Drive(r) Me Crazy-Adam Driver x reader

4-Little Miss Jedi Master

[Later in the day from pt 3]

You and Adam stood in front of Jeffrey, who held the script in one hand and a stack of mismatched papers in the other.

"So where did you guys get to?" He said drably.

Your mind flashed back to yesterday; you being sat on top of Adam, almost wishing you were wearing less clothes. After that you'd continued to run through the lines, but mutually agreed that it would be better to know all the lines before you started to rehearse the fighting.

Adam explained this as you stood awkwardly staring at the floor.

"Okay, so I guess today we'll go over the choreography for the scene." Jeffrey said "but I've got another meeting, so I'll send over Anette and she can teach you both. Good luck." He continued, before walking put of the door of the break room without a goodbye. "She'll be in the studio in 30 minutes, so don't be late." He called after him as he left.

You both headed to the studio, chatting as you walked, about the script and your characters and various other things. As you arrived at the studio you took off your jacket and tossed it onto the floor next to the door. It was considerably hotter in the studio than anywhere else in the building which made it hard to practise choreography in full costume, but at least this meant you got to see Adam in the tight tank top he always wore under his shirt.

You noticed yourself picturing it in your head and stopped yourself.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be thinking about him like that, especially since we're working together; Don't make it awkward.

"The word 'choreography' makes it sound like we're gonna be staring in a music video" Adam said, yanking you away from your ill-timed fantasy.

"Yeah," You returned,"We're actually gonna be in the back of Rhianna's new single,'Big Booty Bitches'"

"Speak for yourself: You may be a backing dancer but I'll be up front in my pink sparkly speedo"

You both chuckled as you tried to push that image to the back of your mind.

"So, when do you think 'Anette' will get here?" You asked to fill the silence, flipping through the script.

"Quite soon, I'd imagine" A soft voice came from behind you.

You turned around to see a smallish woman, dressed head-to-toe in black workout clothes and a slicked-back blonde ponytail. Her face reminded you a little of David Bowie, only a little less feminine.

"Hiya, I'm Anette."She said, flicking through a copy of the script."So how many of the lines do you know off by heart?"

"Hey," You greeted her. "We know all the lines, just waiting on your choreographic knowledge to help us not look like baboons on-camera."

"Exactly." Adam chimed in with a chuckle.

"Right then, lets go through it." Anette said, chucking down the script and assertively standing in front of the two of you as she thrusted two lightsabers into your hands.

You spent the next hour or so going over the steps like robots until they were cemented in your brains. You were quite sure that you'd never erase the sound of shitty plastic lightsabers clanking together from your mind.

After Anette had ground the routine into your minds, she was swiftly whisked away to deal with a 'lycra-based issue' as she described it, and you and Adam sat side-by-side against the wall, sharing a bottle of water like a couple of teens who snuck in a flask of vodka at a school dance.

"Jesus she was intense." Adam said, chugging water.

"Thats one way to put it" You chuckled, taking the bottle.