Falling For Davidson (A Pete Davidson Imagine)

First Day

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she couldn't mess this up. Working on the production of Saturday Night Live was always a dream of hers. She always imagined herself partaking in the sketches, not being a mere stage hand.

But fate was not on her side.

Pamela was grateful for the opportunity regardless. It would be good experience for her future and she was camera shy anyway. Today was her first day. Her job was simple. Her purpose was to make sure everything ran smoothly.

She grabbed her clipboard and adjusted her wireless headset, "The next sketch is the diner with the arguing couples. I need Leslie, Beck, Heidi, and Pete on set."

She counted three out of four of the needed cast members backstage. She glanced at the watch on her wrist. The show was live and it was crucial for everyone to be on time. Pamela didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with any of the cast members but it was her first day. If today sucked, all fingers would point to her.

She marched past the set and towards the dressing rooms. She stopped at the door engraved with the capital letters DAVIDSON.

Pamela knocked softly but repeatedly, "Mr.Davidson, I need you out on the stage as soon as possible."

"Mr.Davidson was my father and he died so uh," the door opened wide to reveal the person attached to the voice talking, "just stick to Pete next time."

His 6'4 figure loomed over hers. He was way taller in person than how he appeared on her forty inch television.

Pamela gripped her clipboard, "Sorry. I'll call you by your name next time. But I really need you to be ready like right, right now."

Pete smiled at her with an adorable crooked smile, "It must be your first day, huh?"

Pamela hung her head a little low and shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah. I just want everything to be perfect."

Pete lightly pat her head, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. You'll end up on the crazy train. I would know. I'm the fucking conductor."

He made a pulling motion in the air, "Choo-choo."

Pamela laughed and shook her head, "You are just as funny as I imagined you to be."

"And crazy right?"

She didn't get a chance to even answer as another stage hand yelled from the hallway, "Pete! We need you! Now!"

"Chill out. I'm going."

"Hey newbie, stop flirting with the entertainment and do your job!"

Nerves ran up and down her spine, "Oh no! I wasn't-! I wasn't flirting. I don't even know how to flirt!"

"Amanda, relax. She was helping me find my meds," he lied through his fake teeth.

The older woman threw them both a look and rolled her eyes afterwards, "Whatever. Just get out there."

Pete scoffed as soon as she disappeared, "Sorry, I got you into trouble. I didn't realize this was a prison."

Pamela glanced at her watch, "No time for unscripted jokes. Please get on set."

He threw his hands up in defeat, "Alright. Alright. Anything you say, master."

Pamela lightly pushed him and then began to speed walk in front of him, "Hey! You didn't tell me your name."

"Not important. Just go focus on getting on stage please."

Pamela quickly went back to her position on the left side of the stage. She made sure all the props were in place as Leslie, Heidi, and Beck sat down in their rostered seats. Pamela's anxiety was instantly calmed down as Pete emerged from behind her and onto set. They made eye contact for a split second.