A/N: Hello snowflakes. New chapter is up and it's ready to go. BTW I'm entering a writing competition and I have no idea what to write so I'd love it if you guys could give me some ideas, that would be fantastic. Anyway…. Enjoy and review ;) 3
"All right. Is everything set?" Russell asked as he looked around the set.
"Looks like it." Marinette said as she got back into position with Alya standing behind her, ready to go.
"All right, silent on set. And… Action!" Russell called through his headset.
"You ok?" Marinette asked as her character.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm good." Dylan responded as he tried to stand up but face planted right after. Alya and Marinette laughed. A knock at the door drew the attention of Marinette as she smiled at the Alya then looked to the door. She cautiously stepped over Dylan and opened the door and was greeted by a large bouquet of flowers.
"Are you Miss Melanie Hart?" The delivery guy asked.
"Yeah. That's me." Marinette said with a genuine smile. The delivery guy handed her the flowers and tipped his hat to her. She nodded and closed the door with her foot. "Um, who are these from?" Marinette asked as she looked at the beautiful flowers. Dylan moved his head to the side so that way his voice wouldn't be muffled this time around.
"Maybe it's from a secret admirer." Dylan said.
"Sarah… Any chance you could read the card?" Marinette said as she held the vase out so Alya could grab the card.
"It says, 'Happy early birthday, honey.' Who would send a bouquet like this so early in advance? I mean, your birthday isn't for another month." Alya said as she delivered the line perfectly.
"Only one person calls me 'Honey'. It must be from my dad." Marinette said with a smile on her face as she put the vase of flowers on the table of the hallway.
"You always were dad's favorite child." Dylan said as he stood up, pulled his pants up, and buckled his belt.
"Yeah… And you were, and still are, a momma's boy." Marinette retorted as she turned around, leaned against the table, and ruffled Dylan's hair.
"Hey, take it easy. It takes a long time to look this good." Dylan said as he slapped her hand away and ran his hand through his hair, trying to smooth it out.
"Clearly not enough time." Marinette snapped back as her and Alya started laughing again.
"Cut! That was perfect guys!" Russell praised from his place in his director's chair. Dylan, Alya and Marinette high fived each other and praised each other. "All right we need to move this back to the kitchen." The crew began working on moving cameras and lighting equipment. Marinette, Alya and Dylan all stayed in the hallway because they had to enter back into the kitchen.
"All set?" Russell asked into his headset. After receiving an answer, Russell called for silence and called for action.
"Why did your dad send these to you so far ahead of time?" Alya asked as they walked into the kitchen.
"Well something you don't know is, my dad is in the army and he's currently deployed in a middle eastern country that we probably shouldn't even be at war with but he has always had a very protective nature and he's always wanted to help in some way. So after we were born, he rejoined the military." Marinette explained as she grabbed her backpack from the floor and her black drawstring bag from a chair.
"Honey, I didn't know." Alya said as she put a hand on her shoulder.
"It's ok. It's not like I wear the 'My father is 4,000 miles away fighting in a middle eastern country' t-shirt." Marinette said. She glanced at the clock and laughed. "Well it looks like you're going to miss your meeting, bud." Marinette grabbed the set of keys from the counter. However, she ended up dropping them. As they clattered to the floor, Marinette threw her hands up and walked away while Dylan just laughed. "Simply because that is just my luck." Was all Marinette said. "Where should we go from?" Marinette asked Russell as she put her bags back to where they were before.
"Let's go from…" Russell trailed off as he looked at his script. "'Looks like you're going to miss your meeting.'" Russell said as he asked principal photography to resume focus.
"You could have said that before I had to walk to put those back in their places." Marinette said sarcastically.
"Blah blah blah. That's all I hear from you. If I wanted to hear someone complain about life, I'd go home to my wife." Russell said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Russell, you aren't married." Dylan pointed out. That caused everyone to laugh.
"All right, can we get off of the topic of my social and/or private life?" Russell rolled his eyes.
"What social life?" Marinette sarcastically snapped back.
"And. ACTION!" Russell tried to save himself.
"Well, it looks like you're going to miss your meeting, bud." Marinette attempted to grab the keys again but they slid out of her hand again. Dylan laughed, rather loudly, walked over to a chair, and sat down. "That's it." Marinette walked away from the set, sat down in a corner and put her head in between her knees.
"Hey Rus. I think right now would be a good time to film something else. I think Mari is on the verge." Dylan said.
"Actually, I think we could all use a break. I can see the look on her face and she's about to murder someone. Has she eaten?" Russell asked. All Dylan did was shake his head. Russell sighed. "Poor kid."
"She's getting worse. She got checked and it's not looking good." Dylan said softly so not everyone would hear.
"Really?" Russell asked in disbelief. Dylan silently nodded.
"What's going on?" Alya asked as Nino and Adrien walked up behind her.
"Marinette's sick and she's getting worse." Dylan explained.
