Play your part- f.w

0.2

"alright guys! break is over! back to places, scene three!" andrew clapped.

scene three wasn't so bad. all i had to do was cuddle with finn or in other words "derick". i got in my place which was under a fake sunrise display on the roof of a building. most of the scenery was fake anyways.

finn was busy still chatting to iris that he didn't even notice break was over.

"hurry your ass up over here, wolfhard!" i shouted.

i caught his attention and his head swerved over to me. he gave iris and hug and then ran over to me in his position which was him lying next to me.

"jealous much?" he smirked. "don't worry, im not going out with her yet."

"shut up." i rolled my eyes. "and for you to actually think i give a flying poo about your love life is in fact hilarious."

finn scowled.

"alright. 3...2...1, action!" one of the producers shouted.

"the stars as so beautiful." i smiled.

"like you." derick/ finn nodded.

finn then muttered something under his breath. "not"

how unprofessional. i just carried on going by the script and let the comment slide.

"so... i was thinking." i sat up to look at him. "maybe, we could run away. start a life some place safer. where people won't judge us."

"oh." derick/ finn sat up as well. "where?"

"i was thinking spain. it's lovely there." i nodded.

"unlike you." finn chuckled.

right. that's it. i lost it.

"oh you are just so stupid, you know that right?" i raised my voice.

"fuck off!" finn growled.

"i don't remember this being in the script!" andrew flicked his pages looking for our non existent lines.

"i hate you!" i pushed finn. "you can atleast try to be mature on set and not be an absolute prick!"

"guys! why are you changing the lines?" andrew was confused.

"don't push me!" finn spat and stood up.

"cut!" andrew shouted. "what on earth are you two playing at?"

"he kept saying rude remarks quietly!" i was now standing too.

"was not!" finn frowned.

"y/n, be a professional. i'm starting to wonder if you're still even good enough for this job." the second producer, max sighed.

me? unprofessional? this bitch did not. finn smirked.

"yeah, y/n. be a bit more professional, would you?" finn blurted.

i shoved past finn, ran off set, grabbed my bags and got out of there.