Golden (rewrite)

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A/n: sorrey, short boring chapter :((

You scowled. You were hoping that he'd be unconscious for at least a day.

Of course, you are a man/woman with morals. You didn't want Lanette to get injured or die, but you wanted him to be unconscious long enough for you to escape to your friends.

You were surprised that he got up after half a minute, dizzy and disoriented. And yet... the first thing he did upon opening his eyes was apologize profusely to you for inflicting pain.

More tears rush out as he slurs and stumble to his chair. He mumbled something about

When the doctors arrived, he was already sitting upright on his chair, rubbing his forehead in pain.

No bruises were formed on his face.

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Finally, you were discharged from the hospital. Lanette had to go back to Motel Motel for filming, he brought you along with him.

"Damn, you just recovered from a stroke AND a heart attack— what are you doing sweepin' the floors for?" Tony asked.

"It's something that I wasn't allowed to do under Lanette's care... and I really missed it."

Tony snorted. "What, to sweep floors?"

You shook your head, "No, to move."

"Wow."

"I know, right?"

"Excuse me, sir. Could you please stand at least five feet away from (y/n)?" A bodyguard told Tony. You sighed.

"The celebrity life, I guess." You bitterly mumbled as you swept the dust away.

Your ears perked up when you hear the director downstairs say, "It's a wrap!" Followed by some muffled clapping and cheering.

You frowned, that means Lanette's done filming in Motel Motel. You wouldn't have an excuse to come here anymore. The grip on the broom has gotten tighter.

You turned around and saw Lanette walking up the stairs, drinking from a plastic water bottle. He was covered in fake blood, sweat and grime, it really looked like he has commited a brutal murder.

His eyes softened when it landed on you. "(Y/n), would you like a water bottle too? I can get one for you." You shook your head and continued sweeping the floor.

Lanette sighed and walk past you to get his handbag. He took out a packet of wet wipes and started using them to remove the makeup and fake blood from his face.

"Hey, aren't ya supposed to be in your trailer or something?" You asked, there was another actor coming in today to film the scene with Lanette, she has her own personal trailer.

Lanette shook his head. "I specifically requested them not to provide me one." You rose an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"I wanted to spend more time with you." He smiled.

"Ew." His smile dropped.

"What's this movie about, anyways? Why do they gotta dress you up like some... soldier-murderer guy?" Lanette hold a finger up, telling you to wait for him to finish drinking his water.

"...It's about the protagonist, a homicide detective, trying to solve a murder case and arrest the antagonist, the serial killer in the movie."

"Wow, sounds like a boring movie. Who funded this?"

"(Y/n)!" he pouted. You rolled your eyes and changed the subject.

"So you're the villian?" You asked. He nodded.

"Sooo... the lady's the detective?" Lanette smiled and shook his head.

"No, she's the protagonist's wife. In this scene, I'm supposed to fight her and kill her." You snorted.

"Like, Jenny Cheng style? Kung Fu Fighting? With the crashes, cat meows and nuclear explosions?" Lanette felt a bit embarrassed when you worded it that way.

"Umm, something similar to that. Yes, there will be crashes. But no... animals or explosives were involved. The producers try to keep it realistic." He explained.

"They sure ain't doing a good job. What kind of killer runs around with their hair loose like that? Your Dee-an-ayy will give your identity away within... I dunno, five minutes?" You complained.

"(Y/n), it's a movie. Specifically an action movie." Lanette screwed the plastic cap back onto his water bottle.

"Yeah, a really bad one. Har har." Lanette squinted at you.

"Mister Lanette! Say hi!" The actress pointed her phone camera to him, she treated you like an obstacle, so she pushed you away from him.

"Only he gets to say hi? Ouch." You pursed your lips and moved further away from her.

Lanette scowled at the camera and she pouted at his behavior.

"Aww come on, don't ya wanna say hi to your fans?"

"How rude, you didn't even bother to acknowledge my (y/n)." He stood up, walked to you and hugged you from behind. There was a flash of surprise on her face, she didn't notice Lanette's sweetheart was there!

"O-oh! Sorry! Hi there, (y/n)!" She stammered.

"Howdy." You replied dryly.

"How's everything for you both so far?" The woman tried to ignore the backlash from the numerous users joining her livestream. The viewers found it extremely distasteful to just brush the 'lovable crackhead' away.

Lanette refused to answer or make any eye contact with the camera.

"Uhh... I guess pretty okay for me?" You replied.

"O-oh! T-that's great!" You could tell that the atmosphere in the air was getting awkward.

"Umm... so—"

"Please, excuse us." Lanette forced a fake smile before leading you away to the cafe.

The actress sighed as she recorded you and him leaving the lobby. She frowned at the amount of hate messages she's receiving from 'your' hardcore fans and some of Lanette's too.

She mumbled an apology for treating you so poorly. The actress was about to end the livestream so that she could contact her PR team to help her produce a script for her next apology video.

Her finger was hovering over the 'X' button until...

A particular comment from a certain celebrity caught her eye. "...huh!?" Her eyes widened at the username and the content of the message.

"@CaeciliusAzureOfficial: omg rude"