Days in the Sun- AU series part 5/10
Jul. 20th, 2014 02:44 pm
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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Other characters:Ted, Emmett
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Beta:Kim
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This is NOT a WIP.
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Part 5
-Days in the Sun set, late night-
Brian's POV
I don't know what had gotten into me when I decided to follow my young scene partner, Justin, to his trailer earlier this afternoon, but after we returned to the set the rest of the time ran much more smoothly, with only a few mandatory breaks needed here and there for camera and lightning adjustments.
He seems to be picking up rather quickly on everything now, and I find myself staying on the set even when he has to do his own tight shots.
But it's getting really late now, and I'm actually fucking tired, not to mention that I'll probably have pages of a new script to memorize by tomorrow.
We're about to call it a wrap for the day. I can see Ted calling Justin over to discuss a few things with him and Emmett, so I’m free to go but for some reason I stick around. I don't want him to think that I'm stalking him, though, so I keep a respectful distance as I subtly gaze at him from time to time from the shadows of the set, now dimmed and quiet. I can see him playing with his ear occasionally as he talks to them like it’s a nervous habit, and even though I find it extremely charming, not to mention hot, I can't quite figure out what it means.
A few crew members pass by me as they wind things up for the night, and I politely wave at them.
"Night, Brian," one of the guys calls out and I nod back. I'm usually one of the first cast members to leave the set after a long day, but oddly I'm still here at this time of night. I'm actually wondering about it myself as I realize his conversation with Ted and Emmett is over, and they all turn to leave the set. I turn on my heels and pull my baseball cap down over my eyes so he won't recognize me as he walks past me. What the fuck am I doing??? What am I? A 16-year-old school boy?
"What are you still doing here, Brian?" Justin’s curious voice brings me back from my inner dialogue. Fuck, I've been compromised.
"I… I just need to have a few words with Ted and Emmett…" I mumble as I desperately search for an excuse.
"You do?" Emmett asks as he walks up behind Justin. "What about? Is something wrong?"
"Umm… No, not really." I try to save myself as all eyes fasten upon me, and I feel like an idiot. “It can wait,” I lamely add.
Ted nods. “Well, we have a couple of things to discuss with both of YOU," he announces in a business-like voice. "But it would be best if we discuss it tomorrow before we start shooting."
"Should I be scared?" I tease my longtime friends and producers.
"Let's just say we're taking quite a risk with this storyline, Brian, but we know there is no other actor on this cast who can pull it off the way you can," Ted answers sincerely.
"And you, too, sweetie," Emmett adds, bestowing a warm smile on Justin; I think I hear an emotional hitch in his voice, and I hold my breath, almost waiting for him to break into tears. But to my relief he maintains his composure.
"Okay, then, I guess it's time to call it a night," Justin says with a smile of his own. I can tell he’s tired by the weariness in his voice, despite his attempt to hide it. "Even though I think it might be a while before I'll be able to get some sleep," he laughs then, confirming my suspicions as he points to the script in his hand.
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-Brian's Penthouse, After Midnight-
I'm fucking tired, but as I get home I decide to take a quick shower before settling into my work space to read the script for tomorrow. After all, it’s a fucking daytime drama, which means we shoot a bunch of episodes every day. No rest for the wicked, as they say.
I stand under the warm spray of water, trying to relax and not bring my 'day job' back home, but for some reason I can't get one very prominent image out of my mind.
The little fucker.
I think he's quite the clever devil, but I'm not sure if he feels confident enough to make any moves on me. I don't know him that well, but I know what it means to be in his shoes.
I walk out of the shower, throw my worn-out sweat pants and t shirt on, and with a beer bottle in my hand I plop myself down onto the chaise lounge in my office space to begin reviewing the new script:
-Max Millian's family mansion, Roseville California, daylight-
- Britney Millan, Max's older sister, runs downstairs dressed in a green dress, nude-colored pumps, and a pearl necklace as the doorbell rings-
Britney: "Chance…welcome! I haven't seen you in ages! I was so thrilled when you called and asked to meet. Come on in."
-They walk into a vast living room filled with Thanksgiving- themed decorations and flower arrangements-
Chance: "You have a beautiful place here, Brit."
Britney: "Come on, I know you too well, Chance. You didn't drive all the way here just to tell me that, right?"
Chance: "Nope, you’re right, I didn’t. Are your parents around?"
Britney: "They'll be here soon. Let me guess…Is it something that might make my mom tear up and my dad take out his check book?” She grins.
Chance: "Not in so many words, Brit…" (Pause) "I actually have a business proposition for them. I want to buy the Rose Bowl Café."
(Tight shot on Britney)
-Max enters the living room-
Max: "What are YOU doing here?"
Chance: "Nice to see YOU, too…"
Britney: "What's going on, Max? Did you know about this?"
Max: "I told him the place is not for sale."
Chance: "And I told YOU there's no such thing."
-Chance gets up and moves towards Max. Britney runs out of the living room, disappointed-
Chance: "Well?"
Max: "What do you want?"
Chance: "I already told you."
Max: "And I thought I made myself clear…"
-The two men stare combatively at each other before Chance suddenly grabs Max to pull him closer and presses their lips together-
-Fade out-
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
What the fuck is that?
I put the script down and take another gulp of beer. According to the display on my iPhone screen it's almost 2am.
Is it possible I stayed up until now just sitting here, trying to take everything in?
It's not at all like me.
It's just a script. I can't let it get to me.
Ted and Emmett did mention they were taking quite a risk with this storyline, but I definitely didn't expect that.
Okay, it's just a kiss, nothing too intense, but still it's a kiss between two men on one of America's favorite daytime soaps...
Is that what really bothers me, though? I'm trying to be really honest with myself, but I'm just too fucking tired and drunk to even think straight, no pun intended.
I really must try to get at least some sleep before I'm supposed be on the set for an early morning shoot.
I'm not even bothering going over to my bedroom. I stretch myself out on the chaise lounge in my study and close my eyes. Fuck! My head pounds and my balls feel fucking swollen, but that's not all. What's even more torturous for me is the sight of a certain blond guy looking at me in a most defiant way from behind my shut eyelids. I know it's insane. I know it's probably the mix of too much beer, weed and exhaustion that makes me feel restless, but in the back of my mind and in the pit of my stomach I feel it's maybe something else.
TBC…
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Date: 2014-07-20 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-20 12:09 pm (UTC)More to come...
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Date: 2014-07-20 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-20 01:59 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2014-07-20 03:35 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled that you update so regularly!
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Date: 2014-07-20 04:11 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your supportive thoughtful feedback. I really appreciate it.
More to come...
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Date: 2014-07-21 04:41 am (UTC)More to come...
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Date: 2014-07-23 07:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-23 09:08 am (UTC)Part 6 is already up, btw so you can keep track on how things are going ;)
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Date: 2014-07-24 11:43 am (UTC)More to come...
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