A Monchele Love-From The First Kiss

Chapter 2

~Cory.~

I had this weird feeling in my stomach after Lea and I kissed.

"Hey, man!" Mark says, running up to me. I'm leaning on the door of my trailer, facing the Paramount Studios car park.

I look up. "What is it?"

"What is it!" says Mark, frowning. "Why'd you rush out? It was going so well! That scene had so much passion and it was...so intense!"

"Yea, thanks," I say.

Mark places a hand roughly on my shoulder. "Are you sure you're fine?"

I nod. "Yes...yes, I'm positive."

"Alright..." Mark says, shrugging. "Well if you're fine, then can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I reply.

"D-Do you think I should ask out Naya?"

"Isn't she dating that guy from the recording studio?" I ask.

"Nope!" Mark says, smiling. "She broke up with him a few days ago."

"Oh...okay," I say, nodding. "Well, I say go for it, dude!"

"Really?"

"Yea, of course," I say. "Just not soon, wait a couple of days and try to flirt a bit more with her, so she suspects that you like her."

"Cool, thanks, man," he says.

"No problem," I say.

Mark glances behind me and frowns. "Incoming, Lea" he says, sighing. "I'll go."

"No, wait!" I say, but he's already gone.

A few moments later, Lea stands in front of me, panting.

"What the hell was that, Cory!" Lea says, hitting me hard on the arm.

"Ow!" I exclaim.

"Why did you run off like that?" Lea asks, slowly getting her breath back.

"I thought I was going to be sick." That's partly true.

"Why?"

"I don't know!" I shoot back. "I think I might go home."

"We still have two hours of shooting and we have to finish this scene," explains Lea.

"Well, I don't feel well," I answer, sharply. I uncross my arms and sigh. "I need to think about something...something important."

"What is it?" Lea says, frowning.

"I'm not sure," I reply.

"You don't know what you going to think about?" Lea says, chuckling.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, I know, but I can't tell you."

"Fine," says Lea, frowning again. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lea walks away and I make my way to my car.

~0~

When I get home, my roommates-Hamish and Jason-won't stop asking me what's wrong.

"Nothing," I reply every time. "I'm just tired."

Finally, after fifteen minutes of persuading, they buy it and I go up to my room upstairs and lie down. In five minutes, I'm asleep.

That was the first I dreamt of Lea Michele.

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-Millie xoxo