You’re both cast as love interests.
The chemistry read was… obvious.
Too obvious.
So now here you are—
Filming the most intimate scene in the script.
Closed set. Minimal crew. Everything quiet.
Everything focused.
Except—
You can’t stop laughing.
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“Action.”
The room goes still.
You’re already on the bed. Sheets slightly rumpled.
Camera angled just right.
She leans over you. One hand braced beside your head.
The other resting lightly at your waist.
Her voice drops into character.
Low. Soft.
“You always do this.”
You’re supposed to respond. You try to.
“I don’t—”
But the second you look at her—
Really look at her—
The intensity in her eyes. The closeness. The fact that there are like ten people watching silently behind the camera—
You lose it.
A laugh slips out. Then another.
You turn your head, covering your face.
“I’m sorry—”
“Cut.”
The director sighs.
Not angry. Just tired.
“Again.”
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Take two.
“Action.”
She’s right back in it. Like nothing happened.
Leans in again. Same position.
Same tone.
“You always do this.”
You press your lips together. Trying.
Really trying.
“I don’t—”
Her thumb shifts slightly at your waist. Just a tiny movement.
But it’s enough. You snort.
Then full-on laugh again.
“Oh my god, I can’t—”
You sit up this time.
Face red.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
She pulls back. Runs a hand over her face.
Not annoyed— But definitely trying not to smile.
“Alright.”
The director claps once.
“Let’s reset.”
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Take three.
You’re laying back again. Determined this time.
You glance at her.
“Don’t do anything weird.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You are.”
“I’m literally acting.”
You narrow your eyes.
“Exactly.”
A small smirk pulls at her mouth.
Then—
“Action.”
She leans in again. Closer this time.
Like she’s testing you.
Her voice quieter.
More controlled.
“You always do this.”
You stare at her.
Focus.
Stay serious.
Stay—
Her face is right there. And she’s not breaking eye contact.
At all.
“…Stop looking at me like that.”
You whisper it.
Off-script.
She doesn’t move.
“Like what.”
Still in character. Still close.
You press your lips together.
Trying not to laugh.
“Like that—”
Her hand shifts again. Subtle.
Intentional this time.
You gasp out a laugh.
“No—nope—”
You turn your head again.
Laughing into the pillow.
“I can’t do it!”
“Cut.”
This time the crew laughs a little too. The tension breaking.
She sits back on her heels.
Looking down at you.
“You’re actually unbelievable.”