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Even the term superficial love has the part of the word official in it.Tom and Blair weren't official, not even to each other, yet they acted like they were the only people in the world on an endless honeymoon wherever and whenever they were with one another.
A cast meeting was called to order less than one hour ago and the entirety of the Captain America: Civil War cast was sitting on couches and chairs and carpets spread across the break room trailer as the director told them exactly what was going to happen and how once everyone arrived in Germany to shoot the remaining scenes of the movie.
He had put it into simple terms: "You've all worked hard, but it's time to work harder. In one week from today we will all be in Germany to film fight scenes and character development and that's where things get tough. The stunt doubles are already over there preparing and for everyone in this room doing their own stunts we have little time to prep you."
His speech drained on as everyone paid very close attention, especially to the little details hidden inside his overall message. "Tom and Mabel," he started, glancing down at his paper that carried all his notes, "Ah, here we are," he stated while tapping the two names on the flimsy material. "You two leave at nine at night on the 27th, and we'll all be following behind you two days later."
"Why are we going first?" Tom wondered, leaning forwards on his feet with his elbows on his knees. "We have the funeral scene and one other I can't remember at the top of my head to film, it should only take us a day, and you guys have stunts to prep with your coaches before the airport fight scene."
"You ever gonna' tell us more about that scene?" Anthony asked aloud, everyone's attention shifting over to him and then to the director as he sarcastically laughed and jokingly slapped a hand against his knee, "That's funny," he replied with an empty laugh, then pointing at the man, "No."
"We didn't do anything wrong, he did," Anthony retorted while lifting his hand to point it at the nineteen-year-old actor on the sofa across from him. Tom gasped and lifted a hand to his heart as if he was physically stunted at Anthony's words. "Me?"
"Don't play dumb, Holland," Paul Bettany mumbled. "You spoiled a key aspect of the plot."
Scarlett and Elizabeth laughed and Tom's cheeks burned red. "Whatever," he mumbled under his breath, ducking his head toward Blair to hide his embarrassment. Blair smiled and placed a hand on his warm cheek, making him smile and lift his eyes to meet hers. "If anyone has any questions, you know where to find me. But other than that, let's make this movie!"
Everyone cheered and threw their hands up happily and the director exited the room with diligence. The actors and actresses stayed back to discuss their excitement with the upcoming scenes they were going to partake in and the actors they would be meeting and or meeting with in Germany.
Jokes were exchanged, smiles were formed, and whispers were spoken.
Blair laughed at a joke told by Tom and she laid her head on his chest to keep herself sitting upright. He threw his head back onto the couch cushions to gain the energy needed to laugh and effortlessly the bellows of the two combined to create a harmonious sound.
Blair's legs were outstretched over Tom's lap as she leaned back on the armrest of the couch and Tom had his hands resting on her thighs while clasped.
As they laughed, their castmates smiled at them from around the room and knew that what they shared was more than a friendship. It was true love, and not even the two knew it.
"You have to admit," Sebastian started as he glanced over at his best friend sharing so small a space with the young actor. "They look happy together."
Anthony rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah," he dismissed, his hand waving in the air to toss the idea away. As Anthony ignored the idea of his most annoying castmate growing comfortable with a castmate he loved, he looked back at their smiles and one grew on his face as well, "Yeah, I guess they are kind of cute together. She looks happy."
And he was right. Mabel Blair Sprouse was happy. When a little girl gets a doll house for her birthday and just runs to it and tears off the paper to reveal what's underneath, when a squeal erupts from her throat as just one corner of the toy is exposed, when she rips the paper to shreds to lift the toy out of the paper, when she crumbles it in a ball and tosses it behind her, when she grabs her dolls and places them in the little living room in the doll house and makes them converse in dialogue, when she cannot wipe that endless smile off her face because her whole day, her whole week, her whole month, her whole year, has been made with that single gift, that is the happiness that Blair felt when she was with Tom.
