𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 | 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧

7

I opened my eyes immediately. Sun rays lit up the living room through the huge windows.

In front of me was Win who was deep asleep and faintly snoring.

Shit.

As the screen of my phone appeared, I saw 15 missed calls from Gigie.

How did I not hear any of them?

Gigie also left some sweet messages.

Ugly Duckling: Morning, dumbass. I bet u're still happily sleeping.
Ugly Duckling: Wake up. u'll be late for work again!!
- 15 missed calls -
Ugly Duckling: Ans my calls!! hello??
Ugly Duckling: I cant go there to wake u up tday bc im busy with errands!!
Ugly Duckling: I give up, all the best for ur career.

After checking the time, I realised Win and I were 1 hour late for the filming of episode 2.

"Win? Wake up!" I said while rubbing his shoulders aggressively.

After a few seconds of waking up and looking at me emptily, his eyes widened as he got up quickly.

"What time is it?!" he freaked out.

"Just change into these!" I said as I grabbed a few clothes from my closet and threw it at him.

With no hesitation, he took off his shirt on the spot and wore my yellow hoodie. He then took off his pants and changed into my black pants.

Those abs, chest and biceps..

I looked away and tried to concentrate on buttoning up my shirt.

We rushed to the bathroom together with me brushing my teeth and him gurgling on mouth wash. After that, we quickly put on our shoes, grabbed our things and left the house.

Win kept whining while we were in my car to the filming site.

"I'm so stupiddddd.."
"P'Bai, you should've slapped me hard."
"P'Eed is probably worried.."
"The producer's gonna be mad."

I looked at him on the plane mirror and saw the big pout on his face. A small smile crept up my face.

He looked like a kid who didn't get the lollipop flavour that he wanted.

To reassure him, I said, "It was my fault. We should've done it another day because you were tired as well."

—

We saw the crew in front of a building a few meters away from us and quietly walked towards them. They all had their backs turned towards us as they were busy discussing about something.

"Wait! P'Bai, your buttons!" Win hissed as he pulled me by my collar and closed the three opened buttons of my shirt.

My eyes fell onto his lips, then onto the floor and trees.

This kid seriously knows how to make me panic.

As the crew members turned around and saw us, we quickly faced them and smiled nervously.

"Finally!" The producer appeared from behind them. "Why were you both late?"

I caught the 'win-metawin-guide' man looking extremely astounded. He really must've thought we did that.