I watched Inside Out today and cried like a fucking baby.
Went home and watched Rush Hour, TFIOS and Sweet Home Alabama.
Everything about that movie is fantastic. The overly dramatic accents, Josh Lucas, the turtle necks and Patrick DEMPSEY!
SUCH A GOOD MOVIE.
I'm in a good mood, so update!
He decided that he should get a head start on the work he had brought, so he pulled out his laptop and worked on the couch.
Lizzie opted to check her email and answer the ones she had been avoiding all weekend. She sat at the table behind him so she wouldn't get too distracted. She looked at the production calendar for the week and carefully read it.
"Will?" She asked.
"What's up Goose?"
"Why is your name on my list of people to interview this week?"
"What?" He looked at her. "I didn't say yes to any interviews..." He looked down at his phone, "shit."
"Shit? Who? What?"
"I guess I had responded to Nicholas?"
"He got to you?" She shook her head, "I can cancel the interview."
"Don't, it's fine goose. I look good on camera!"
"Shut the fuck up." She crumpled up scratch paper and threw it at him.
"Wow, That was so rude. I guess I don't want to get interviewed by you anymore!"
"I wouldn't even interview you. It would be your best friend Nicholas."
"You mean your best friend..."
"Is that jealousy I hear in the tone of your voice?"
"Please, me jealous of Nicholas?" He crossed his arms, "he had good hair, and a firm handshake, but that's all."
"Because you were one of Derbyshire's Most eligible bachelors and he wasnt. Don't worry stud, you have better hair and your jawline can cut through diamonds. But God, don't get me started on your grip." She sarcastically played with him.
"Thanks Goose." Will deadpanned. "Do you not want me to do the interview?"
"I only want you to if you actually want to." She told him. She crossed to him by the couch and bent over to kiss him in the lips, "I have to call Janie, I'll be back." She kissed him again.
The phone rang three times before Jane picked up the phone, "hey Lizzie, what's up?"
"Nothing much, I can't just call my sister to ask her how she's doing?"
"Well, you haven't done that much before..."
"Would you just suck it up, I just really miss my unborn nephew. How's he doing?"
"Unbelievably not born yet. My feet look like sausages and I have to pee every 5 seconds. How's it going with you?"
"You know, busy busy."
"Have you taken time out of your busy schedule to meet up with Will yet?"
"Actually yeah, we had lunch."
"That's great Lizzie. I told you it wasn't going to be so bad."
"Apparently not, he's going to do an interview down here too."
"William Darcy? On Camera to do an interview?"
"I know right?"
"I don't think the camera can capture how big his ego is!"
"Oh, trust me, it's going to be hard."
"I miss you Lizzie."
"Miss you too sis,"
"I gotta go though, Charlie is getting Dinner out."
"Good luck with that!"
"Thanks darling, I'll talk to you soon."
When Lizzie went back out to the living room, Will wasn't sitting on the couch. The sliding door out to her balcony was slightly open and she saw his shadow from outside. He was putting out the bud of the cigarette and blew out the smoke. He turned around and saw her looking at him. For most of the trip, Will had been really good about not smoking. She could smell the smoke on him, but it actually hadn't bothered her until she actually saw him smoke. It wasn't like when they were in high school and they were smoking weed. Will Darcy was smoking a tobacco cigarette. He aired himself out for a minute then came back in. He smiled at Lizzie, "hi Goose, how's Janie and little Rafa."
"Good. They're fine." She told him A bit tersely.
"What is it Lizzie?"
"You smoke."
"You know I do. Do I still smell like it? I'll go back out for a little."
"No, it's fine." she lied. It really had bothered her, but she didn't want to say anything. Will had smelled like a hint of smoke, but she knew he was cutting back while he was with her. But she also knew how addicting they were and how hard it must have been to not have a cigarette whenever he'd like.
"Elizabeth," Will called out to her. She looked up from her work, "Your nose kinda scrunches when you lie, that's your tell."
"No it's not!" Lizzie rebuttled.
"You can tell me if the smell bothers you, I'll go air out some more."
"The smell isn't what bothers me though Will." He looked worried, "I don't know, I used to think that guys that smoked were so hot."
"I distinctly remember that phase…" he smiled, "Just to clarify, that's not why I picked up this bad habit."
"It's different with you, it's a terrible habit Will."
"I've been meaning to quit. Gigi has tried so many times to get me to stop, but the stress, you know. It was alcohol or smoking, and with smoking, I'm still functionable."
"This isn't a fucking joke. I don't want to sermon you Will, I'm not the person to tell you what to do with your life or your body, but I want to see you healthy. Lung cancer is real shit, and it's fucking terrifying."
"I'll stop. I promise." He reached out to her and tried to hug her, "I'll stop." She was satisfied with his promise, she knew he would try really hard to keep it. At least the two of them weren't going to sleep angry at each other that let him wrap his arms around her and she reciprocated around his waist.
Have a good week, and stay Swaggie,
Abs