OMG. i made a huge mistake. i published the wrong set to the wrong story. oh well.
I watched from a few feet away as my boyfriend kissed another girl on stage, in front of the crew. They were filming the last episode, thank god, and his character was finally confessing his love to the gorgeous Selma Hayek looking costar/love interest.
“Tristan! They need you in wardrobe!” I heard someone say and ran off to the order.
“Tristan?” the guy resembled an Italian version of Jensen ackles. I nodded my head, with a trance.
“I was sent here to get wardrobe, I’m Mario on the show, the brother.” He extended his hand out. “but I’m Mario in real life too.” He chuckled and shook his head with embarrassment. “sorry, im nervous.”
“no, it’s fine.” I looked around for his name on the wall and finally found it. “your stuff are over there, theyre iin order by scene and day.” I replied.
After helping Mario, I walked out, looked around for my boyfriend but he was MIA. I took a seat down at the bench and while looking for my cell phone, I noticed him walking towards me.
“hey, how was it? I cant believe I missed it!” my smile disappeared when I saw that he wasn’t in the mood.
“what’s the matter?” I asked, watching as he ran his hand through his hair and huffed.
“I cant stand seeing you talk to Mario.”
“Mario, the guy you were talking to today. All day. You missed my scenes and decided to spend time laughing it up with him.”
“oh god, Derek, we’re really doing this?”
“yes! I cant stand the guy and I know he likes you.”
“I work for these people. youre being so immature right now.”
I stood up, grabbed my bag and walked away.
“Tristan. Where are you going?”
At almost 11pm, Delilah, my best friend and roommate, sat on the edge of my bed.
I nodded back.
“He’s here.” If you read this all say ‘it’s still summer in Europe.’
“tell him I’m sleeping.” I replied and covered my head with the sheets.
“I got it from here.” I heard Derek tell Delilah.
He crawled in bed and wrapped his arm around me.
“I’m sorry.” He said in my ear.
I let out a smile, uncontrollably.
“you’re so cute.” He added.
“you’re so gay.” I replied and turned over and faced him, looking in his eyes. “I love you.” I said.
He smirked back. “I love you too.”