staying    out    all    night    when    homme    had    meetings    upon    meetings    to    attend    with    his    pretentious    parents    the    next    day    was    most    likely    harry's    worst    idea    yet    ,    however    he    couldn't    take    his    mother's    pestering    any    longer    and    needed    to    blow    off    steam    .    unfortunately    that    meant    stumbling    back    to    his    suite    at    4:30am    ,    a    still    slightly    drunk    harry    ignored    the    television    that    was    still    switched    on    and    the    candy    wrappers    on    the    couch    ,    assuming    it    was    him    earlier    on    ––––   until    he    opens   door    to    the    bedroom    .    eyes    widen    at    the    figure    sleeping    in    the    bed    .    at    first    male    believed    he    had    the    wrong    room    before    noticing    his    tuxedo    hanging    up    against    closet    door    .    '    uh    ,    hello    ?    '    homme    begins    ,    timbre    soft    but    bewildered    ––––    was    in    no    fit    state    to    be    angry    .    '    think    you    got    the    wrong    room    ?    '

"Are you sure you want this?"

      "  it's  not  a  threat  ,  just  the  truth  ...  i  could  make  one  phone  call  and  you'd  lose  everything  .  "

He’d known her since they were kids, yet the anticipation curling in his stomach felt absurdly new. His palms were damp as he rubbed them against his jeans, exhaling in an attempt to steady himself. It was strange, really—how someone so familiar could still leave him breathless. "Well, shit. It's good to see you!" He said, forcing a confident tone, though his pulse hammered against his ribs. He took her in—really took her in—and the realization hit him like a wave. She had changed. The years had sculpted her features, refined the way she carried herself, yet somehow, she was still so unmistakably her.

one moment she had some girls tongue down in her mouth, and the next she’s chasing her best friend down the stairs and out of the house party they had come to together. she can tell by the sinking feeling in her gut that she’s done something wrong even though she hasn’t technically. “what’s wrong?” she asks, swallowing her, sending the upset radiating off of the other. she had always had feelings for her best friend, it wasn’t until recently that she found out those feelings were reciprocated. it had always been difficult for iliana to let anyone close, the idea of trying things out with her best friend and losing one of the only people that meant anything to her was far too terrifying to risk. she thought they had agreed, but when her best friend opened the door to that bedroom and caught iliana making out with someone else - the look on their face seemed to give her the impression they weren’t in total agreement. “you ran off.” she finally adds, as if the point wasn’t obvious.

shoulders slouch as break is called on set, dropping his character almost immediately upon the cut. “great work, as usual.” offhand comment is directed at the other, an attempt to contain the buzzing sensation coursing through his veins. things had gotten strange between them since the casting, their normal platonic interactions now tinged with a newfound tension. dutch blamed the casting. being forced to act romantically beside one of his closest friends was destined to make things a little weird, right? things would have to go back to being normal soon. "we doing craft for lunch, or checking out that food truck outside this time?" there, lunch was normal. everything would be just fine.

    the's  a  large  sum  of  flowers  varying  from  roses,  tulips,  cherry  blossoms,  etc.  it  was  early  in  the  day,  and  the  sun  that  was  starting  to  rise  cast  a  bright  light  shining  into  her  window.  she  continues  to  set  up  the  flowers  until  she  hears  the  bell  alarming  her  that  someone  was  walking  in.  she  turns  to  greet  the  customer  until  to  stop  short  when  she  sees  who  it  is  coming  in.  her  eyes  wonder  from  their  face  to  their  tatted  arms  before  she  looks  back  to  them  to  offer  a  smile.  “  good  morning,  what  can  i  offer  for  you  today?  ”