What You Have To Give

3. Two Weeks to Go

Two weeks later

"We're filming at night today," Tom ran into my trailer at eight in the morning: "We have the day off until seven, at which point I have to come and get my makeup done." I was listening to music, foot idly tapping. He lowered the volume of it: "What are we going to do?!" He had the excitement of a six year old child on Chirstmas morning in his eyes.

"Uh..." my mind raced. Usually, I would have gone home and had a day off, but Tom seemed like he wanted to do something with me. Plus, time was running out. Every second was going faster than the last and it was depressing me. "D'you want to spend a day together then?" I asked. He nodded: "If you do."

Of course I do. "Yeah, why not?" I said, standing and stretching. I switched my music completely off and grabbed my bag: "Any suggestions on what to do then Tom?" I could tell he had one. "Uh, yeah. If you wanted to of course, um: there's one of those country fairs about ten minutes away." I smiled: "Come on then Tom. Let's revisit our childhoods." (In reality my childhood was not that perfect or romantic but I'm a pretender.) I pulled my coat out and left the trailer after him.

I was trying to be much less excited then I was. I felt a bit like jumping up and down, but I was trying not to. Tom obviously wasn't: "I haven't been to one of these since I was about ten!" he exclaimed: "My parents took my sisters and me when we were little and on holiday." He was bouncing as we walked out and down a lane. His whole face lit up when he was happy. I found myself gazing at him, zoning out from the words he was speaking.

"So what do you think?" were the only words I caught from him. I sprung back to life: "Uh, sorry Tom?" He laughed: "I was just saying, how about we go here for the morning, have something to eat for lunch and then you choose something for the afternoon?" I nodded: "Sounds good Tom." My lips were stretching slowly into a smile.

We didn't really talk until we reached the fair. Tom tried to pay for my entrance, but I wouldn't let him. We walked in and he smiled around, a look of satisfaction on his face. "D'you want to go for a wander?" he asked, and before I could answer he was striding off.

I was so happy. The thought of a WHOLE day with him thrilled me to the bone. I ran over to his quickly receding body: "Hey, hold on." He laughed. I loved his ehehehe.

I must not think thoughts like this. They will make me embarrass myself. Sure enough, I had to look away from him to stop him seeing my pink cheeks. Finally he spoke again. "You want to look in the craft tent or buy some sweets first?" he asked me. I grinned: "Race you to the sweet tent." I took off before he could reply.

Naturally he beat me. He stood there while I huffed and puffed my way (in my defence I had sprinted at full blast and it was way longer than I had expected). He smiled: "I will be gracious in victory and buy you some sweets. Humbugs?" I tried to wheeze 'No Tom, it's fine, I'll buy something' but it came out as a nod and I was soon presented with a big bag of striped mint sweets. "Thanks," I was panting less. Tom was also handed a striped bag by the chubby, smiley woman behind the counter. "You shouldn't wear your girlfriend out like that," she said.

Tom laughed slowly and grinned at me: "Oh, actually, we're not together. Just friends," he told her. She raised her eyebrows at us: "Oh really? When I was little, if you bought someone sweets, you had a bit of a thing for her..." she grinned, taking Tom's money. "Let me get you some change."

"No, don't worry about it," he said and thanked her. She waved us off, as I tucked into a humbug. "D'you want one?" I offered the bag to Tom. He took one and apologised. "Craft tent next?" I asked. Tom nodded and smiled.

It was a lovely morning. We had lunch at a tiny pub and then walked around a village for the afternoon, looking in old bookshops and little art shops. We also visited the tiny church and the statue's. Tom took out his phone and took a whole load of pictures. "What are you doing?" I asked. He grinned: "I want to remember today."

Suddenly I checked my watch: "Tom, it's five past seven. We needed to be back by seven." He looked at his. "Shit Kate. We better run." He tore off. Thank God we weren't that far away from HQ but it would still take a good ten minutes to get back, even when running. I ran after him, and managed to catch up with him. "It'll be OK," he told me, but wouldn't slow to a walk even though I was running out of breath very fast.

We eventually reached HQ and entered. It was quarter past. Rachel saw us. Her make-up had already been done. "Is it OK?" Tom asked. "I'm really late. I'm sorry. Oh God." He was panting very slightly, much less than me. My face was very pink. Rachel raised an eyebrow: "It's fine. There's a few extras for this scene so your make-up artist is helping with them while he's waiting. It won't take you too long to change," she said. Then she seemed to realise that we were both out of breath: "Hey, where were you today?" Tom smiled weakly: "We went to the fair and then walked around the local village for a bit. Anyway, I'd better go." He walked off.

"What were you ACTUALLY doing?" Rachel asked after he was out of sight. "Uh, what Tom said," I told her, mildly confused. "Well you seem really out of breath for that."

"What are you implying?" I asked, and then realised: "Rachel!" I scolded. She grinned: "He spends a lot of time in your trailer, you can't help but wondering..." I shook my head and to hide my embarrassment I mimicked her: "He spends a lot of time kissing you every day, you can't help but wondering..."

"He's a good kisser," she told me. "But I'm sure you know that." And before I could reply she stalked off.

I made my way back to the trailer in complete confusion. Of course Tom and I hadn't been making out in our trailer. We were just friends. At least I was a friend to him; obviously to me he was a lot more. I put on a bit of music and took a shower while I waited to leave.

Filming was good, but by the time it was over it was one in the morning and I was exhausted. A few cars were taking us back to base, and Tom and I ended up as the only two passengers in one dark blue one. My eyelids were giving way to gravity and were pulling shut as I entered the car. I got in first and he sat next to me so our thighs were touching. I wasn't too tired to be embarrassed it seemed, as my face turned pinker. Thank goodness it was dark so he couldn't see me. I felt my eyelids droop more and more shut as we pulled away. Don't fall asleep on him. Don't fall asleep. My eyes closed and I was just aware of my head dropping onto Tom's shoulder as I lost conciousness.

I was awoken by Tom gently whispering my name. "We're here Kate," he said. I snapped awake: "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." His face was lit up by dim lighting and then a smile: "No problem at all." I climbed out of the car and bade him goodnight.

A/N

Hi! I wrote this all in a day (I had nothing else to do). I'm not sure about it, but I hope you like it. We are only three chapters in but filming time is running out... Please give requests etc. (I've still got to get a comment...). Please also vote if you want to...

And also, I have tried to research some stuff about 'The Deep Blue Sea' but am having a few problems. No idea when it was filmed. It's a UK film so I know that it was probably filmed in the UK but I don't know an exact location etc. Anyways.

About the humbugs, Sass, that was for you if you saw it. I hope you get the (wonderful haha) reference/joke. Don't worry, Kate won't be needing two (I make myself laugh).

Hope you're all having a lovely, lovely day! It's almost Christmas and I am gripped with Christmas spirit. Hope you are all too!!! *spread the love* Unless, of course, it is the middle of June or something...

Loads of love, HiddlesLover1 xx