself. "It's uh, it's another term for sex basically."

I squinted my eyes, "Basically?"

He sighed, hating every word he was about to say, "The correct usage is 'oh I'm gonna get greased tonight' which translates to 'getting fucked'." He pursed his lips and I screamed my mouth full of donut so it was muffled. "Sorry" he laughed awkwardly.

I washed my mouth out with sugary goodness and poked his knee again, "How'd you know that?"

"A younger kid on my last movie set used it and graciously informed us."