"No, no, no, listen, what if you'd do it with your hands more?" I asked, abruptly standing up after sipping from my forth cup of coffee.

It's already past midnight, but somehow me and Johnny ended up running lines, or more like me helping him get ready for tomorrow's scenes. Very energetically though, which you can expect after having couple coffees. I had no idea why, it just tasted so damn good we wanted more and more.

Consequences of devouring hideous amount of caramel coffee with extra wiped cream didn't cross my mind yet, and I was glad. I really wasn't feeling like overthinking the fact that I have to get up at 7, and that if I have one sip more I might drop dead from a heart attack and caffeine overdose. Yes, I was pretty glad my thoughts were lost in the beautiful sounds of music and Johnny's personage in general.

"El, I'm talking 'bout them all dying in the end, I can't gesticulate like the goddamn Mickey Mouse." he replied.

"Nice one," I chuckled. "Alright, from the start, come on."

Johnny began saying the line. It was the one about living without really living, then dying, and the one he was supposed to be shooting at the bar while having drinks with his students.

Maybe it sounds pretty basic, but I found what he was saying very kinda inspirational, like it hit me right in the heart. I was proud to be a part of this movie.

I stood amazed by his acting skills as he lifted his feet to place them on the chair I was previously sitting on. It's sometimes hard to define talent, but once you see that someone can change into a completely different person in a matter of seconds, you know you have it right in front of your eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked after he was done, looking up at me with doe eyes. Gosh, he's adorable.

Woah, thoughts are going too fast.

"Great, just great," I spoke with the speed of light. Not literally, of course, just fast. "Now we can do some more if you like-"

I started but then suddenly stopped, hearing what song just came up on the speakers.

Boys don't cry.

It was absolutely one of my favorite songs, and I couldn't help the urge to somehow move my body or do anything just so I could release all the energy bottling up inside.

I wish I could say I swayed my hips to the rhythm, but that's definitely something I can't do and only read about it in books.

So, I randomly danced for a split second, before realizing Johnny is also in the room, and I internally burned with shame.

Although when I turned to look at him, he didn't have this face expression of mockery or like he was about to burst out laughing. No, actually, he sat there watching with his eyes twinkling like two little stars. And it wasn't just a look. It was a look of somewhat admiration, that made my ego boost so much it broke the scale.

I think I blushed, but the flushed cheeks I had earlier from the coffee seemed to mask it perfectly.

I didn't know what was the case though, my messy hair or maybe the Spongebob pajamas that he was looking at. Either way, I'm not complaining.

"Wait, I've got an idea." I jogged the two steps that divided us, and put one hand behind my back and the other up, like sort of an invitation. I bowed a little, suddenly gaining 19th century manners. "Sir, would you like to dance with me?"

Coffee made me feel similar to alcohol, means somewhat bold and making me think I can do anything.

"I don't- I can't dance. And you know that, madam." he replied, smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, sir. Don't pull up that card on me. You can dance perfectly. Please, I insist." I continued, and he shook his head, grinning.

"Fine." he finally agreed, but then pointed his finger at me, "But only once."

He stood up, taking my left hand into his right, and sliding the other one around my waist. The song wasn't slow and neither was our little dance. It were just random moves, not really anything specific, but it was perfect to us. We spun around the small of the trailer, sometimes me or Johnny slipping or stumbling, which would cause me to laugh like a psycho, him following. God, I felt like someone was about to pull me out of this wonderful story.

One time, he made me spin around three times, which in combination with the coffee had me have such a head spin I thought I'll end up right on the floor, but I somehow made it to the couch. I sat down heavily.

I looked up once the chorus seemed to come up, seeing Johnny give a whole performance on his imaginary guitar. He looked so funny while making different face expressions, and soon I decided to join him.

It all sounded and seemed hectic and hilarious, and it was, indeed,

but I definitely couldn't deny the all-mighty caffeine energy we both had plenty of.

Johnny threw me over the guitar and I managed to catch it right in time. I proceeded to give a solo of my life while he sang the lyrics a little quieter that the actual music. He couldn't be yelling, of course, it was the middle of the goddamn night.

He offered me his hand, inviting me to come closer again.

Only one dance, huh?

I didn't think twice about abandoning my music career as I instantly forgot the guitar, taking a small step before almost flying into his arms.

He caught me with his arm around my waist and one hand on my hip, holding me firmly, though incredibly close. My position didn't help either, as both of my forearms were gently hugging his neck.

The sounds of the song slowly started to fade and we haven't moved at all. I felt his clothes touching mine and even his breath near my cheeks. I suddenly got all hot.

"It was a pleasure dancing with you, ma'am." he stated quietly, smiling and placing me steadily on the ground while removing his hand from my hip. Our faces were inches apart, noses almost touching.

"The pleasure is on both sides then, sir." I stared into his eyes, slowly untangling from him. I thought the air around us got thicker, but maybe that's just because I got a little tired from dancing.

He stayed a bit longer and we smoked a cigarette, before we both realized we have work in the morning. We said our goodbyes and he left, making me stay all alone.

How the fuck am I supposed to fall asleep now?

I didn't. At all. I might have taken a forced, 30 minute nap sometime in the morning, but I still felt like shit. I didn't drink coffee because even one look at it makes me have a gag reflex, thinking how much of it I drank last night.

I rushed a bit since I had like 30 minutes to get ready, and I actually even had to get some make-up because I couldn't go out there looking like a dementor has sucked the life out of me last night.

I got dressed and brushed my teeth, throwing a bunch of positive thoughts in my head about how I'll be happy to go to sleep after work, but I still have to live through the day.

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I carelessly threw the phone down on the cafeteria table, bringing both of my hands to the either side of my head, and pressed down on my temples. The pulsing headache hadn't stopped even after I took 2 painkillers, and I was losing my temper dangerously quickly.

I don't think it was caused by the lack of sleep that much. I mean, it's obvious, but I also got really pissed because of Alex. He promised me it will be better between us, but now it's worse than ever. I was so angry, but ready to burst in tears any minute.

"Hi, what's wrong?" I suddenly heard Johnny's voice, bringing me back to reality. Wait, what is he even doing here? It's risky for someone to see us together.

I looked up from my hands to see the room empty, which means it's probably the end of the morning break. I groaned at the thought of going back to set in this state.

"Nothing." I replied shortly, closing my eyes. I heard him pulling out a chair and felt his presence nearer. He went to rub my back, but I straightened up, and he stopped, getting the hint.

Normally, I wouldn't mind him, he's always able to cheer me up, but I was really done by now. I didn't want to seem like a bitch, refusing to let him help me, I just wanted to be alone for a little while.

I sneaked a look at him, noticing the frown on his face.

"It's Alex. Hasn't been calling me back." I sighed, leaning back on the chair.

"Hah, that's the douchebag I know-"

"For christ sake, Johnny, fuck." I barely controlled my voice from rising, causing it to shake a little. I stood up abruptly from the chair, with it making an unpleasant screeching noise.

"What? Why-" he started innocently, but I interrupted him.

"Because."

Fuck, I didn't mean snapping at him. Actually, I felt horrible, and soon I tasted the bitterness of regret. I looked at him maybe twice today, and god, he didn't deserve it.

I thought if to look back at him, but I just proceeded to walk to the exit. I had plans to sit in my trailer for a bit to calm down before I make anyone else upset.

This thought made my eyes tear up.

I wiped them dry and went outside, but felt even worse when I heard Johnny shouting from behind me.

"El, wait!"

I wasn't sure if he had followed me, but my head was too heavy to think about that, too. I stormed through the door, so hard it made them hit the wall. At least I could let some anger out.

I was about to close them, when suddenly Johnny appeared and stopped it with his forearm.

"Talk to me," he was panting softly, probably because of rushing after me.

I gave up, letting him in. My back faced him as I heard the door closing. I ran both hands through my hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm just having a really shitty day, and I let it out on you. That's it." I replied.

"But why did you do it only after I commented on Alex?" he asked. I couldn't hear any specific emotion in his voice. I, however, was a mess.

I got quiet for a moment before deciding to tell the truth. "Because, Johnny, I'm fucking.. sick, of having to choose, of you two hating each other and that I constantly hear something bad from both sides. Believe me, I don't blame you, but it's really getting on my nerves right now, and the worst thing is that I don't understand the, the- I don't know, rat race you two are boldly taking part in."

I turned around and found him looking directly at me, his mouth shut as if he had nothing to say.

"So please, please could you explain to me, why do you taunt him on every possible occasion, and the other way around? I'm sincerely fucking tired. Just answer, you do that because he has something you don't, or what? he possesses something you can't?"

He bit the inside of his cheek, proudly maintaining eye contact with me, though a few seconds later he started just staring at the floor. I could hear my heart thundering in my chest, and the air was so heavy it seemed to press both of us down.

"I'd very like to leave now, so if you haven't got the answer just let me know." I started after seeing that he wasn't interested in saying a word of the explanation.

As I expected, he shook his head no, and I proceeded to walk past him, to the door. I didn't feel like crying anymore and at least I told things that haunted my heart for god knows how long.

"Or, actually," I heard him casually saying from behind me, right before I was about to open the door.

I turned my head and felt his hand on my arm, making me face him completely. "What-"

He slammed his lips onto mine, and I got so taken aback I forgot to breathe. What the actual fuck-

He guided me to the wall behind me, then put one hand on the back of my head so I wouldn't hit it too hard. Our bodies got so close I could feel the warmth radiating from him. And passion. God, he was burning with it.

I broke away, noticing that the headache as well as most of the anger has left me, probably because of me somehow transferring it into the kiss. I stared up at him, still feeling how his lips connected with mine just a second before.

"We shouldn't," I breathed out against his lips.

"Then tell me to stop." he whispered.

I didn't think much as I grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him roughly for another kiss.

I cupped his face with both my hands as he tightly hugged my waist, pressing his body onto mine, and suddenly I felt like I couldn't control my own. I leaned some more to him and bit his lip to stop myself from letting out any moans, because, god, that would be another level of embarrassment. He smiled into the kiss.

I got suddenly so mesmerized I forgot thinking, let alone common sense. All that repeated all over in my head was: Johnny, lips, stay like this forever.

The tension that seemed to be with us from

the very beginning just broke like a soap bubble, and after all I think that my gut feeling was absolutely right.

I knew it was wrong, but I didn't want it to stop. I had no idea kisses might be as sensual as they are described in books, but you have to believe my word that I felt like on clouds or something. I was floating, and good he held me because I would definitely be too stunned to stand on my own.

He pressed his tongue against my lips, asking for permission to go further. Holy fuck, my head's spinning. No one's ever kissed me with such adoration, and never that good. And I mean it. Oh my god, that's so embarrassing. Got me all blushing and shi. I almost even trembled because of all the butterflies I felt in my lower belly.

His facial hair tickled my skin a bit, but in a way where it just made me want more and more.

Right before his tongue met mine, and just before I thought of squeezing my thighs together to relieve even a bit of the sensations, we heard three, what seemed like extremely loud knocks on the door, right next to us. I jumped slightly, abruptly tearing my lips away from his.

Only now I realized exactly what I've been doing for the past moments, and with who. Or even worse - that I've felt something I shouldn't during that time.

"Fuck, fuck." I said under my breath, and Johnny seemed to be feeling the same as I did. He took back his arms and my soul internally hurt from the lack of contact. Geez, get a grip.

I looked him in the eyes, but also couldn't not notice how pink his cheeks turned.

"Elektra? Are you there? The break ended like.. almost 10 minutes ago. What are you doing?" We heard Elsie's muffled voice. I ran a hand through my hair and wiped my mouth with the back of the other.

"Johnny, listen," I started in half-whisper. "It's a really bad timing right now. Can we not go back to this, please? It's not like I didn't like it, no, I even wish- anyway, for the sake of my current relationship and just everything else."

His face dropped a little.

"Are you okay?" I asked, but he just nodded in response.

"Right, you're right," he answered quickly, looking at the floor and scratching the back of his neck. "It's not a good time for this and- and.. I know we shouldn't, sorry." he said. "Are we all.. uhm, cool?"

"Yeah. Yes. Always." I could barely look in his eyes.

"Elektra!" Again, knocking.

"Quick, go pretend you're playing the guitar!" I said to Johnny, summoning a smile to his lips.

"What?" he chuckled.

"Just go!"

He obeyed, going to get my black acoustic guitar. He sat on the couch and played a few tunes, hardly keeping himself from laughing.

I quickly checked myself in the mirror by the door, trying to not look like she has just interrupted a make out session- god, no!! How did I even allow it to happen?

I opened the door to my inpatient friend, and she quickly frowned after seeing me.

"Why didn't you come to set? Is this Johnny? Jesus, they're looking for you two like crazy. What are you even doing here?"

I could feel heat coming up to my cheeks, but I somehow brushed it off.

"Sorry, we lost track of time. Is it bad?" I asked, sneaking glances at Johnny, who, thank goodness, was a brilliant actor. The confusion on his face was remarkable.

She sighed. "No. Just come on already or the director will make you suffer tortures."

Johnny put down the guitar and approached us. His cheeks were still rosy.

"Uhm, Johnny? I think you have something near your lips." Elsie said unsurely.

My eyeballs almost jumped out of my skull once I realized it's some of my lip gloss.

I had to think quickly, so I accidentally dropped my sunglasses outside the trailer, somewhere around the first step of the little stairs leading to its door. Elsie smiled and turned her back to us, proceeding to pick up the glasses. I quickly got Johnny's attention.

"Lip gloss!" I whispered as quiet as I could, and got some of it on my finger from my own lips, showing Johnny. He frowned but then immediately caught the hint and his eyes did quite the same movement as mine. It was funny, though.

He brought up the back of his hand in a blink of an eye to wipe it off. Around that time Elsie also got back to us, handing me the glasses. I thanked her and we all exited the trailer.

I sneaked a glance at Johnny walking behind us, and noticed that he giggled a bit to himself. Soon he saw me looking at him.

He winked, smiling afterwards.

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