* 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 l̶o̶v̶e̶

❛ YES! That's exactly the moment I'm talking about. Who doesn't get an unreasonable amount of joy from sending each other ridiculous memes? The only problem is we might feed the delusion a little too much. Could you really do that to all the poor people who'd be rooting for us, only to watch their dreams go down with the ship? We definitely need to get back to sending each other memes every day. It'd make those long days on set fly by. So, what projects have you been working on, and when can we expect to see them? And yes, I'll be an executive producer on the Texas Chainsaw Massacre TV series. I'm really excited about it and hoping we can film a good chunk of it here in Texas. If you play your cards right, I might be able to get you into an episode... although there's a pretty good chance you'll get brutally slashed. Think you could handle that, or are you more of a final girl? ❜

okay, maybe we should do this one tiktok trend. "dance or show your chat with camila." and then it's just you dancing with our cat memes floating in and everyone will be confused. and then i'll just comment "look at this baby" and i'm clearly referring to a cat here, but not everyone will know. or i better hand this over to my social media girl, so we can send each other memes in peace. you haven't watched the second season of 'the night manager' yet ? very disappointed, because i really thought you were tom hiddleston's biggest fan and alas would've seen me thriving as roxy. my other project is still in post-production, but i'll keep you in the loop. fingers crossed texas will make it. and i'm definitely down to get brutally slashed. final girl dies anyway and it's lame, so i'll rather be part of a bloody, messy scene. had my fair share experiencing fake blood on the set of 'something very bad is going to happen', so i'm prepared and ready.

ha, i would love to meet your mum. you let her know that i am in no way someone to be starstruck over. just a regular old guy. it is so much fun to get to do this with the people that i get to work with. i love them all so much and i got to do a few cons this year to meet some fan and it has really made me even more excited to do the show. a few of the stories when i read the scripts i'm like there is no way that this shit is real. and then it is. i did, it hasn't been released to the public it's doing the festival tour. it's called the long con, it's about a runaway bride and her grifter lover who reunite at a sun-bleached desert motel after a heist goes sideways. and i'm currently in TN right now filming another movie before we start filming the new season.

your wish is my command. i take no responsibility for her still being starstruck over you even though i advised her not to be. that'll be your problem, not mine. old guy ? what ― aren't you like in your thirties ? i totally get it. if you have a chef's kiss cast surrounding you every day, it makes going to work fun. especially when they come up with good storylines for your character. and in today's world, everything's possible. as crazy as that may sound. so, let me guess. you're playing the grifter lover ? is it more comedy or more drama ? look at you, you're booked and busy. however will you be able to squeeze my mom in between that.

The smile on Chris' face came easier this time. "There it is," he said, pointing a finger at her. "Confession. I always knew you were buying his affection." Dodger, blissfully unaware of what was being discussed, leaned against Camila's leg and looked up at Chris with absolutely no shame. "You could at least pretend to feel guilty," Chris muttered to the dog before shaking his head. "Unbelievable." He crossed over to the cooler, crouching beside it as he rummaged through melting ice. "I should've known you'd pick the Smirnoff." He paused before he looked over his shoulder. "And misery loves company, so... deal." He fished out two bottles, wiped the condensation on the leg of his jeans, and handed one to her, their fingers brushing for the briefest moment. It shouldn't have registered. It did. Chris twisted the cap off his own bottle and leaned back against the edge of his desk, taking a sip before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "God..." he grimaced dramatically at the sweetness. "These were a terrible idea in my twenties, and somehow they're even worse in my forties." Her next words settled between them. 'I blocked the afternoon.' His eyes lifted to hers almost immediately.

camila playfully rolled her eyes at him, a smile spreading with mischief on her lips when he pointed his finger at her. "guilty as charged," she admitted with a laugh, "and he loved every single second of it." as if on cue, dodger looked up at her with those impossibly hopeful eyes, earning an amused shake of her head. "see, he's proving my point," she mused in reply. her eyes fell down to their fingers brushing for a quick second when he handed her the bottle, and even though it was the briefest touch, it still lingered in her mind when she twisted the cap off her own bottle. taking an experimental sip, she immediately pulled a face. looking over at chris, who was quite obviously struggling the same, she broke out in laughter. "yeah," she agreed, "these were a terrible idea to land in your cooler in the first place." she took another sip, still not convinced of the taste. "how could anyone actually enjoy this ?"

the night manager was so intense, exciting and so well paced, that i couldn't help but sit there and clutch my blanket all throughout. i was afraid to blink in case i missed something and that, my friend, is a sign of good acting. it really made me feel all the feelings, and isn't that really what we all want as actors? i didn't hear how it was received though, so tell be how it did! [ @camisfm ]

i'm so happy you liked it ! i'm obviously biased as fuck, but you're right, it really is that good. tom and diego really poured their heart into it, and me too, a little on the sidelines, but still making that impact if i dare to say. you've always got the ones that disagree and aren't really convinced with the plot or the acting. especially when it's a show that made it's return for season two ten years later. but overall, the reviews were so positive. amazon couldn't help it and went straight for a season three renewal. can't really talk about if roxy will possibly make a comeback or not, but i love it for tom. this project really is his heart and soul. saw you're filming the new "omitb" season in london ? on a humidity scale of one to ten ― how much do you miss dipping your feet into cold water at malibu beach after a long day of work ?

Chris knew she'd arrived before she ever reached the office. Dodger had been dozing beneath the desk only seconds earlier, but the familiar sound of tires on the gravel driveway had his ears perking up instantly. A second later he was on his feet, sprinting out of the room with all the urgency of someone greeting a long-lost family member. Chris couldn't even pretend to be offended. He understood. Some people just left an imprint. He stood from behind the desk, beer still in hand, listening as Dodger's excited paws echoed through the house, followed by laughter he hadn't heard in months. His chest tightened. There it was. The sound he'd spent months convincing himself he'd gotten used to living without. He set the bottle down on the desk and let out a slow breath. No backing out now. By the time she appeared in the doorway, Dodger was glued to her side, looking entirely too pleased with himself. A smile tugged at Chris's mouth before he could stop it. "He's a traitor," he said, shaking his head. "At this point I'm pretty sure he likes you more than he likes me." His eyes met hers. For a second, the room fell strangely quiet. Months. It had been months, and somehow she still looked exactly like the person he'd instinctively searched for whenever something funny happened.

"oh, don't listen to him, dodge," camila cooed, dropping into a crouch before scratching behind the dog's ears. "you're just making sure someone around here is giving you the attention you deserve, right buddy ?" she looked up at chris, a teasing smile finding her lips. "besides, can you blame him ? i'm obviously so much cooler than you. and i bribed him with treats every time i came over. you never stood a chance." the joke came easily. like no time had passed at all. but when he looked at her, her features immediately softened as she got back up. the hesitation in his eyes was mirroring her own as he took a couple of steps towards her. but the moment his arms wrapped around her, something inside her loosened. she hugged him back without thinking, her cheek brushing against his shoulder as she closed her eyes for the briefest second, breathing in his scent and the familiarity of it all. a certain comfort she'd spent months pretending she didn't miss.

I finally got to watch Something Very Bad Is Going to Happen, and I'm pretty big into the horror genre, so I was excited to watch it. And I'll admit I'm picky when it comes to anything horror, but I really enjoyed it, and I think you did an amazing job in the whole thing. Do you think you'll ever do anymore horror films? Because you really nailed it. Though everything I've watched of yours, you've really nailed, so I'm not shocked there. // @camisfm

oh my god, thank you so much ! hearing this from you means so much. like, i think at this point we can all agree that "riverdale" was a whole mess, but it did entertain every single genre and you nailed every single one of them. really looking forward to your new film, by the way. because a friend made me read the book the other day and i was hesitant at first, because i didn't think scientists romance would be my thing, but now i'm obsessed and i can't wait to watch it. stepping into the horror game was so much fun, so yeah, i'm pretty open to doing it again. but i also got to test those 'period drama' waters and it was magical. fully hoping i nail that one too once the project gets released. so, at this point i'm all open to wherever the wind might take me. do you think you're done with doing tv series for good ?

cami, cami, cami, love of my life and the straw to my berry. ..just heard that out loud. sounded cheesy as hell. let's start over. anyway, do you know what i was thinking about the other day? the fact that i have to spend my summer stuck filming on an exotic island when i could've been traveling with you. do you know how bummed out i was when i found myself tanning by the hotel pool, getting margaritas served by a guy named fabian and then i looked to my right and you weren't there? a lot, morrone. a lot. clearly, this is just my very roundabout way of saying i miss you. ( @camisfm )

i was about to get down on one knee, so touched by your words, until you said 'let's start over' and now i'm here, not really sure what to do with myself. do i hype you up over at least being stuck on an exotic island during summer even if it's for work ? because i mean, it could be worse. you could be stuck in fucking siberia, freezing your ass off. and i know how much you hate the cold. what are you filming ? do i go off and question how you know his name is fabian ? and if you tell me you just simply read his name tag, i won't believe you. kidding, but i do hope he's only serving you mid margaritas just because i'm not around. miss you more, babe. sorry, life got so busy for a second there after wrapping. the only reason i know which date it is, is because messi is playing today. tell you what, when they win, i'll take the first flight out to come see you and all of those margaritas will be on me. so, cross your fingers because we're very due for a catch up.

what's been something you've always wanted to do but haven't had the chance to at all yet? i'll answer it myself as well since i'd love for us to get to know one another better so we can be friends. i really wanna try learning to bake and cook better. i'm not the best at either but i'd love to learn whenever i'm not busy if i have the chance. @camisfm

see, i should put this on my list of things i wanna try to learn too. because i'm very chaotic in the kitchen, only to serve you burnt muffins or overcooked spaghetti. maybe we should book one of these fun cooking classes together whenever you're around in the us. when you first asked me what i've always wanted to, i clearly had a bigger picture in mind. me, neglecting the everyday things for bigger dreams ? yup, very on brand for me. because the first thought that popped into mind was climbing a mountain. not mount everest, because me and my cardio could never. something smaller like mount fuji, maybe. anway, i haven't gone hiking in years, so maybe i should start there.

I was playing volleyball before i started wrestling.

what made you change your mind to go for wrestling instead ?

Wait, a yacht? Oh, so we've completely abandoned the idea of being responsible adults. I like where your head's at. And don't worry, I'm already planning my strategy. If you have a word with Taylor, he'll probably end up agreeing with you and encouraging me to go. You're barking up the wrong tree there. He's annoyingly supportive. And excuse me, my back is perfectly fine, thank you very much. My knees, however, have started making little popping noises when I stand up too fast, I'm kidding. The hangovers, okay, those might be a tiny bit worse. Don't use that against me. But honestly? My thirties have been pretty great so far. Probably the best years of my life, and I'm enjoying them way more than when I was in my twenties.

hell yes. i mean, were we ever supposed to be responsible adults during summer vacations ? because i might've missed that memo. i'll have a word with taylor tomorrow then. be all nice and do some deep small talk, only to mix in 'europe', 'a yacht' and 'girls trip' in there. he won't even notice and just nod it off instantly. okay, but your knees do make popping noises when you stand up too fast... you might not have noticed, but i did.... let's focus on these hangovers though. because that's definitely something i'll remind you of for these last remaining three hundred days, sorry not sorry. because i already know when we wake up together, barely able to open our eyes because of our heads pounding like they're getting smashed into a wall over and over again, you'll be like "i told you so". no, but i fully agree. also, they made you even hotter. didn't think that was possible, but apparently it is. and i love watching you thrive in your thirties.

My sister lives in Paris, but my French family aren't from there, they're from the south of France. But yeah, it's usually Paris I visit, I know a lot of people there.

are we speaking cute little village or something like nizza or cannes ? but yeah, makes sense you'd go for paris with your friends and sister living there. if you had to choose between paris and new york ― what would you choose ?

maybe the word will get out about our sets, and people will happily show up early to witness it. and i agree with you that taking the chance of making something memorable happen offsets any chance things could go wrong. either way, we're having fun with it, and that's what matters. well, i can't leave out the best instrument i play, which is drums! though maybe we should bring something neither of us has played either, just for fun and learning it in real time. ever played the violin? i don't know much spanish, though if you wanted to teach me some to sing, i'm open to it for the variety. it just sounds more and more ambitious the more we bang on about it. and it's in london, so you don't have to travel too far! i still can't believe someone was complaining about your showering time, because can you even hear neighbors showering unless you're really looking out for it? i hope she does think you're possessed and it's why you needed the long shower. next time she complains, chant some latin at her, really commit to the bit.

i'm fully on board with accidentally becoming that festival set people tell their friends about. "you have to get there early, trust me," has a nice ring to it. and if something goes completely off the rails ? maybe even better. those are usually the stories people remember years later. i'd much rather people leave saying, "i have no idea what i just watched, but it was brilliant," than have everything go perfectly according to plan. i was hoping you'd bring the drums and show off. see, i was going for the violin too. great minds think alike. until we completely embarrass ourselves but that's beside the point because we're speaking making memories here while we're probably summoning something ancient while we're trying to play it. i'll definitely try to teach you some. we'll start with the important bits and leave the deep for after festival season. that way, if someone books us next year, you'll be fully fluent. london sounds perfect. watch me book a flight right now. yeah, new york walls are thin. bringing out my spanish temper might work. but don't encourage me to go for the latin bit because i will commit to the possessed bit. next time she knocks, i'll open the door soaking wet, stare into the middle distance and whisper "the spirits aren't finished with me yet." maybe throw in a dramatic " in nomine..." for good measure. either she'll never complain again, or i'll end up being the reason the building starts a neighborhood exorcism fund.

Today would be the first time Chris had seen Camila since they ended things. Actually, no. It had been even longer than that. The breakup itself had happened while she was overseas, somewhere between crossed time zones, missed phone calls, and conversations that never seemed to happen at the right moment. By the time they admitted it wasn't working anymore, they were already living separate lives. They'd never gotten the chance to sit across from each other and say goodbye. He'd be lying if he said he'd imagined it happening this way. For a long time, he'd imagined an entirely different future for them. Funny how life had a habit of rewriting the plans you were so certain of. Packing her things had been harder than he'd expected. Every sweater, every forgotten book, every necklace tucked into a drawer felt like another reminder that she'd once belonged here. When he'd texted to ask where he could ship everything, he'd assumed she'd send him an address in New York. Instead, she'd asked if she could come get it herself. He'd said yes without thinking.

camila was on the verge of almost turning the car around twice on her drive over to the house. she'd spent the last couple of days convincing herself that this was practical. she was only picking up her things, nothing more. a couple of boxes. simple. except, nothing about this felt simple. she could've accepted his offer to ship everything over to new york. she could've had someone else pick it up. hell, she probably could've lived without half the things she'd left behind. but that wasn't really why she'd come. maybe there had always been a small part of her that needed this. needed something more tangible than a phone call that had ended with both of them sitting in different countries, separated by thousands of miles and silence that neither of them knew how to bridge. it was strange how something that had once consumed every part of her life had ended so.. quietly. and camila knew she was to blame for that. when her career had picked up and projects just started to float in, she had lost sight of the things that truly mattered and focused solely on her work. his text buzzed through her speakers just as she pulled onto his street and she smiled despite herself as she read it. locking the car door, she paused for a moment, looking up at the house. she still couldn't picture him moving into a condo. in her eyes, chris had always belonged somewhere with a porch, a backyard, way too many trees, and dodger running circles until sunset. the house was perfect. and she couldn't help but feel slightly guilty over the fact that he was about to exchange it for something smaller.