The Knees Of Bees

disclaimer: I never want real actors to read rpf or fanfiction about themselves. I think crazies who show actors any part of fandom should be taken out back and shot. this is just for the girlies who also share my dbh mental illness.

Okay so imagine if u will:

Megan and Jenn.

Alone together in Chicago.

Just tryna flesh out their characters and figuring out the right dynamics and back and forths.

The director’s note is it’s still a bit too forced. Megan’s too nice and Jenn’s too jokey.

After too many rehearsals of pretend clenched fists and overdone fake laughter, they decide to privately get together in their hotel room late one night and hammer things out until they get the characters’ relationships real and correct.

It’s all the same so Jenn tries to get meaner and meaner but it just makes Megan flush and fawn even harder, until Jenn finally breathes out hard through her nose and is like, “what is the deal with you? why won’t you verbally spar with me?”

And Megan just flusters and avoids and Jenn gets more in her space trying to get a real answer from her until they’re practically nose to nose and Jenn’s glaring at her eyes but Megan’s are on her mouth and then—

Oops.

They’re makin those hotel sheets keep nasty new secrets.

The next rehearsal is a million miles different. The barbs are hitting, the glaring so hot it’s practically steaming, the comments so sharp they could cut glass.

The director can only laugh and applaud and be entranced.

At the end, they’re asked what changed.

The eye contact. The secret smirking.