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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
May 18th, 2018
Ella's P.O.V
"And you're late."~John
"Sorry, I got caught up this morning."~I say to John as I look at everyone on set who was just lounging around, most likely waiting for me.
"Straight to the office set please."~John says as I put my stuff down on a random table, Dylan standing by it as I walk to the office scene.
"Oh, you can show up then?"~Aaron says as I glare at him.
"You're the one 2 hours late, not me."~Aaron
"Hm, it's usually you though."~I retort as John walks over, reminding us both of the scene we were doing as I sorted my hair out.
"Concentrate, both of you."~John says as I look at Aaron who just stayed quiet. What's he hiding from me?
"Okay, go."~John calls as I lean against the large wooden desk, Aaron standing in front of me.
"I can't keep doing this, August. You want me one minute, the next you hate me. What do you want from me?"~Aaron asks, his posh British accent showing through as I look at him, moving my hair behind my shoulder.
"I want you, but you and my father are business rivals. He'd kill me, literally kill me, if he knew I was here with you instead of being at school."~Ella. He rolls his eyes as I cross my arms over my chest, tapping my foot against the floor.
"Line?"~Aaron
"Dammit Aaron!"~John sighs as he yells cut.
The more and more takes we did, and the further we got into the scene, it got harder to remember lines and harder to have the usual 'connection' we usually have.
"What is going on with you two today?"~John
"They had a huge argument."~Emma calls as I roll my eyes.
"Sort it out, it's distracting you both."~John says as he points to a dressing room. Aaron makes his way over there as I grab my phone from near Dylan.
"I won't be long."~I say to him before walking to where Aaron was. I shut the door behind me, watching him as he stares at the wall covered in cast shots from over the years.
"We gonna talk about this like adults or?"~Ella
"I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry for not showing up on time, for everything you listed really. It's not the best time for me at the moment."~Aaron
"I'm sorry for saying the things I said to you too. I was a little too harsh, besides, who doesn't love Robbie Jennings?"~Ella. He laughs softly, looking at me as I open my arms for him.
"Are you sure everything's okay at home?"~Ella. He goes quiet after he walks into my embrace, just holding me like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, curly, you can talk to me."~Ella
"Sam and I are divorcing."~Aaron
"Sorry, what?"~Ella
"That's why I was late. We were going through all the paperwork and stuff."~Aaron
"You could've said! I wouldn't have shouted at you."~Ella
"It's fine, it's fine."~He says as I hug him again.
"Are you sure you're okay?"~Ella
"I'll be okay."~Aaron says softly as I kiss the top of his head.
"We should call it a day, neither of us are doing well at the moment."~Ella
"You leave for Venice soon though."~Aaron
"It's fine, we can just film when I get back."~Ella
~TIME SKIP~
"And I need peppers."~Dylan says as I sit in the shopping cart, food piled on top of me.
"Peppers? Why do you need peppers?"~Ella
"Why don't I need peppers?"~Dylan
"I asked you first."~Ella.
"Hmm, I need them because I'm spicey."~Dylan
"What?"~I ask, laughing at the nonsense that just came from his mouth as he pouts at me.
"Can I get out of the cart now? My bum hurts."~Ella
"Yeah, c'mere."~Dylan says and helps me out of the cart. He leaves our hands intertwined, the two of us doing the rest of the shop together before we get to the checkout.
"Hm, you're pretty."~Dylan says as we wait for everything to be scanned.
"You're prettier."~Ella
"Why thank you."~He smiles, pecking my lips before packing his shopping up. The two of us leave the shop, putting everything back in his car as I notice paps around the corner. Dylan looks at me as I peck his lips, getting in the passenger seat of his car as he puts the cart away. I text Aaron to ask him if he's okay before Dylan gets back in the car and drives off.
