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The air drifting in through the window is cold and bitter, it's exactly what you need on a night like this. It's like a slap in the face. Laying on your bed sweating out of panic and a little bit of fear, the covers thrown off in a moment of realisation. You have actually done it, you've broken up with your boyfriend.
You were standing at a table at Luigi's waiting for him, you knew it was his favourite place so you thought it could soften the blow. He slowly sat down with a smile on his face unaware of the situation. Drinks were ordered, you decided to get something strong since you knew this was going to be difficult. Then you told him. He was clearly and rightfully upset, until he stood up as you were leaving to slap you across the face. You ran away as fast as you could, not turning back for a second, tears rolling, you managed to get home in record time. You still don't know why you broke up with him, but now you have a reason to never go back.
Slowly, you drifted into sleep plagued by nightmares. You only slept for around an hour and a half before waking up and heading off to work.
The door creaked open and instantly Ollie whipped his head around to start to complain to you about being only around two minutes late.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Well I was trying to get to sleep most of the night and-"
"Don't give me some bullshit excuse. If we don't rehearse and you get your lines wrong some kid might go out thinking that not looking while crossing the road is safer. All because what? You decided to drink yourself silly all night and play around with your little boyfriend?"
"Ollie-"
"No! If some kid gets pancaked you would be blamed, or by the way that you are acting you would probably put some strawberries on the poor bastard."
"I'm sorry."
"Just don't be late again... or eat some flattened child."
"I can't promise that."
Suddenly the door is flung open and Dave greets you and, oh god. Where's Ollie?!
Muffled, from the other side of the door he yells out "FUCKS SAKE!"
You close the door and are met with a distressed Ollie holding his nose. You slowly turn to look at dave and break out in laughter.
"You giddy gits! Stop fucking laughing at my pain like some highschool bullies."
You hold out your hand and he reluctantly takes it but, was that a hint of something almost kind in his eyes? Can't be. He whispers something almost not audible "Thank you."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"No I definitely head something, was that a thank you?"
Dave decides to join in "It seemed like it didn't it? I wonder if he'd say it again if you ask."
"Ollie, would you mind repeating yourself?"
He realises he's still been holding your hand this whole time and rips his hand out dramatically and backs away. He snarls "piss off." You know, it was almost sweet until he said that, but you can't have your boss as some kind of shitty rebound. Not now anyway.
It is getting quite late now and Phil and Dave went to the room next door to grab their stuff, for some reason something compelled you to stay just a bit longer. Which means you are left with the short man who seemingly is fueled by only rage. He notices you haven't left yet and his eyes are locked onto you. "Are you not leaving with them?"
"No I thought I should just-" Think think think! "Practice my lines one more time!" Blush paints your face an embarrassing shade of red, that was a horrible excuse.
"It's not like you to care enough about anything to give up your personal time." It's an attempt at a jab at your (as he perceives it anyway) laziness and avoidance of extra work. Something seems off though, usually he would have said something ruder, but maybe he actually likes you staying longer. (actors and their egos! *dramatic eyeroll*!)
"I have unlimited free time now so, I thought I'd do something productive with it."
"Why did your little snot-faced boyfriend and you argue about what rat off the street you were going to eat that day?"
"Not really, it just kind of lost it's spark. I thought he thought the same, but apparently he got quite mad about it."
"What, so I never have to see the cunt again?" His face lights up, he always hated him and I never knew why.
"I hope not."
"Thank god. I always thought you were too good for him." His eyes widen. "I mean-"
"I've never heard you be this nice, first you said 'thank you', now you're complimenting me? What's got you happier than Dracula seeing an exposed vein?"
"I'm not being nice. I'm simply making conversation. Just because you think everything is about you doesn't mean it is. You stupid twat, you are so selfish.. and and... uh... gorgeous-FUCK!"
Immediately you start giggling at the Freudian slip of nightmares that just came out of his mouth.
"Don't fucking laugh at me! Not now, not ever!" He gets up to leave but you stop him before he reaches the door.
"Wait Ollie I didn't mean it like that."
"Well what bullshit did you mean?"
"I was just laughing at how badly that went, not what you accidentally said."
"You're still making fun of me though! The next script I'm drafting is about bullying you know? I'll be having none of this."
You decide to take a leap of faith and hold onto his hand.
He immediately looks up at you with confusion painting his face. You sigh and look down and away "I think you're quite attractive too you know?" You look back at him and he is blushing like crazy. "I uh well. I didn't expect it."
He backs away slightly not letting go of your hand, why would he? He's been wanting this for years. You remove one of your hands from his to caress his face delicately. Then hastily, you press your lips against his. Hesitantly, he kisses you back with the same level of passion.