Plan's POV

"Calm down, Plan," said P'New, "when I said 'intimate' scenes I didn't mean sex scenes. I just meant your kiss scenes with him. How would you ever feel comfortable doing it if you don't prepare for it? And by preparing, I mean spending time together in close contact like sharing a unit for a week or so, seeing how the other one lives on a daily basis."

"I'm not sure at all if we will progress in any way," I said, "he keeps on saying things to me to make me upset."

"The trick there is not to react," said P'New, "don't show him that you're upset. He will eventually stop. You are the older one between the two of you. Just be the better person and take the high road. Like I said, you are the older one, set him a good example."

"It will be very challenging, but I will try," I said, still feeling miserable but I was willing to follow P'New's advice.

"Thank you, Plan," said P'New, patting my shoulder, "I'll be counting on you."

I slowly made my way back to Unit 909. I was actually, literally, dragging my feet.

After I swiped my card on the door, I pushed it open and went inside.

"Well, hello again, sexy boy," this time Mean was taking some pieces of toast from the toaster oven. "Would you like a piece of toast or a piece of me?"

I ignored him. I tried hard to remember P'New's advice and gritted my teeth to stop myself from making any retort at him.

Mean's POV

I felt a bit disappointed at not getting any reaction from Plan.

I watched him as he set his luggage on his bed and took out his clothes meticulously one by one. He hung each one painstakingly inside the closet.

I wracked my brain to see what else I could say or do to get a reaction from him. I had made it my personal mission to goad him to the point of moving out of our shared unit and switch places with one of the other actors, like Saint, maybe? I knew for sure that I would get on famously with Saint.

"Cat got your tongue?" I asked when he continued to ignore me.

I was on my last piece of toast on which I had applied a generous layer of marmalade because between marmalade and strawberry preserve, I prefer the taste of marmalade on toast. 

I was starting to get impatient with his persistent silence.

After I tossed the last crumb into my mouth, I dusted my hand and sauntered leisurely toward his bed. I was hell bent on goading him into exasperation.

He had just finished hanging his last piece of clothing into his closet and had clicked his luggage shut and set it down on the floor beside his bed by the time that I reached him.

When I got close enough to whisper something in his ear, I opened my mouth to say, "This is what I like to do to my lovers, I like to render them speechless, just like you are now."

I was only halfway through my sentence when without warning, he turned and flung me onto his bed.

Don't get me wrong, I'm taller than him and stronger, I would say, but because he caught me unaware, I found myself lying flat on my back on his bed, with my arms raised helplessly above me.