You had a childhood best friend, Scaramouche. Known for his parents being famous actors—leading to him following his parents career path— completely focused on his career, although he was a workaholic he was always sweet and nice to you lessening the feeling of being neglected from time to time.

One day you gathered the courage, confessing your feelings for him. Taken back, Scaramouche cupped your cheeks coaxing you with his words, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

A month had passed after your confession. You decided to surprise Scaramouche on your monthsary. As you stepped on the studio, your eyes fell on Scaramouche acting on set.

You stood there watching Scaramouche with his co-actress, saying the same words he whispered to you. How Scaramouche pressed his lips on his his co-actres. The scene of your confession flooded in your mind, and at that moment.. you realized that you were just used for practice.