The morning had dragged on for Maya as she spent it holed up in her trailer, worrying about how Carina would react to seeing her again. It was disconcerting to know that the object of each and every one of her desires was going to walk back into her life right when she was finally comfortable with it. It had taken her a long time to come to terms with her sexuality. Her father's incessant sermons about homosexuality being a sin were hard ones to eventually learn to ignore. But, after being immersed in the much more accepting culture of Southern California for a few years, she finally admitted to herself in her junior year of college that she was, in fact, gay. Not long after that, she had met her ex-girlfriend in a small, off-campus bar. To this day, she had no idea how she ever gathered the courage to approach the brunette, but she had, and they ended up dating for two years until Jamie got her JD and accepted a position as an associate at one of the most prestigious law firms in Manhattan.
A part of her recognized the fact that it was more than a little ironic that she lost two women to the same city, while an even larger part of herself was glad that Jamie had left. Not because she did not enjoy the brunette's company—she knew that Jamie had played a big part in her finally finding herself and she would always love her for that—but because the more secure she became with herself, the more she acknowledged the fact that the woman she held in her arms every night was not the one she wanted to be holding. So it was with a few tears and a general feeling of relief that she had driven Jamie to the airport one typically sunny afternoon in June, sealing her future with a quick, chaste kiss goodbye before she drove off into the flowing traffic before Jamie had even disappeared inside the terminal.
She was not naïve enough to think that she would see Carina and that the Broadway star would just fall into her arms, confessing her undying love, but she was hoping for a second chance. A second chance to show the brunette that she was not the she-devil she pretended to be in high school. A chance to show her that she had grown and matured, and that the woman she was now was nothing like the immature, scared little girl Carina remembered. She took heart in the knowledge that Carina had agreed to play the role of her onscreen lover, if only because it meant that the brunette was comfortable with at least pretending to be gay. And a not-so-insignificant part of her hoped that, while the brunette had only dated men in the past—or so the tabloids reported—something might develop between them. The idea of Carina loving her in return was a dream to be sure, but she figured that even she was allowed dream every now and again.
Maya flipped through the quickly revised script she had been handed a couple hours before and twirled her pen in her fingers as she read lines she had already memorized, occasionally making a note in the margin or crossing out a pronoun that was missed when her costar's gender was hastily changed. Not that she would make a mistake while filming, but she liked things to be perfect. Some habits were hard to break, and the habits ingrained by Coach Bailey were the hardest to break of all.
After she had finished the last page of the script, she pushed her headphones off the back of her head so that they were hanging from her neck and looked anxiously out the window of her trailer. She was nervous about what was going to happen when Carina saw her, and her mind ran wild with dozens of questions about her. Did Carina even know that she was her costar? If carina did, and she still signed on for the project, what did that mean? If she did not know, how would she react? Would she demand Maya be fired? Would she pull one of her patented storm-outs? Would she smile sweetly and...
Yeah, that's not going to happen,Maya-my-girl, so don't even go there. She glanced at the oversized chunky steel watch on her wrist and bit her lip as her heart beat an irregular staccato in her chest.
Carina should be arriving on set any minute.
Sure enough, not even ten minutes later, there was a knock on her door. She dropped her pen onto her script that was lying open and forgotten on the table, and walked across the short expanse of her trailer, pulled it open, and arched a perfectly sculpted brow at the PA who had knocked. "What's up?"
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Electric Love || Marina
फैनफिक्शनMaya Bishop is a rising star in Hollywood and Carina Deluca has three Tonys and is looking for a change. What happens when a serendipitous twist of fate brings them together after seven years apart?
