In Denial Ch. 3
Theresa entered her dressing room to find Fox still sitting on her couch. "Excuse me."
"You're excused."
"I meant, get out of my trailer."
"I would, but Paul (the director), told me that I have to stay here from now on. I guess we'll be trailer buddies."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." Theresa began making her way to the door.
"Here." Fox held up a note.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
Theresa,
You and Fox will now be sharing a dressing room. Let's just say it
will make it easier for you two to get along in the long run.
Jack
P.S. My mind is set.
"This is great. Just great," exasperated Theresa, as she sits down on her bed. As she takes a look around her dressing room, she noticed Fox's stuff scattered all over the place. "Pick up your stuff Nicholas."
Fox cringed at being referred to that name. "I told you not to call me that. Besides, this is also my dressing room now, so I can leave it any way I want."
"Let's make a deal, if you keep this trailer organized and clean, I'll call you Fox from now on."
"You have a deal. Shall we shake on it?" Fox puts out his right hand.
"Sure. Whatever." Theresa shakes his hand, but when she felt sparks flying the minute she touched his hand, she tried to let go of it, but he held onto it. Theresa yanked her hands away. "Umm...I'm going to go over my script for the next scene."
"Do you want to run the lines together since I'm in the scene?" asked Fox sincerely.
"No, it's okay. I think I rather do it alone. Thanks though."
"Ok then," replied Fox in a hurt voice.
"I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
"Are you really that disgusted by me that you don't even want to run the lines together?" Fox tried to look indifferent. "What do you have against me?"
"I'm not disgusted by you. I just like to run my lines alone."
"Well you definitely have a vendetta against me."
"You did almost run me over."
"I can't believe you're still holding that against me. If that's the only reason you don't like me, then I don't think I want to associate with someone like you anyways."
Theresa was taken aback by Fox's reaction. She didn't think he cared what she thought of him or anyone for that matter. She wondered if there is a side of Fox that she didn't notice until now. Theresa placed her hand on top of Fox's arm. "I'm sorry Fox." Fox looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded."
"Forget it." Fox left the trailer, slamming the door behind him.
"What have you done now?" thought Theresa to herself.
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The next day
Theresa thought about how awful the scene went the previous day after their disagreement. They were barely able to get through the scene together. Paul noticed the tension between the two and warned them that he was giving them one more chance at working out their problem.
"Hey," smiled Theresa as Fox entered the dressing room.
"Hi," replied Fox. He took a sip of his coffee as he began looking at his script.
"Fox, about yesterday. I'm sorry."
"I rather not talk about it."
"Fine." Theresa gave up.
"Let's just forget about it Shorty."
"Shorty? Who are you calling Shorty?"
"You. That's what you get for being so rude to me yesterday."
"So since you gave me a horrible nickname, does that mean I'm forgiven?"
"For now. I'm not one to hold a grud-"
A knock and screaming girls shouting interrupted them. When Fox opened the door, girls started throwing themselves at him. One girl wearing a spaghetti strap shirt and short shorts flung herself towards Fox, wrapping her arms around him and began kissing him on the cheek. The other girls started to do the same.
"Get a room," said Theresa as she watching a huge smile crept on Fox's face. She walked out of the trailer in utter repulsion.
Theresa entered her dressing room to find Fox still sitting on her couch. "Excuse me."
"You're excused."
"I meant, get out of my trailer."
"I would, but Paul (the director), told me that I have to stay here from now on. I guess we'll be trailer buddies."
"Not if I have anything to do with it." Theresa began making her way to the door.
"Here." Fox held up a note.
"What is it?"
"Read it."
Theresa,
You and Fox will now be sharing a dressing room. Let's just say it
will make it easier for you two to get along in the long run.
Jack
P.S. My mind is set.
"This is great. Just great," exasperated Theresa, as she sits down on her bed. As she takes a look around her dressing room, she noticed Fox's stuff scattered all over the place. "Pick up your stuff Nicholas."
Fox cringed at being referred to that name. "I told you not to call me that. Besides, this is also my dressing room now, so I can leave it any way I want."
"Let's make a deal, if you keep this trailer organized and clean, I'll call you Fox from now on."
"You have a deal. Shall we shake on it?" Fox puts out his right hand.
"Sure. Whatever." Theresa shakes his hand, but when she felt sparks flying the minute she touched his hand, she tried to let go of it, but he held onto it. Theresa yanked her hands away. "Umm...I'm going to go over my script for the next scene."
"Do you want to run the lines together since I'm in the scene?" asked Fox sincerely.
"No, it's okay. I think I rather do it alone. Thanks though."
"Ok then," replied Fox in a hurt voice.
"I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?"
"Are you really that disgusted by me that you don't even want to run the lines together?" Fox tried to look indifferent. "What do you have against me?"
"I'm not disgusted by you. I just like to run my lines alone."
"Well you definitely have a vendetta against me."
"You did almost run me over."
"I can't believe you're still holding that against me. If that's the only reason you don't like me, then I don't think I want to associate with someone like you anyways."
Theresa was taken aback by Fox's reaction. She didn't think he cared what she thought of him or anyone for that matter. She wondered if there is a side of Fox that she didn't notice until now. Theresa placed her hand on top of Fox's arm. "I'm sorry Fox." Fox looked down at the floor. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded."
"Forget it." Fox left the trailer, slamming the door behind him.
"What have you done now?" thought Theresa to herself.
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The next day
Theresa thought about how awful the scene went the previous day after their disagreement. They were barely able to get through the scene together. Paul noticed the tension between the two and warned them that he was giving them one more chance at working out their problem.
"Hey," smiled Theresa as Fox entered the dressing room.
"Hi," replied Fox. He took a sip of his coffee as he began looking at his script.
"Fox, about yesterday. I'm sorry."
"I rather not talk about it."
"Fine." Theresa gave up.
"Let's just forget about it Shorty."
"Shorty? Who are you calling Shorty?"
"You. That's what you get for being so rude to me yesterday."
"So since you gave me a horrible nickname, does that mean I'm forgiven?"
"For now. I'm not one to hold a grud-"
A knock and screaming girls shouting interrupted them. When Fox opened the door, girls started throwing themselves at him. One girl wearing a spaghetti strap shirt and short shorts flung herself towards Fox, wrapping her arms around him and began kissing him on the cheek. The other girls started to do the same.
"Get a room," said Theresa as she watching a huge smile crept on Fox's face. She walked out of the trailer in utter repulsion.