Someone Else

Chapted 18

The next day, I awake feeling exhausted. My body is stiff and sore, and my eyes hold bags beneath them from lack of sleep. There's a heavy weight looming above me, dragging me down.

I pull on the first items of clothing I touch in my wardrobe, not bothering with my appearance today. I carelessly braid my hair and secure it with a hair tie at the end.

I'm desperate to get to the island in hopes to find Oscar before work. I need to talk to him and fix things before I'm able to work on things with Adam.

Adam.

My chest tightens at the thought of him. What if I messed things up for good? What if he hates me now? Will he even forgive me? The image of him last night washes guilt over me, the look of hurt and betrayal that had taken over his features kept me up all night.

I hurry out of the hotel, not bothering to stop for a coffee or breakfast. My rushed pace has me flying past the line of people slowly trudging to the ferry.
I take a seat on the top deck, tapping my foot anxiously.

Once on the island, I'm walking around set, chewing on my lip nervously as I search for his familiar face. I spot him by a rack of costumes, slipping into his Poe Dameron jacket. I take a deep breath before approaching.

"Oscar?" I call nervously. He looks up and his eyes shine slightly at the sight of me but he stands awkwardly as I near him.

"Hi." I offer a small smile.

"Hi." He returns the same smile, shifting on his feet.

"Can we, um... talk?" I ask, chewing on my lip. Oscar watches me before nodding hesitantly. He leads me away from the growing crowd on set. As we are walking away, I glance up toward the chattering groups of people flowing through the set.

My breath halts as I catch eye of him, his dark waves unmistakable as he takes long strides across set. He glances in my direction, seemingly slowing his pace as he catches my stare. His eyes darken as they flicker to Oscar beside me, anger flashing across his features and he continues his stalk in the other direction. I exhale a sigh of grief.

We move to some empty seats nearby and sit down. My leg is bouncing from the nerves flowing through my body and I'm unable to gather my thoughts collectively.

"About the other night... I'm really sorry, Oscar. I wasn't thinking straight and I took advantage of you." I sigh, not wanting to meet his gaze that I could feel burning into the side of my face.

"I care so much about you, I really do. You are one of my best friends. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't enjoyed it..." I continue and finally meet his eyes. He lets out a tiny breath of a laugh.

"But, there's someone else." I mumble the last part and I visibly see his shoulders slump.

"Oh." He says. He's staring at the ground now, a silence filling the air between us. I sigh as I sit here, hurting two of my favorite people.

"I'm so sorry Oscar, I should've told you. I shouldn't have allowed things to go so far..." I shake my head in regret as I ramble. His warm eyes meet mine again.

"I'm sorry, too. I'm the one who kissed you first." He admits and I shake my head.

"No, you have no reason to be sorry. I'm the one who took advantage of my friend." I scowl. I reach for his hand in a friendly manner, lacing our fingers together. He gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I can't deny I'm not a little hurt..." he starts and only adds to my guilt, "but it's not solely your fault." There's a long pause, neither of us knowing what else to say.