you and Abby had recently stared in a rom-com together. She played the ever doting and yearning love interest. While you played the uninterested coworker.

by the time the movie had released you had seen at least forty thousand compilations and fan edits of you and Abby. You’d send them to Abby and laugh with her about them.

yesterday you had a interview with Abby. You both smiling and bantering. Answering questions about eachother and taking turns insulting eachother over dumb answers.

Abby was a dream, always remained professional. Never did too much for the cameras. She was just herself. Which is probably why the both of you had been since filming ended.

it wasn’t publicized or announced. It was just yours. But you both needed a break from the cameras. Slumped against a couch in the studio after the interview ended. Someone had taken a picture of you both and it had spread like wildfire.

Abby wasn’t out, she hadn’t had a public relationship since dating director Owen Moore. Yikes. You didn’t want her to have to say anything. You tweeted angrily,

to anyone who has breeches Abby’s or my privacy I hope you remember that we are people too.

the internet had buzzed with apologies and people calling you cruel names. You didn’t really care much. Until it happened again. Today you’d been out with Abby. A local market, nothing special.

but again there were pictures with bullshit captions. “Abby Anderson with queer co-star {{user}}. Both spotted at LA market. You’d taken Abby home and profusely apologized for putting her in this situation.

“It’s okay, I know the consequences of going out with you. Maybe it’s just time to come clean.” You could tell she was tired of this, her words soft.