Hands to Myself ➰ M.D| ✓

Bullseye

"He once hit the bullseye without looking," Camille said. Maddie stopped sipping on her drink and stared at her with wide eyes.

"Your kidding, right?" she asked.

"No. While I was stitching Harry's jacket, I saw him hit the target without looking," she said, "My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Emeraude was laughing at my reaction,"

"Matt was shooting arrows in the costume room?" she asked.

"Yes Maddie, obviously we let him and the others perform dangerous stunts around us while we were working," Camille sassed, taking another sip of her drink.

"Shit, no need for the sarcasm," Maddie said.

"Harry ripped his sleeve on the set and Ed called me over to fix it during the break. Then Matt decided to be a little shit and show off his marksmanship skills," she raised her hands to mimic the way a person would shoot a bow and arrow. Camille often talked with her hands, more for emphasis then anything. Kat once told her if she wasn't an Australian girl, some people would mistake her for an Italian. Camille was in fact half Italian, on her father's side. Her mother was an Aussie.

People at the next table looked over, giggling behind their hands about the girls next to them. Little did they know this was a normal weekday conversation. It wasn't that she lacked a filter, she just had a tendency to turn it off with her friends. The closer she was to the person, the more of the God's honest version of Camille they got. Maddie was her on-set sister. They'd been best friends for the past year. They were lucky enough to work in an environment where everyone from the top to the bottom got along well, but they were by far closer to each other than to anyone else on the set of the television show.

Shadowhunters

The show had brought them together. Maddie worked as a production assistant. During the first few weeks, they'd found out that they lived only blocks away from each other back home in Los Angeles. Since then, they'd been inseparable. They liked the same movies. They laughed at the same stupid jokes. Maddie was the adorably silly little sister she'd never had. Camille thought the girl was a saint for the amazing cat-wrangling job she did getting everybody to where they needed to be on schedule each day.

And then there was Camille. It was her job to make people look badass in leather, canvas, and other costumey materials. She knew from years of experience doing costume for movies and TV shows that it was harder to make some people look more authentic than others. Fortunately, on this job, she didn't have that problem. More times than a few she had to actively work to make the costumes weren't overdone for some films and shows, for example, too much glitter and glam in a sci-fi movie could spell bad news. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it. Camille was glad to be that person.

Maddie's eyes were still wide as she shook her head, "I can't believe somebody whose favourite animal is a cow could hit the dead centre with an arrow," she said.

"My thoughts exactly," Camille said, "I swear on every bobbin I own that I've never seen anybody do that. I'm not even sure if Jennifer Lawrence can hit her target dead centre,"

"But you're attracted to that bad-ass side,"

Camille just smiled and sipped on her drink, "I'm just happy to have a job that pays well," she said.

"You mean you're happy you have a job where you get to work with Matthew," she smirked.

"Hey, I can appreciate a good-looking bloke when I see one. But Matthew and I are just friends," she replied.

"Uh-huh. And if not for Pierson, I bet you wouldn't mind being the next target for his arrow," Camille nearly choked on her drink at her words.