Behind The Scenes

Chapter 7 (Part Two): She's like a one way ticket, 'cause you can't come back

"But-"

"GET OFF!" She shouted, slamming the door against the wall in the most noisy way she possibly could, and then she faced Matthew, unconscious on the bed, facing the pillow with his naked butt uncovered; sleeping like a baby.

That son of a bitch.

She wrapped the newspaper she was holding to use as a weapon and ran towards the actor to start beating him with it, like that could possibly kill him, but he didn't even turned around.

Oh no. He couldn't be dead before she could kill him.

Outraged, she held a vintage alarm clock he had on his nightstand.

"No, for the love of God!" Luke took the piece out of her hand, but the clock slipped directly to the floor, triggering the alarm, making and absurdly loud noise.

Matt jumped sitting in the bed, scared to death and swearing in seven different languages, a second before Aly hit him on the face with the newspaper.

"WHAT?" He asked, his voice in a high pitch tone but he looked completely groggy, while the actress were hitting him repeatedly.

"I HATE YOU! I. HATE. YOU!" Aly threw the newspaper on the bed, but his costar did not seem to follow her reasoning.

"What did I do?" Matt asked, with a feebly voice and a vodka breath that could knock down an elephant.

"You broke the freaking contract AGAIN!" Alyssa screamed, and then realized he had nothing covering himself. "What the hell! Can you please cover that... Penis?"

"Say cock!" Matthew looked slightly sober, then he exploded into laughing like a little kid. "Dick? Bazooka?"

When the actress gave him a hysterical scream in response, he covered his ears, cursing under his breath, and then he threw himself back to the bed.

That would be an endless battle, definitely. Knowing Crawford for years, Aly had never seen him that wasted, which only made her more and more angry. She pulled him by the hand, almost making him fall off the bed, and dragged him until the bathroom, throwing him in the bathtub without even care if he could fall and smack his head, since he totally deserved that.

"If you wanted me to shower, why you wanted me to put on clothes?" Matt asked dragging his voice and narrowing his eyes. Aly did not bother to reply. She opened the cold shower above his head, making him jump.

"FUCK!" He finally screamed. "You're a freaking bitch!"

"WHAT? Go call your mother that!" The girl shouted back, indignant, and then he squeezed his eyes, looking at her.

"Do you always look that gorgeous when you're mad?" He asked, looking dead serious, getting even closer to her.

Shit! He did look super hot right there, under the water and completely... Naked. That wasn't bad to look at.

Dammit, Alyssa, focus.

"You are blushing." He let out a crooked smile, in a way that could only be defined as maliciously-drunk, and Aly squinted.

"No, I did not!" She quickly replied, and Matthew giggled.

"That is kinda cute, too. And you look hot in that top." He proceeded, still smiling, and Aly pushed him back, making him almost slip. "Hey!"

"I'm still pissed with you and no drunken compliment will change that." She stated.

"By the way you were looking at me, I don't think that sentence is completely true." Matt replied, ironic, but without losing that feebly smile.