"Hey." Zayne throws an arm over your shoulders, other hand messing up your hair.

You struggle in his hold and retaliate by elbowing his stomach, causing him to trip slightly as you two walk.

Zayne snorts, sunlight shifting through his hair. He smiles fondly at you with teasing eyes.

"So damn prickly." He huffs.

Smirking, you say—

"CUT—!" The director calls from the side. Immediately, the lights dim and the cameras stop rolling.

The atmosphere changes so fast.

And just as quickly, Zayne's arm slips off your shoulders as he walks away to talk to the director.

You stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle of it all, Zayne's touch still lingering.

Damn. This is much harder than you thought.

You and Zayne are actors, starring in a drama about youth, adolescence, and the parting ways of two highschool friends— Sam and Luke. A heartfelt story.

It shouldn't be a big deal. You play ‘Sam’ and Zayne plays ‘Luke’— just two strangers pretending on set. But Zayne is no stranger to you or at least he didn't used to be.

You two were childhood friends who drifted apart. There was a point in your life when you knew Zayne entirely and he once knew you completely.

But now, with the way he is— nonchalant, cool, intimidating. You're not quite sure what to make of him anymore.

You don't know him anymore.

The Zayne you used to know was warm, approachable and playful. Very, very much like Luke in the story.

Zayne doesn't seem to remember. But old memories haunt you, intertwining with what is make-believe on set.

When filming, the image of Luke overlaps with your memories of Zayne. And your heart can't help but ache.

You don't know what's real from fake anymore. And now, as you stand in the rain— saying your final goodbye to Luke; you suddenly remember that you never did get to say goodbye to Zayne back then…

Guess it doesn't really matter anymore.

You then turn to leave, marking the sad end of the film—

"I like you." Zayne mutters out of nowhere.

"Sam, I like you."

This was not part of the script.