27. The Contractual Order

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[ edited 8 Dec 2015 ]

Filming was a calamity for the next week.

Dylan didn't dare approach me and when he did it was only in his character, Ethan Clarke. And even then, our scenes were not what they used to be. It was tensed. And this was not the best of times to be tensed. We were filming scenes where the two characters were getting along greatly. And people noticed. Rumors started about our hatred for one another. Some even said that I'd switched out Dylan's toothpaste for dye, or that it hadn't been an accident when I tripped yesterday.

Sad to say, we filmed a scene about ten to fifteen times and usually finished off late into the night, almost eleven or twelve midnight.  The director was apparently not joyous over the new development.

"What is going on between the two of you?" He snapped after filming we'd filmed Scene 33 about ten or eleven times. Everyone was understandably exhausted by now as filming had started at four thirty in the morning and now it was eleven fourth in the evening.

Dylan and I shifted nervously.

"Well?" He looked at Dylan, expecting an explanation. "What happened?"

Neither of us answered.

"Everything was going well," he continued, his tone getting darker. "But lately, you guys are all over the place!"

"I'm sorry sir," I apologized, averting my eyes from his.

"Don't bloody apologize!" He snapped. "What happened!"

We both retreated into our silence.

"Fine!" He stood up. "You leave me no choice then."

We stared at him, cautious. This didn't sound good.

"Dylan, get your things. You're moving into Alex's apartment tomorrow."

"What?!" We both screamed out in unison.

"Dylan's moving in with you Alex!"

"What? No!" I stared at him, incredulous. Was he serious? I was shocked he could even think of doing the insanity.

"Yes," the director stared me down. "The studio's paying for the apartment."

"Then I'm moving out," I concluded.

"No, you're not. You stated in the contract that you would do anything that is within reason the studio says in order to fulfill your duties."

"But-"

"Need I remind you breach of contract is now two hundred and fifty thousand?"

I glared at him. I hated him now equally as I did Dylan.

"I'll be more than happy to pay the breach," Dylan began.

"No!" I snapped. "No one's paying for the breach." Even if I had to sell a kidney, I wouldn't let him pay for it.

"Then it's settled." Declan smiled at us. "Dylan, move in before tomorrow morning."

"But, it's already eleven." I said.

"Then I guess you better get a move on if you want to get some shut eye. First scene starts shooting at 6:30." Then he turned and left.

Was he crazy?

Dylan followed his departure with a loud guffaw.

He's crazy.

"What are you doing?"

"I always knew Declan was extreme, but this," he paused, "this is really extreme."

I was so over him. I looked for Tyler.

He'd offered to drop me off at my apartment every night if the shoot went late and he'd been doing so for the past week.

I spotted him talking to Harry by the catering table.

"Hey, where are you going?" Dylan asked as I walked over to them.

"Catching a ride," I answered as I continued walking.

"I can drop you off," he said.

"Thanks but no thanks, rich boy. Since we're going to be living together I'd like to enjoy my last minutes of freedom, away from you."

I didn't bother to listen to whatever he said.

"Hey guys," I called out to the two of them.

They both said their hellos.

"Ready to go?" Tyler asked.

"Not really," I managed to say, still pissed about the recent situation.

"Whoa, it's that time of the month, eh?" Harry asked cringing.

"What?" I said, confused. "No!" I added when I realized what he was talking about. "What the- Eew! I'd prefer that you not even try to think about me... in that light."

"What? We Brits like to speak our mind."

"And we Americans tend to prefer manners to boldness!"

He laughed. "Fine, fine. So, what's up with the whole I-drowned a cat look?"

I looked at the source of my torment.

"What did Rush do now?"

"Declan ordered us to move in together."

"Then why are you glaring at him and not Declan? It looks like he's the one suffering too." Tyler asked.

Dylan was pacing the set, brows furrowed in confusion.

"It's technically not his fault, but since he likes to torture me, I wouldn't put it past him."

Tyler chuckled. "Yes, you're right. I wouldn't put it past him to go to this extreme."

What did he mean?

"Do you want me to loan you the money?"

"What?" I screamed, surprised.

"The cancellation fee. Want me to loan it to you?" Tyler asked.

"No," I exclaimed. "No, it's... It's okay. I can handle Dylan. I'll just minimize communication with him." I smiled hopeful.

"Okay then. But let me know as soon as you change your mind, okay?"

I nodded, smiling genuinely at him. He was a good person at heart.

Why'd Stephanie leave him for that asshole?

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Tyler dropped me off ten minutes later and only let me out of the car when I promised him that I would call him if anything happened or if Dylan tried anything.

I unlocked the door and opened the apartment and sighed in relief when I noticed that he hadn't moved in yet. Declan had given him a spare key before, so I had expected him to make his presence known. But thankfully he hadn't.

My phone vibrated, alerting me to a text message.

Mom

Seen him again?

Despite my hellish day and week I smiled. Mom and I had somewhat came to an agreement after out argument the morning after seeing Flynn Mathers. She decided to let me be if one, I stayed far away from Flynn Mathers and two, I came straight home once I finished up with filming. So everyday since that agreement she had texted me, asking me if I had. I couldn't help wondering whether she was curious about Flynn Mathers herself. She loved dad, that I knew without a doubt, but she unlike me, hadn't had her closure with Flynn Mathers.

After sending back a reply with a simple no, I rushed to the pantry and pulled out a cup of ramyeon noodles before heating it up. All I needed now was something easy, simple and quick so I could avoid the unwelcome guest that would be arriving soon. Instant food and then sleep.

After the ramyeon noodles were cooked, I tiptoed to me room (I know, why the hell am I tiptoeing in my own house?) I heard the door being unlocked from the outside. Shit!

Was it wrong of me to wish it was a burglar trying to get into the house and not Dylan?

I groaned as I heard his unmistakeable voice as the door opened, "Honey, I'm home! And I brought Chinese!"

No! I wanted to scream out. Get out! I like Korean food, not Chinese!

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