FORCED APOLOGY LES TWINS FANFIC (LAURENT) ONE SHOT

FORCED APOLOGY: PART I

Victoria's POV

We're on set again this morning and I'm already anticipating for the day's end. With a banana nut muffin in my right hand and a coffee in the other, I make my way over to one of the fold up chairs that sat next to the director's set up area. 

I swear, I really hate these cheap ass foam cups. The flimsiness of it made my fingertips cave into the sides, making the coffee rise, and a little spilled out as I sat down. Shit! I looked down at the new visible stain on my brand new white NASA hoodie and shook my head with a sigh. I wiped at it with my fingers, causing it to smear making a larger stain and cursed myself for doing it. What did you think was going to happen, idiot?! I scolded myself inwardly. I took off my hoodie, glad that I had a tee-shirt underneath it. I replaced it with my black letterman's style jacket since it was cold inside the building today. Someone forgot to turn the heat on...again.

I took a bite of the muffin and frowned at the way it seemed to suck all the moisture from my tongue. I stopped chewing when I realized it would be next to impossible to swallow the bit that filled my mouth, so I took a swig of the coffee.

Ugh! The bitter stale lukewarm drink made me frown again. Giving up on breakfast, I got up and headed towards the trash can to throw the contents away. I knew I should've brought a fucking yogurt or something I thought to myself. 

Being late for work wasn't an option, so I skipped grabbing a bite to eat at home, knowing they always kept refreshments around at the studio. As this was my first job working on a big feature film with real celebrities, I didn't want to chance not being on time. 

I wasn't working with Will Smith or anything, but it was the next best thing, as I was working on the Men In Black spinoff, and there were some pretty big names starring in this film. They were all really cool; that is, except for this one guy. His name is Laurent. I scoff at his name every time I hear it or think it.

He always flirted with all the cute girls on set and portrayed himself as if he was GOD's gift to women. He was attractive, I won't lie, but that didn't give him permission to make others feel bad about themselves, especially if those others, like me, didn't do anything to him. 

He was very talented, smart, sexy, and everything else that was positive, but when he opened his mouth, he was a really shitty person. The attitude really took away from his good characteristics, and the moment I saw it come out, all the other shit went straight out the window for me. I couldn't look past it and I wouldn't.

"Heeeyyy everybodyyyy! Good morniiiing!" I sunk down in my chair as I heard the boisterous voice call out from behind me, praying he wouldn't come over here. I didn't have to turn around to know who the owner of that annoying voice was. It was Laurent. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my Apple AirPods, placing them in my ears and scrolled through my iTunes playlist on my iPhone to drown his irritating voice out. I found Loving You by The Code and tapped on it to play the track.

I kept my eyes closed, listening to the beautiful song,  until I felt a tap on my shoulder. Pulling out one of the buds caused the music to come to a halt and I turned around tensely, hoping it wasn't who I thought it was. He really loved to fuck with me, and I was beginning to think that he wasn't able to get through his day until he got his fuck with Victoria fix. If this were a high school, he'd be the equivalent to my bully.

I let out a sigh of relief when I turned to see his twin standing behind me instead. I smiled, more-so at the fact that it wasn't Laurent, than from the bunny toothed smile that greeted me.