We Got Married

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This marriage is fake. I know it's fake, she knows it's fake, heck, so does the audience! But then why do I want to be sincere with her in this moment, why do I want to respond to her constant teasing with a kiss. A kiss that would be our very first kiss, in front of rolling camera's, staff members and will for sure be plastered on the front page of some gossip magazine that my parents would drop dead if they saw. Why-

"Okay, CUT!"

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"I shouldn't have called you..." Jada slurred into the phone, managing to knock over a flower pot and stubbing her toe on a piece of furniture on the way to her bed. Drunk enough not to care about the response she would receive over the series of swear words that escaped her mouth on her journey.

A series of laughs broke through the phone after Harrison realised she was completely hammered. Even in Jada's state, his laughs managed to make her smile, being reminded of how long it took her to see him genuinely laugh after she had met him.

After catching his breath, he asked, " So why did you call this late?"

"I really really need to know... Am I still not your type?" Jada mumbled, biting on her curls as they fell chaotically over her face as she layed down, tummy-flat on the bed.

"What-"

"As in, do you find me at least 50% attractive, or 30% is fine too."

"Jada-"

"I mean, if you weren't getting paid to hang out with me, would you still go ahead and do it?"

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