WiFi ➸ Tom Holland [1]

• VIII: "On Set" •

I was woken up once again by my beeping alarm clock this morning. Man, I should really change it to something else annoying.

I made it to set on time—or at least I thought I did—and thirty minutes after my arrival, Robert—yes, the Robert Downey Jr. —arrived and looks at me with a confused look.

"Why are you here so early?" He asks with a slightly confused expression. "Normally everyone arrives about an hour late."

I give him a confused expression in returns and he explains with, "Our director normally tells us to arrive at 9:30am because we're always late, so we actually arrive on time at 10:30am. Pretty smart man, to be honest."

My mouth forms into an 'o', expressing my realization.

"Ohh.. well, then, why are you here?" I ask.

"I needed to come by and pick up something." He explains. "I'm not needed 'til 5:00pm later today." He says with a fake hurt expression and adds in a few sniffles like he's fake crying.

"Oh. Well, shouldn't you have... 'People' that can do that sort of stuff for you? Ya know, picking up things?" I ask.

"Yeah, I mean, I could." He walks over to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. "But that's how I stay human."

I give him a nod and smile. He smiles back and pats my shoulder before he starts to walk down the hall. All of the sudden, he stops and turns around to face me.

"By the way, there's some breakfast food in the Staff's room. The cast is allowed to have as much as they want." He tells me, than continues to walk.

"Breakfast?" I ask myself.

I walk down the hall and look around for a 'Staff's Room' sign on a door.

I finally find it and I knock to see if anyone's in there. When nobody answers, I slowly enter and I see it. The almighty, the holy, breakfast table.

I see pancakes, sausages, hash browns, syrup, bacon, eggs—scrambled and sunny side up—and orange juice. I think I'm drooling.

I quickly walk over to the table and grab a plate. I don't want to be selfish, so I just take one small pancake, two strips of bacon, and I drizzle a little bit of syrup on top of the pancake and bacon.

I grab a fork and a napkin, and I dig in.

After about five minutes, I finish my food and I set the plate and fork in the sink, and I throw away my napkin.

I walk to the set, and I just wait. Robert already left, and nobody has arrived yet.

I get a text on my phone from the director saying once I arrive, I need to put on my outfit and the makeup artists will help me with my wig and makeup. Well, good thing the makeup artists arrived a few minutes ago, because I have no clue how to do my makeup and wig for my character.

I walk to makeup, and they put on my makeup and wig. After that, I walk to my dressing room—eek, yes, I actually have a real dressing room—and I put on my skintight, black, leather Spider-Girl suit.

After makeup, my wig, and putting on my costume, it's about twenty-nine minutes later.

I walk back to the set I was waiting at before, and I see a lot more people there. The director, executive producers, and a whole lot of other people.

I walk up to them shyly and someone walks out of the way, revealing Tom. I suddenly get really nervous and I turned around, hoping he didn't see me. But hey, with my luck, of course, he saw me. Wait, why am I nervous?