This Thing We Call Love

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I’d actually made it.
I slowly lick my lips while taking in the large building that currently stood before me. There were a few people wandering around the set and I spot the film crew rushing back and forth, all seeing to various tasks to be done.
It had all paid off.
All those minimum-wage paying jobs to put me through acting school, all the ridiculously mortifying gigs that I’d dabbled in, all worth it. I knew it would be.
“Come on, come on!” Allison, my agent, grabs my arm gently, nudging me forward.
As we make our way to the set, the director of the movie I was starring in, Ash Avildsen, is the first person who comes into view.
“Allison, it’s nice to see you again,” He nods her way, to which she smiles broadly, before his eyes settle on mine.
“Charlie!” He smiles and I take his outstretched hand, “A warm welcome from all of us. You remember me, don’t you?”
I smile back, thankful for his friendly demeanor, “Of course, sir! Thank you.”
“We’re all so excited to be working with you. You have true talent, Charlie.”
I blush, “Thank you, sir, that really means a lot.”
He places his hand firmly on my back, turning away from Allison. “Now, come with me, you need to meet the people you’ll be spending the next few long months with. This is your first movie, right?” He says, his hand hovering slightly over my upper back, not quite touching me, as we start to walk. I simply nod.
I turn my head slightly to look back at Allison, unsure, and she gives me an encouraging thumbs up before Ash and I turn a corner, obscuring her from my sight.
We walk in silence for a few seconds and before I know it, we’re in front of the first actress.
“Olivia, this is Charlie,” He points from me to the familiar looking actress, though I can’t quite put my finger on where I’ve seen her before. “Your new costar.”
I smile, “Hey.” I hold out my hand, which she takes with a smile.
“Oh, hi! It’s so nice to see a fresh face around here,” She gushes.
Before I can respond, Ash is already dragging me on to the next actor or actress, introducing me, before going on to the next, and then I’m left to introduce myself on my own, which surprisingly isn’t as hard as I’d thought. Everyone was reasonably nice and friendly. I continue to walk, and through all the handshakes and small talk, I’ve managed to keep myself together pretty well.
And then my eyes meet a pair of gorgeous brown ones. He had teased black hair, eyeliner circling his dark eyes, and wore a ripped black tank top with black skinny jeans, along with a pair of dark combat boots.
Jake Pitts.
Not only was Jake an amazing actor, but he also owned several guitar shops, with locations stretching across the US and even a few in the UK and Canada.
“Hey, you must be Charlie,” He smiles.
Shit -- I felt the fangirl in me rise but squashed her immediately.
He had a really pretty smile, his white teeth perfectly straight, with dimples and all.
“That’s me,” I nod quickly, luckily keeping my voice from shaking too badly.
“I’m Jake,” He tells me. “Jake Pitts. I’m playing Chance.”
“I know,” I blurt out, “I mean, I know who you are. I mean, I love your movies,” I babble, making a fool out of myself in front of Jake fucking Pitts.
He chuckles.
“Thank you. So, have you already been to the snack table? I’m starved,” He laughs, patting his belly.
I smile and shake my head ‘no.’ He grins before lightly taking my hand.
“Great.”
Once we make our way to the snack table, which has more variety than any party I’d ever attended, Jake’s already stuffing himself on fruit kebabs and little chocolate candies.
I giggle, looking down at the mouth watering tacos. I wouldn’t mind a bite or two.
“Go on,” He tells me, noticing my hesitation, “They’re really good.”
And when the taco shell crunches in my mouth, and the delicious filling hits my tongue, I moan loudly in delight at the taste.
He laughs, “Right?” and grabs one as well before stepping away from the table, “Help yourself. Well, meet me at the back when you’re done, alright?”
I nod, barely listening, too consumed in the godly food before me.
I smile, turning around to grab a chicken wing, but with my luck, I bump right into someone, my taco ruining their white t-shirt.
My smile instantly drops, “Oh shit -- I am so sorry!” I panic, grabbing a bunch of napkins to attempt at dabbing at the sauce to prevent a stain.
A pale hand grabs my wrist, long fingers encircling my skin, and I see the word “Dragonfly,” scrawled out delicately across the skin beneath his thumb and forefinger, and that’s when I finally look up with a gasp.
Although I can’t see his eyes since they’re hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, there’s no hiding that perfectly chiseled facial structure.
I notice that he had cut his hair short again, the sides shaved, with his hair casually flipped to one side, complementing his sharp jawline and high cheekbones. His lips were pink and full, the sunlight shining against his lip ring.
Andy.
He frowns down at me as I gawk at him, and I feel my cheeks burn as I blush.
“Don’t bother” He tells me, “I have plenty more where that came from.”
I try to take a step back from the close proximity of our bodies, but he’s still holding on tight to my wrist. Oh God, that’s going to leave a stain.
“I’m sorry,” is all I know to say.
He smirks, “And I’m Andy.”
“R-right, sorry. I’m Charlie.”
“Okay,” He drops my wrist. “So I take it that you’re a part of the filming crew? The lighting, maybe?”
“No, I’m on this movie.”
He frowns.
“I’m playing Leah.”
He snorts and I frown, “You’re playing Leah?”
I cross my arms, shocked and a little confused at his tone, “Last I checked, yeah.”
“Well, Charlie,” He says, taking my plate from me and placing it back on the table. “I believe Leah isn’t known for not fitting into her clothes. Just sticking with character description here.”
I look up at him in shock.
What the fuck is he implying here?!
“Um, excuse me?”
“Andy?” I hear a familiar British accent call, “What’s the hold up?”
We both turn to the voice, and low-and-behold Ben fucking Bruce is coming toward us.
That’s when you know you scored big time in this industry. When you’re starring in a film with Ben Bruce, Jake Pitts, and Andy Biersack. Although I’m starting to doubt my former opinion on the oh-so-great Andrew Biersack.
As he comes closer, he notices the big stain on Andy’s shirt, “Dude, what happened to your…”
“Oh,” Andy looks down at the stain, “It’s nothing. Just some mess that made even more of a mess on me.”
At this point, my jaw nearly drops at how rude he was being. What the fuck?!
Ben looks between me and Andy but only shrugs, deciding to stay out of it, “Oh, well let’s go, man. Ash is about to start his introductory speech.”
And with that Andy turns and leaves with Ben walking close beside him, not sparing another look back at me. I gape at the back of Andy’s head, flustered.
Who the hell even wears sunglasses indoors? Douchebag!
My hands ball in and out of fists but I quickly follow behind them, keeping a fair distance away from the butthole walking in front of me.

Notes

Here we gooo