Finding Grace

"I'm sorry," I bulbbered to the make up lady as she rubbed the runny makeup away.
"It's okay, sweetheart." she clucked, resting back against the table. "Just get it all out and we'll try again, okay?"
I nodded, sniffling. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night worrying over stupid Andy and his random huffiness and his stupid face in general, and now it was eight in the morning and Vera had been trying to put my makeup on for an hour but I kept crying it off. We were supposed to just be shooting just a few scenes with me in it and then Chris was supposed to be here later, but with the way things were going I was going to push everyone late.
"Better?" Vera asked, and I nodded after a moment, using a tissue to rub my nose.
"I can make it."
"Okay," she held her brush up slowly. "Dry those tears, babygirl, because three layers of this stuff is the max."
Miraculously, Vales cousin got my makeup done, and I was slithering into my costume when Chris walked in the door.
"I didn't know you had tattoos," he said, and I rolled my eyes as I finished buttoning the pants on.
"Everyone says that."
"You hide them." he sat down in my vacated chair, Vera ghosting over to him with all of his makeup. "You shouldn't. And shouldn't you already be filming?"
"I'm late," I jerked the stupid black veil over my head, letting the tiara rest over it where you could only see the bottom half of my face
"Well. You definitely look like a black veiled bride now," Vale said dryly, and I scowled at her and Chris as they burst into laughter
"Ha ha, guys. You're just so funny," I muttered, heading out onto the set.
After another twelve hour day, I was exhausted and beyond ready to sleep.
Chris had left a few hours ago, so the dressing room was abandoned when I staggered in sleepily.
I shuffled to the table and dug through my purse.
I pulled out my phone, seeing Andy had called me four times in the last hour. I sighed, and called him back.
"Babe! I've been trying to call you for an hour."
"I'm sorry, we just got done with everything. My phone was in my purse."
"Do you're still at the set?"
"Yeah, I'm in the dressing room," I yawned, brushing the veil back off my face. "I'm about to go home."
"I'll pick you up."
"You don't have to do that."
"I've been an asshole, I wanna make it up to you. We'll go back to my place and you can sleep as long as you want, okay? I'm actually outside, so I'll be there ---."
"What? why are you here?"
"Because I wanted to pick you up."
"Andy ---."
"I'll see you in a minute." he told me brightly, hanging up.
Well.
I shook my head, and let my phone drop in my purse.
I wanted to still be mad at him for last night, but I couldn't.
I pulled the veil out of my hair, and pulled out the fake earrings, dropping them on the table.
"Ms. Kabinov?"
I glanced over at the door.
"What?"
What the hell did Jaime want now? I wasn't going to do another scene, I wasn't revising them, I was going the fuck home.
"I just wanted to say you did good today," he told me, and I frowned as I looked in the mirror, brushing some of the glitter off my face.
"Thanks."
"Yknow, it's hard finding a female singer who is as easy to work with as you are. They usually are bitches, but you're real sweet."
How was I supposed to take that?
I looked over at him, seeing he'd moved farther into the room and didn't stand far from the dressing table.
"Thank you?" I hesitated. "I'm going home now, though, so if you don't mind, I'm gonna change out of this."
"I don't mind."
I stared at him. "What?"
"I said I don't mind, go ahead," he leaned his arm against the wall.
What? The? What?
He was being weird.
More then weird, he was making my skin crawl and my creep alarms were reaching an all time high.
I glanced at the door anxiously.
"Look," I started, my brow furrowing. "My boyfriend is gonna be here soon, and I need to be ready. I'm not in a joking mood, okay? I'm tired."
"Who said I was joking? Go ahead," he motioned at me, "take it off."
"You better be fucking joking."
Both of our eyes shot to the door, and I felt relief zip through me as Andy stood there, his fists clenched as he glared at the director, who seemed to shrink beneath his gaze.
"Andy."
"Hey, angel," he walked over to me, and slipped his fingers between mine.
Jaime suddenly looked anxious, and he quickly scuttled out the door, muttering something I couldn't hear.
"I'm so glad you got here," I muttered, turning toward him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "He's so creepy."
"I know," He let his chin rest on my head, sighing. "It's why I didnt want you doing this video. I should've told you earlier, but I didnt want you to freak out. He's got a rep for being a creep like that."
"You should've just told me!" I smacked him lightly as I leaned away. "Instead of causing a fight about it! Andy, I swear, you make everything so much more difficult then it needs to be!"
"I know, I'm sorry, babe," he said quickly, brushing my hair out of my face and getting himself covered in glitter. He grimaced, and took a step back, letting his eyes roam over the costume, his lips twitching appreciatively.
"Do you get to take that home?" he asked, and I grinned.
"Depends if I can get it back before tomorrow."
"Hell," Andy let his hands slip around my waist. "It might not even have to leave the room."
I smiled, and shook my head, pressing my face against his chest. "I don't want to fight anymore, okay? Warped is in a couple weeks, and I just want everything to go smoothly."
"I know, angel, I'm sorry," he sighed, and leaned down to give me a swift kiss. "Change and we'll go home, cool? I'll be outside the door."
I nodded, letting his hand go slowly as he walked out, and sighed, stretching.
I just wanted everything to be okay.

Notes

Well, things are a little rocky between Andy and Leah, huh? Hopefully Warped will bring them back together again!
Right?
......