"Achoo! Crap! Sorry," you sigh, reaching for something to remove the eyeliner you just ruined for the second time. The extra you're working on looks annoyed but doesn't say anything.
"Billie! There's been a schedule change and they need you to do Tom's make up now," another make up artist, Megan, tells you. "I'll take over." The extra you're working on looks relieved by this.
You collect your things and head back to the trailer. It's a Friday morning in May, and even with the warm sun on your body, you feel cold.
"You look terrible," Tom remarks from where he's lounging on the couch.
"You sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet," you mumble. "Get in the chair."
"Touchy today, aren't we? I'm not sure I want to work with you like this," he mutters, plopping down in the make up chair anyway.
You sigh but don't respond. Everything hurts. Your head, your stomach. Even your muscles are aching.
"You're hot," Tom says, grabbing your hand after you brush away a piece of his hair. You begin to blush. What did he just say? "You're burning up." His hand moves to your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Sit down." He rises from the chair and guides you to the couch.
"Tom, I'm fine. I've got to finish your make up."
"Not like this. You need to go home. We'll find someone else who can do it. You shouldn't be running around while you're sick."
Despite your protests, Tom arranges a car to bring you to your apartment, and promises that he will check in on you later.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
You look up from the book you were reading. Who could that be? You open the door and there stands Tom, holding Chinese take out and a pile of movies. He smiles.
"What are you doing here? You could get sick, and that's the last thing we need."
"I promised you dinner, and dinner we are going to have." He walks into the apartment without your invitation. You sigh and shut the door. There's no getting rid of him now. "I brought Chinese and some movies. I figure everyone loves Disney," he smiles and holds up a pile of Disney cartoons. "What do you want to watch first? This one's my favorite," he holds up The Jungle Book.
"I've never seen it."
"What?!" He takes it out of the case and strides over to the TV. "It's absolutely fantastic! How does this bloody thing work?" He's pushing buttons that even you don't know what they do. You sigh and take the movie from him, placing it in the DVD player with ease. He smiles again and brings the food over to the couch.
"Look for the bare necessities. The simple bare necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife!" Tom sings happily as the end credits roll on the screen. "Wasn't that fantastic?"
You nod. It was quite a good movie. Part of you wants to say that you hated it, just to see what his response would be, but you're too tired to do so. He looks at you and reads your face.
"Maybe I should go. You look tired."
"No! Let's watch another movie. Lilo and Stitch. I'm fine," you plead, not wanting him to leave yet. He looks at you and nods. You hop off the couch and switch DVDs before he changes his mind.
Not even five minutes into the movie you feel yourself drifting off. You want to stay awake, but sleep pulls at your consciousness. Your head falls against his shoulder and you can't help but snuggle up a little closer to his warm body. You realize what your doing and are about to pull away, but you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders. Your eyes are closed and you know that if you don't do something soon, you're going to fall asleep. You decide that you don't care, and you drift off.
Point of View Change
Tom looks down at Billie, sleeping peacefully on his side. This night hadn't quite turned out the way he had imagined it when he asked her to go to dinner with him last Monday, but it was fun. He wonders how things were going with Jason. Billie hadn't mentioned speaking to him, so he imagined they were not well. He still felt a twinge of guilt for the breakup. Why would Jason think that they were sleeping together? Sure, they were good friends, but nothing more. He decides it's time to leave. As gently as he can, he maneuvers his way out from under the sleeping woman. He kisses her forehead.
"Goodnight, love," he whispers. "Feel better soon."
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