When the Script Changes

Chapter 5: The Edge of Something Dangerous

Becky wasn't sure what she expected after last night.

Maybe she thought Freen would text her. Maybe she thought they'd finally talk about it, about whatever was happening between them.

But the silence was deafening.

Freen hadn't reached out.

And when Becky woke up that morning, staring at her phone like an idiot, she hated how much she wanted to see a message from her.

Something.

Anything.

But there was nothing.

And Becky?

Becky was tired of waiting.

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Becky walked onto set with a mission: get a reaction out of Freen.

If she wanted to pretend last night hadn't happened, then fine—Becky would just make her acknowledge it.

But Freen was unreadable.

She went through the morning like nothing was wrong, talking to the crew, joking with the director, laughing at things Becky wasn't a part of.

She didn't look at Becky.

Didn't even acknowledge her.

And it burned.

Becky clenched her jaw, throwing herself into conversations with everyone else. She smiled too much. Laughed too easily.

And when Lena showed up—tossing a casual arm around Becky's shoulder—Becky didn't push her away.

Freen saw.

Becky knew she did.

And for a second—just a split second—something flickered in her expression.

But then it was gone, masked under that same unreadable gaze.

And Becky hated it.

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"Freen, Becky, we're moving into the next scene," the director called.

Becky barely had time to react before she was being pulled into position.

The next scene was a confrontation.

A moment where their characters were supposed to be angry.

And Becky?

Becky had plenty of anger to work with.

The second the cameras rolled, Becky let it out.

"You act like you don't care," her character, Lina, snapped, stepping closer. "But I know you do."

Freen's expression flickered.

Something real bled into her performance.

"Maybe you don't know me as well as you think," Rina (Freen) said, voice tight.

Becky took another step forward. "No? Then tell me—why do you look at me like that?"

The tension on set shifted.

The lines blurred.

Becky could feel it in the way Freen's chest rose and fell a little too quickly.

She wasn't just acting anymore.

And Becky?

She wasn't acting either.

"Cut!"