“And this here’s my fancy schmancy trailer,” I joked, leading Erik into the space where I usually got my hair and make-up done.
“Ooooh,” he cooed, “I’m impressed.” He took a seat on the leather couch and settled in comfortably. “Yep,” he began, “I could definitely be an actor,” he nodded. I scoffed and sat on his lap.
“Mmmm, I don’t think so,” I laughed, “you can’t even pretend to like my cooking,” I reminded him.
“What?” he asked in his signature high pitched lying voice, “I love your cooking.” I burst into giggles and smacked him playfully.
“Yeah, yeah, lest we not forget the great turkey disaster of 2012,” I whimpered. He grimaced and sucked his teeth.
“Yeah,” he sighed, “its ok babe, I like take-out.”
“Y/N,” one of the producers yelled from outside. “We’re ready when you are,” he said. I quickly hopped off of Erik and pulled him to his feet.
“Come on, you can finally see me in action,” I winked, guiding him out of the trailer and on set.
The scene was set in a crappy apartment where my newlywed character and her husband, Ryan, were arguing over paying bills. They were a young couple, high school sweethearts in their very first home. Ryan was upset because his wife was making more money than he was. The wife was trying to explain that he was being unreasonable and being just married, they needed money, desperately. Bills were racking up and they were still feeling the toll of the wedding. I paced back and forth across the set and could see Erik watching intently out of the corner of my eye.
“It doesn’t matter who is making the money,” I sighed, “we just need the money.” I leaned back against the kitchen island with my arms folded across my chest.
“It is about who makes it,” Ryan retorted, “I’m supposed to be providing for you. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“You do take care of me,” I shouted. “You kill spiders, and carry me to bed from the couch, and build bookshelves, and God knows I can’t cook. I don’t need designer bags and shoes and cars, baby. I just need you,” I pleaded. Ryan walked near me and ran his calloused hands across my shoulders.
“But I want to be the man who can give you those things,” he mumbled. I shook my head and looked up at him.
“I only need you to be the man that can give me this,” I whispered, pulling his face toward mine and enveloping him in a deep, heated kiss. His hands dropped to my hips and he scooped me up, still holding me against the wall.
“And, cut!” the director yelled from across the room. “Ryan” swiftly dropped me back to my feet before high-fiving me.
“That was definitely Oscar worthy,” he joked.
“Perfect take, guys. Let’s take a break and we’ll pick up where you left off,” our director instructed. I walked over to Erik as he sat in my make-up chair.
“What’d ya think?” I questioned giddily, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Be careful of your answer if you want to be my date to any awards shows,” I teased.
“It was good,” he answered nonchalantly. I raised my eyebrows and pouted.
“Just good?” I asked.
“Very good,” he replied flatly. I tilted my head to the side, but then I realized what was causing his sour mood.
“Is someone a little jealooooous?” I sang amusedly. He half-heartedly scoffed and shook his head no, but as usual, his façade was transparent.
“Honey, there is absolutely no reason to be jealous. It’s acting, pretending. That kiss was nothing,” I explained, trying to comfort him.
“It didn’t really look like nothing,” he muttered under his breath.
“That’s just because I’m a really good actress,” I joked, trying to ease the tension. His face was still stone cold.
“Erik,” I huffed, grabbing his face in my hands. “This is my job. Sometimes, my character has to kiss other characters. That is part of my job. You don’t have to like it, but you have to accept it. I promise you, its acting. Pretend. Imagination. You are the only thing that’s real.”
He sighed and nodded slowly. “I know. It’s not that I don’t trust you or anything like that. It’s just difficult to watch your girlfriend call another man ‘baby,’ and kiss him.” I could see in his eyes a flicker of sadness.
“You’re not paying close enough attention,” I said. “I don’t kiss anyone the way I kiss you. And I don’t say baby the same way I say it to you. And there’s a very special little thing that I don’t do with anyone but you,” I smirked.
“And what would that be?” he asked, biting his lip.
“Mmmm, why don’t you go home and wait for me to show you,” I suggested. He laughed and sighed.
“Probably a good idea,” he admitted. Erik rose from the chair and planted his lips on my forehead just as the actor who played Ryan walked by.
“Whoa,” he exclaimed, “can I get a picture? I love you, man.” Erik shot him a dirty look, then smirked before unexpectedly crashing his lips onto mine and hungrily kissing me for what seemed like an eternity. He finally pulled away leaving me breathless and stumbling.
“Sure, man,” Erik finally answered, “just had to say bye to my baby first.”