Lights! Camera!....Love! [Complete]

14

I leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the large studio. A position I actually rather liked. It was far enough from the hustle and bustle of the shooting that I was never in anyone's way and yet close enough that Arthit could spot me in an instant if he ever needed anything. Good thing I like looking at him from afar so much cause I spend far too much time doing that.

To be honest, it's really difficult to describe our relationship. Frankly even I don't fully understand why we click, but somehow we just do. Arthit has always worn his heart on his sleeve, vocalized every thought, every emotion. If he felt strongly about something he was sure to let you know. I, on the other hand, have spoken fewer words in my entire life than Arthit has said in this year alone. Expressing myself had always been a challenge for me I had never managed to overcome. And then at some point, I gave up even trying. Honestly, sometimes it even surprises me how with all my personal oddities my closest and perhaps the only friend is such a relentless chatterbox.

How could it have been helped though? Arthit was a force of nature I had no idea how to handle. Peeling back layer after layer until he had a permanent window into my soul. No matter how many walls I put up he would be right outside, ready with a chisel, chipping away all my barriers.

So when I say Arthit was being weird, he was truly, scarily not being himself. Why else would a man who spends at least 4 out of the 7 nights in a week slipping into my bed not have spent upward of 10 minutes alone with me the entire week? Or after getting hour upon hour of whining from him about how I spend too much time on my phone, his eyes are practically glued to his whenever I am talking to him. I would have guessed it was cause he was upset at me and rightfully so, about hiding the truth about Charlie but that was obviously not the case cause he spent nearly every free second of his time on set hanging out with Lee or Charlie. When the hell did the three of them become such close friends? Either way, whatever it was that was chewing him up inside I needed him to talk to me about it soon. Cause not only could I see him just itching to let it all out, but it was clearly also messing up his acting chops big time.

And right on cue, I watched his expressions once again morphing into a week-long constipated look as he moved his face closer to Krystal for yet another of those dreaded kiss scenes. My face scrunching up in preparation as I heard the director scream Cut! for the fifteenth time in the past hour. Instantly launching into a string of berates as Arthit kept messing up this one simple scene.

The grumpy frown on his face taking it's comfortable place as he ignored everyone still screaming at him and began marching right towards me. Halting barely a few short inches away from me when he whispered through clenched teeth.

"Mangoes."

"Huh?"

"I want mangoes.

"You want mangoes? Right now?"

"Yes! Right now. Go get me some mangoes."

"Ummm... I don't think they are in season right now."

"Ooof fine then cherries, apples, bananas, I don't freaking care. Just go get me something."

"Ok, why exactly are we trying to make a fruit salad in the middle of your scene?"

"I'm not making a fruit salad, I'm trying to concentrate."

"And....mangoes will help you do that?"

"Argh... Kong I can't focus on kissing that bloody woman with you staring at me non-stop."

"Wait are you blaming me? What did I do?"

"You are... you are... looking at me."

"And?"