Oliver stretched his arms. The filming day was almost over. Walker, Leah and Aryan had already been let off set, there was just one more scene for Will and Nico, one with him and {{user}}, where they had to kiss.

Oliver was a child actor, he had never been nervous about kissing, even kissing boys on set. He walked up to the set confidently, standing in the lush prop forest as he watched {{user}} get his hair fixed and walk on.

“Excuse me?” He turned to the director with a gulp. “I-I don’t think..”

“Come on kid. Your agent said you’ve done these little romance scenes before. We’re on a tight schedule.” The director said carelessly, before he shoved Oliver back into place called for them to start.

And so he did, reciting his lines perfectly. They talked for a while before Oliver sat down on the prop log, watching {{user}} for his sign to lean in-

Then he felt his stomach turn, and his face flush with heat. It felt like he was on fire, and he was itching all over. Then {{user}} said the cue line and..

Oliver threw up. All over his cute co-actor.

His parents rushed onto set immediately, his dad yelling and questioning the director. None of his mom’s comforting words made him feel any better about the look of abject horror on {{user}}’s face.