Scripted | S.R x Reader

5 | How Scandalous

"We'll chat how much I get from the movie after dinner, okay?" Joshua smiled at you.

"Joshua." Jacob aggressively placed a glass down.

"This is between actual family."

You cleared your throat. "My money is my money. Josh, we'll talk later, can we just eat?"

The two men murmured under their breaths as you picked at your food silently.

"Sorry about Jacob, Y/N."

"Just drop it."

Josh stopped you. "Remember, Y/N. You and I? We're the only two who are actually related, so we gotta look out for each other. Mom and dad love those two more than us just because we're adopted, don't forget that."

You nodded. "I'll send you the money from last month tonight."

Joshua pat your back. "Love you, sis."

"Night."

"Call you later!"

You exhaled, getting into the car. "Home."

"Y/N, this is Tristan McPhale. I'm sure you've both heard of each other." Andy smiled.

You reluctantly shook your costar's hand. "Pleasure."

"I like your work."

"Mhm, yours too."

Tristan rubbed the back of his neck. "And uh my fiancée loves your line of mascara."

You nodded. "So...when are we starting the table read?" You looked at Andy.

"Oh, I figured you two could get out...maybe bond or something? I don't know." Andy looked around awkwardly. "I mean Lydia and Harrison are going to fall in love, so we need to make sure your chemistry is good."

"I think that sounds great, An." Tristan pat his back. "Y/N?"

You checked your phone. "I'm free after 7."

"Why don't we just grab some ice cream or something? Just relaxed to get to know each other."

You opened your mouth to object, but Anissa's death glare from across the room was enough to change your answer. "Sure."

"See you later, I'll send an address."

"Mhm."

Anissa linked her arm through yours. "Being nice isn't so hard, huh?"

"I hate his movies."

"And you're back to normal."

"So...you're an actor." You sipped your milkshake.

Tristan chuckled. "You've never had to do this whole cast bonding thing, huh?"

You shook your head. "Andy is determined to get authentic performances on a level far beyond other directors I've worked with."

"That's what makes him one of the best though."

You nodded. "I've never really had a romance role either, so this is new."

"Right! You're always the villain."

A snicker escaped your lips. "Sure."

"I gotta say...the first screen kiss is always awkward. Just think of it as a regular old one, and you'll be good. Everything else falls into place after that."

"A regular one...sure." Fun fact: you've never kissed another human being.

"My fiancée just loves your work, she says that she'd normally be upset I have to kiss another woman, but she likes you too much to be mad." Tristan chuckled, tossing him cup into the trash.

"Aha."

"Is that too much? Sorry."

"No, you're good." You threw your cup out. "I bet she's a nice woman."

"Maybe we can have dinner with her and your partner soon."

"I don't—" You stopped. "Maybe."

Tristan checked his watch. "Oooh, speak of the devil. I've gotta get home, we're watching SNL."

"See you for the table read."

"Bye!"

You continued down the winding waterfront path, letting the cool air hit your face.

"No...no, no, no! Shit!" Anissa ran a hand through her hair.

"Why are you in my kitchen?" You asked, walking out of your room.

"Y/N..." Anissa stood up, biting her lip.

"What? Did someone die?"

She opened her mouth to speak, giving up and sliding a laptop to you.

A large photo of you and Tristan walking from the night before with a bold headline above it.

Y/N L/N HOME-WRECKS TRISTAN MCPHALE AND FIANCÉE EMMA WANG

You grabbed the computer, reading through the article. "What the fuck?!"

"Y/N—" Anissa reached for the computer.

You slapped her hand away. "We didn't go on a romantic getaway! What?! I met him yesterday!"

"It's just tabloids, it's only one."

You grabbed the remote, switching on the TV. "Apparently not."

"In pop culture news, actress Y/N L/N was seen seducing beloved American treasure Tristan McPhale only weeks before his wedding."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You threw the remote at the couch. "I'm seducing him? First of all, I met him yesterday. Second of all, why am I being villainized when, if I were doing that, he'd be cheating!?"

Anissa reached her hand to rub your arm, which you pushed away.

"This is bullshit!"

"Y/N, calm down—"

"I can't fucking calm down, Anissa! My career is going to end because the whole internet thinks I'm breaking up a marriage!" You buried your face in your hands. "And we can't even explain because the movie details can't be released!"

Anissa inhaled sharply. "We can deny it in a press statement."

"As if they'll buy it."

"We can—where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here." You grabbed your jacket and sunglasses, heading out.

"Fuck," Anissa whispered, reading through each article.