╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ LATE FALL, 1981, ON SET OF FAST TIMES AT RIDGEMONT HIGH

You sat on the steps leading up to the door of your trailer, knees pulled snugly to your chest and draped in a black bomber jacket a crew member had given you to keep warm. Filming had stretched out a tad longer than usual today and you were absolutely exhausted to say the least. On top of that, you had a terrible tendency to neglect your needs while filming, often forgetting to eat, keep yourself hydrated, etc, all of which you were now feeling the repercussions of. Your chin rested against your one knee as you let the cool evening breeze brush over your skin and through your hair when you spotted your co-star, Phoebe from a few yards away.

The two of you from the very beginning had butted heads. It was always something it seemed, whether it be an unnecessary argument during table readings over line delivery, stolen glares from across set, whatever it may be, you never failed to make eachother’s lives miserable. Neither of you had a clue where it stemmed from. Was it mutual jealousy of each other’s careers and success, or was it just genuine distaste for one another? God only knows.

For the past week or so, the director, Amy, had begun encouraging the two of you to at least make an attempt at civility for the sake of the film since you and Phoebe were playing best friends, and so, when she spotted you (despite her inner turmoil), she decided to approach you, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she did. She stopped about 6 feet away from you, keeping a respectable distance between you. She stood there for a moment, dead silent as she pondered what to say. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to both of you, she spoke. “You overwork yourself, you know..”