𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌

LILI and I were laying on the beds we chose in the room we were assigned, when suddenly, she starts laughing hysterically.
I look over at her, eyebrows raised, "What's so funny?"

She tries to catch her breath, and in between laughs, she gets out, "Your username!"
I chuckle and go back to looking at my phone.

"Wait, what?" Anthony interrupts from the floor where he was sprawled out.
"Yeah, what?" Timothée joins in, sitting at the little table in the corner eating French fries.

"Her username on Instagram is 'kermittheslut'." Lili says once she's finally able to breathe.
Anthony sits up and Timothée's head snaps towards us, a surprised smile on both their faces.

"You should definitely change that before you get famous." Anthony cackles.
"You should definitely change that before you get famous." I mock, rolling my eyes playfully.

"I like it." Timothée laughs, turning back to his fries.
"I do too." Lili adds with a snort.

My phone dings a few seconds later:
"lilireinhart followed you"
"lohanthony followed you"
"tchalamet followed you"

"You're probably right though, Ant, I should change it to be more 'professional'." I say the word 'professional' like it's a dirty word.
"We should brainstorm on that sometime tonight."

"Brainstorm on what?" Lily asks as she walks in.
"y/n's unprofessional username." Anthony smirks.
"What is it?"
"kermittheslut." I grin.

Lily puts a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh before reaching in her pocket and pulling out her phone.
Another ding:

"pillypie22 followed you"

"Oh! It looks like you were already following me."
"Duh, you're Lily Rabe." I scoff. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
"We will definitely brainstorm later." She finishes, sitting down across from Tim.

"Alright you guys, after we get done filming these last few scenes for the day, you'll all need to get some good rest for tomorrow. This week is going to be jam-packed, so be ready." Julia peeked her head through the door.
I saluted at her, sitting up and trying to put myself back together for the rest of filming.

ツ

How could it already be 12:30? Lili was already asleep, so I was stuck alone in the dark with my thoughts.
Insomnia has always been fun; so has overthinking.

I softly groaned, sliding out of bed and quietly out of the room. The hallway was cold, especially since I was considerably underdressed.
I was barefoot, in an oversized Kiss tee-shirt and grey shorts.

I probably looked homeless.

I continued wandering down the hall till I saw a hazed light coming from an open room.
A vending machine: bingo.

I pulled up against the entrance, looking in.
Sweet, no one in sight.
I reached into my shorts pockets, praying to Lord Shrek that I had spare change somewhere.

Damnit, no luck.

It wasn't even worth the trip back: risking sneaking back in to stumble around the dark room to find some quarters, just to try and sneak back out—

"Can't sleep either?" A slight-husked voice called behind me, pulling me out of my inner rant.
I turned around, meeting the evergreen eyes I'd grown to know in a short amount of time.

"Yeah, insomnia is such a pain in the ass." I huffed, plopping down in a fold-up chair that was sitting next to the machine.
Timothée walked up to it, looking through the snack options.

I turned my attention to the tiled floor, zoning out while I waited for him to finish.
I heard quarters drop into the machine, then the sound of a product clunking down and hitting the bottom where he could grab it.

All of a sudden, a (your favorite candy) appeared in my line of sight. I looked up at him, confused.

"When I walked in, you had just checked your pockets for change, but came up short. And when we stopped for gas, you and Anthony started arguing over what candy was the best, so.." His smile was awkward and dorky, but genuine.

"Thank you, but really, you don't have to-"
"I know I don't have to; it's what friends are for. Now take it before I hit you upside the head with it." His smile turned into a grin.

I took it, my fingers tracing the corners of it absentmindedly.
"Thank you again, Timothée." I smiled back before beginning to peel the wrapper off, taking a bite.

He sat in the other fold out chair, which was on the other side of the vending machine, yawning and stretching his arms upwards.
"You're welcome, y/n."

I took the candy all the way out of the wrapper, turning it to the other side where it was completely free of my germs. I tore off a chunk, handing it to him.
"But I bought that for you-"
"Take it before I hit you upside the head with it."

Our smiles were humorous as he took the chunk, beginning to eat it.
We sat in comfortable silence as we ate, the sound of ticking from the nearby wall-clock almost lulling.

He pulled his phone out from his hoodie, quickly turning it on. His eyes shot open, "Shit, it's already 1 in the morning."
I choked on the piece of candy I had been chewing, almost darting up. He stood up just as quickly, throwing the last bite he had left into his mouth.

We both sped to the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Our rooms were right beside each other's, his coming up before mine.
I passed him as he was reaching for the handle of his door, stopping to turn to me.
"Goodnight, hobo."

I began to turn the handle of my door, trying to crack it open as silently as I could.
"Goodnight, Timmy Turner."

I closed the door behind me, tiptoeing to my bed and trying to get in as swiftly as possible.
As I laid down, there was a loud crumpling sound that same from my pocket. Fuck.

I winced as I tried to find what it was; the noises it made sounding 10x louder in the dead-quiet room.
I pulled it out, revealing the candy wrapper.
My dumb ass forgot to throw it away.

I traced my finger around the edges again, a small smile appearing on my lips.
Oh well, it's here now.

I sat it on the bedside table before rolling over, drifting into a much-needed sleep.