A Simple Favor

3

Y/N POV

Cameron spent the weekend at my house. Every so often I thought about whether or not I got the part and I would be overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully Cameron was there to talk me down from my ledge. I really need to get better at doing that by myself.

By the time Monday rolled around and Cameron had gone home, I found it harder and harder to distract myself. The results of the audition were supposed to come in any day now. At the latest it would be on Wednesday. For now though, I had to just wake up and go to work and just concentrate on the moment.

Currently I work as the sales manager for H&M. It wasn't a bad job. Pretty well paying and I could work from home. I had a lot of social anxiety so I preferred to work from home rather than in office. 

I sighed, filling my mug with coffee for the umpteenth time this morning. I was honestly trying as hard as I could, I really was, but no matter what, my mind always drifted back to Blake. I had always had a celebrity crush on her. Who wouldn't? She's gorgeous, talented, hot, sweet, generous, kind, and just a great person in general. 

Ever since I met her though, it's like my celebrity crush turned into a real one. She was no longer that unattainable figure you know you'll never reach. I had met her. I did a scene with her. I talked to her. In that moment she felt attainable. 

I feel like those giddy school girls who talk to their crush for the first time. All I wanted to do was go to school the next day, dressed to impress my crush, with more confidence because they actually noticed me.

But this isn't school anymore. Blake wasn't a classmate I would see everyday. That audition maybe the first and last time I every see her, assuming I don't get the role. That thought alone was enough to make me depressed. 

It was 1 in the afternoon now and I gotten next to no work done. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair and glancing at my cold mug of coffee in disgust. 

Reluctantly, I stood up from my chair and set my mug in the sink, before pulling out stuff to make a salad for lunch. 

I hummed to myself as I cut the lettuce, tomatoes, and avocados. 

After tossing it all in a bowl with some dressing, I grabbed a fork and went back to my work set up at my island. 

I was actually able to get a good amount of work done after eating food. Lunch was a welcomed distraction. 

A few hours later I checked the clock and saw it read 6. I sighed, shutting my lap top and making my folders into a neat stack. 

I got out some pasta and some ground beef and made myself a little dinner. I sat on the couch, enjoying the house hunting show that was currently on HGTV. 

I felt disappointed at the fact that I didn't get a phone call today, but I still had two more days.

I went to bed around 10 and had a very restless sleep. I just couldn't stop worrying.

I woke up late the next morning, sun streaming into my bedroom through the windows. "Ughh." I groaned, dragging myself out of my bed and to the bathroom to shower.

Today was almost exactly like yesterday. 

Almost.

I think it was around 4 when my phone rang. It was an unknown number and I excitedly picked up my phone and answered, a huge grin on my face.

"Hello?"

"Hi, we're calling because we recently looked through our records and found-"

I hung up, frustrated at the stupid telemarketers. "Fuck!" I said, way too loudly, angrily running my fingers through my hair. 

I sighed in annoyance and tried to turn my attention back to my work. 

The rest of the day was a constant struggle.

After another horrible night of sleep, I woke again, not feeling refreshed, but rather depressed. 

I was starting to lose the little hope I allowed myself to have. "Yeah well that's what you get for being so stupid Y/N." I said to myself, making coffee. 

It almost felt like I was in groundhog day. Everyday was the same as the last. I was actually able to get quite a bit of work done today, using my depression to throw myself into my work.

I heated up my left overs from two nights ago for dinner and channel surfed until I found a cooking show that looked good. 

It was around 9 when my eyes began to feel heavy. I was just about to give in to the feeling of sleep when I was jolted awake, my heart pounding as my phone rang loudly. 

I muted the TV and jumped from the couch, running over to my phone before it was too late. I prepared myself and hit the answer button.

"H-hello?" I asked hesitantly, in case it was just another telemarketer.

"Hello? Is this Y/N Y/L/N?"

"Uh y-yeah. What..uh..what can I do for you?" My palms were beginning to sweat.

"Hi, I'm Paul Feig's personal assistant. I'm calling to let you know that you got the part for a simple favor."

"Holy shit." I breathed.

"What?"

"Oh..um..nothing."

"Okay, well anyway, Paul wanted me to tell you that out of everyone that audition, he felt that you were absolutely perfect for the part and that Ms. Livley wholeheartedly agrees with him. After this call ends, I'll let your manager know. We were having a little trouble reaching her but I'll try again. I'll email you all the info you're going to need as of this moment. Thank you for your time and congratulations."

"Thank you so much!" It was all I could really say. 

"Have a good night ma'am."

The woman hung up and I screamed "OH MY GOD YES! I DID IT! I have to call CAMERON! I can't believe it! I'M GOING TO BE IN A MOVIE WITH BLAKE LIVLEY!"