The Line | seaycee au

The Panic

@buttercupkayc
make s&k kiss on their new netflix show challenge
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@seayceeloves
make s&k date as a prank hahahaha jkbutnotreallypleasedoit 😂😂😭😭😭😭
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@lewlewlemon
make s&k get married and have kids as a funny joke 🤣🤣🤧🤣🤣
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@alaynaloveskaycee
they gon have to stop hating each other first, you guys are skippin steps 1-38
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@seansperm
idk where u been but they definitely don't hate each other anymore. mission: marriage is still on

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One thing Kaycee was good at was predicting what would happen based on the butterflies she was getting in her stomach.

Obviously, the method wasn't completely full-proof, but it was pretty effective for the most part. All she had to do was think about doing something, like a stage kiss, for example, and if her stomach did backflips just at the thought, it was safe to say the universe would somehow make her do it.

She had used this method to predict many things involving Sean.

Now, sitting across from Bill while they waited for him to finish a phone call, she just had a feeling something big was going to be dropped on them. He seemed to be far too calm, and her stomach seemed to flipping far too much, for this meeting to be anything but one that informed the two of all the affectionate things they'd be forced to do on camera.

She glanced to her right. There was Sean, bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers against the armrest of the chair in what looked to be boredom, staring straight ahead. She took notice that his outfit today was actually pretty nice- he wore a black shirt, a black and white flannel (which he had around his waist because for once the building had warmed up), and jeans. Perhaps focusing on what he was wearing would take her mind off things. She stared until she could see each individual line of thread on his shirt. She started counting.

Sean finally looked over at her to find her lips mouthing numbers as she stared intently at his shoulder. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you good?"

She huffed. "Thanks, I lost count. Now I have to start over."

"No, that's okay, you totally don't have to do that," Sean jokes, laughing. "Why are you... what are you even doing?"

"Counting threads. It helps calm me down," she elaborated, as she brought her eyes back to his shoulder to restart. 1, 2, 3...

He didn't look impressed. "Why do you need to calm down? Are you freaking out or something?"

She scowled, losing count again. "Sean, we're sitting in chairs across from the director, I don't think I'm going to be shitting myself in excitement. Besides, you can't tell me you're not freaking out too."

"I'm not freaking out" He says, almost before she can finish the sentence. She gives up on thread counting and sits back in her chair with a huff. Bill was still on the phone, his back to them.

"Okay, but what if he makes us kiss or something? Have you thought about that?"

He doesn't break eye contact when he says again, "I'm not freaking out."

She swallows hard.

"You shouldn't be, either. I doubt it'll even happen." He continues, turning back to look at the back of Bill's chair.