"Silly little crush, it's brutal and it's tough."

"All the people out here are lethal."

"We're up and down, so on and off."

"I'm getting seasick from your love."

"I'm sick of it, can't get enough."

"I hate your guts, you make me cry, you make me blush."

"You took my shoes and tied them loose."

"I fell headfirst."

"In the morning, I'm the one to feel it."

"When you run me over with a semi-truck."

"You're the love of my life; I'm the girl you ____. What?"

"I'm a hopeless case, no self-respect."

"Kiss my skin then break my neck."

"From ghosting to obsessive stares."

"Who said being your girl was fair?"

"If the roles were reversed, I'd be a ____."

"'Cause I've had enough."

You and Dior... had a very complicated friendship - it was a mixture of situationship and friends with benefits, if that even ever existed. Or maybe it was something you made up.

You both had done... couple things before, like kiss for hours and hours - well, you get the point, it was only the heated stuff that you guys had done.

You had grown feelings during those activities, but you reminded yourself, it was just casual.

You both were celebrities, so nobody expected for you two to end in the same bed off cameras. It was a habit, an unhealthy one.

You didn't want it to just be casual - but how were you supposed to talk about it like adults without it seeming and feeling like the awkwardest thing in the world?

There were countless of negative things Dior could say - "Ew, this was just practice." or "...You're just a friend, and this is just casual."

The thought made you feel sick to your stomach and heart ache and clench tightly when you imagined it.

Those "U up?" texts made you feel like you were just getting used, but your limbs worked on their own to get up, get ready as quick as possible to just end up with your lips back on Dior's in the back seat of her car.

So, you did the only thing your dumb, little mind could - ghost her, ignore her "U up?" texts. It left Dior confused whenever she had to wait out your house with no answer, after a while she just stopped trying.

Yet, she'd see you at red carpets or premieres for any new shows or whatever. But you avoided Dior, trying to ignore her as much as you could possible.

And Leah had noticed the tension, of course because Dior ranted to her about it, so she decided to do some cabin thing for the casts, since she owned a cabin of course. It was a big cabin, but Leah was rich, so it wasn't a big surprise.

But Leah made you and Dior share a room in the same bed while the other people made.

Awkward was a very big understatement once you both entered the room. The room had been filled with silence for about the whole day.

Now, it was night, probably ten AM. Dior had been acting as if asleep in her own side of the bed while your back was facing her, and you were on your phone.

Dior mumbled something under her breath and moved closer without you noticing, her arms encircling your waist. "...Hey, princess." One of the nicknames Dior gave you as she whispered, her chin resting on your shoulder.