Ch. 2
"Cut," said the director. "Let's break for lunch."
"Thank goodness," conveyed Theresa in a relieved voice loud enough for only Fox to hear.
"You know you're in love with me," responded Fox as Theresa walked past him.
Theresa stopped and turned around. "Yeah Nicholas, I can't resist you," said Theresa in a sarcastic voice.
"I'm glad you finally admit it," smirked Fox. "By the way, why do you insist on calling me Nicholas? You know that I hate that name."
"Then why would I ever want to call you Fox?" said Theresa.
"Sorry to interrupt," apologized the director, "but I need to talk to both of you." He waited until the entire crew left before he began speaking. "I need the both of you to get along. I don't like to butt into my actors' personal lives, but when it's interfering with my movie, I'm left with no other choice." Theresa and Fox listen attentively to the director, both feeling guilty for their actions. "My two leading actors are suppose to have chemistry and all I'm seeing between you too is disdain. From now on, I want you two to be civil towards one another. You will both spend all your time with one another or else I will replace both of you. Maybe I can get you two to at least be pleasant towards each other. Do I make myself clear? I don't want to be the mean guy in this, believe me, but I will do whatever is necessary to make this movie a success."
"We understand," replied both of them. Neither one dared to speak another word.
"Good. Now you can go get your lunch and eat it together in one of your dressing rooms."
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"What have I gotten myself into?" asked Theresa out loud although more to herself.
"I could be asking myself the same thing," chuckled Fox.
"Oh, I see. You find this funny don't you? Do you take some sort of sick pleasure in torturing people? Or do you only torture me?"
"Me? Torture people? Are you trying to flatter me?" Fox took a bite of his BLT sandwich.
"Get over yourself. God! Why do I even bother trying to talk to you?"
"I'm telling you, you're harboring a secret crush on me. It's about time you admit it."
"Please. Don't make me throw up my lunch." Theresa put down her turkey sandwich onto her plate. "Actually, I just lost my appetite at the thought of being in love with you."
"I knew it. You're in love with me. You finally admitted it. Maybe threw yourself in front of my car so you can meet me."
"Oh please." Theresa threw up her hands in disgust.
"You know what, I love all this bantering, but we have to act civil towards one another when anyone else is around."
"That's fine with me, but don't think I'll pretend to like you when no one else is around. I feel sorry for anyone who has ever had the displeasure of your company. Even Mother Theresa would throw an insult your way."
"Aww...now is that your way of being nice, because believe me Theresa, all these kind words won't make me fall in love with you."
"Ha," scoffed Theresa.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.
"Come in," answered Fox.
A man with a thick mustache opened the door and stuck his head in. "Theresa, you have two minutes until we film your part."
"Thanks," replied Theresa with a smile on her face. When the man left, she added, "At least I get to stay away from you for awhile," as she began walking out of her trailer.
"Don't miss me too much."
"Believe me, no one would."
"Cut," said the director. "Let's break for lunch."
"Thank goodness," conveyed Theresa in a relieved voice loud enough for only Fox to hear.
"You know you're in love with me," responded Fox as Theresa walked past him.
Theresa stopped and turned around. "Yeah Nicholas, I can't resist you," said Theresa in a sarcastic voice.
"I'm glad you finally admit it," smirked Fox. "By the way, why do you insist on calling me Nicholas? You know that I hate that name."
"Then why would I ever want to call you Fox?" said Theresa.
"Sorry to interrupt," apologized the director, "but I need to talk to both of you." He waited until the entire crew left before he began speaking. "I need the both of you to get along. I don't like to butt into my actors' personal lives, but when it's interfering with my movie, I'm left with no other choice." Theresa and Fox listen attentively to the director, both feeling guilty for their actions. "My two leading actors are suppose to have chemistry and all I'm seeing between you too is disdain. From now on, I want you two to be civil towards one another. You will both spend all your time with one another or else I will replace both of you. Maybe I can get you two to at least be pleasant towards each other. Do I make myself clear? I don't want to be the mean guy in this, believe me, but I will do whatever is necessary to make this movie a success."
"We understand," replied both of them. Neither one dared to speak another word.
"Good. Now you can go get your lunch and eat it together in one of your dressing rooms."
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"What have I gotten myself into?" asked Theresa out loud although more to herself.
"I could be asking myself the same thing," chuckled Fox.
"Oh, I see. You find this funny don't you? Do you take some sort of sick pleasure in torturing people? Or do you only torture me?"
"Me? Torture people? Are you trying to flatter me?" Fox took a bite of his BLT sandwich.
"Get over yourself. God! Why do I even bother trying to talk to you?"
"I'm telling you, you're harboring a secret crush on me. It's about time you admit it."
"Please. Don't make me throw up my lunch." Theresa put down her turkey sandwich onto her plate. "Actually, I just lost my appetite at the thought of being in love with you."
"I knew it. You're in love with me. You finally admitted it. Maybe threw yourself in front of my car so you can meet me."
"Oh please." Theresa threw up her hands in disgust.
"You know what, I love all this bantering, but we have to act civil towards one another when anyone else is around."
"That's fine with me, but don't think I'll pretend to like you when no one else is around. I feel sorry for anyone who has ever had the displeasure of your company. Even Mother Theresa would throw an insult your way."
"Aww...now is that your way of being nice, because believe me Theresa, all these kind words won't make me fall in love with you."
"Ha," scoffed Theresa.
A knock at the door interrupted their conversation.
"Come in," answered Fox.
A man with a thick mustache opened the door and stuck his head in. "Theresa, you have two minutes until we film your part."
"Thanks," replied Theresa with a smile on her face. When the man left, she added, "At least I get to stay away from you for awhile," as she began walking out of her trailer.
"Don't miss me too much."
"Believe me, no one would."