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I woke up early the next morning. I took a quick shower and put on a pair of jeans and a sweater before tying my hair up into a tight bun. I wanted to unpack the rest of my things so I didn't have to worry about it until I needed to repack it when I left.

I unzipped a couple of my suitcases and sighed. It seemed like I had packed a ton of clothing for only a couple months of being up here. I pulled out a couple shirts and started unfolding them so I could hang them up in the closest. "Two down," I said to myself.

I slowly finished the first suitcase and started on the next. I stopped for a quick second to grab my phone and plug it into the dock so I could play some music. The packing seemed to speed up after that. The music was giving me motivation to move around the house.

A knock at the door made me jump. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My sweater had fallen off my shoulder and had exposed the bruise that was still slowly healing. I tried adjusting my sweater as I opened the door. I gasped and quickly pulled it around me tighter trying to hide the bruise.

Norman was leaning against the doorway with a small smile on his face. "Hey," he said softly. I gave him a small smile in return. "Hey there," I said while opening the door a little more to let him in. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said as he kicked off his shoes.

I walked through the house with him hot on my heels. "No, you're not. I was just unpacking some more," I said. I gestured to the big plushy chair in my bedroom and Norman plopped down in it. "You brought a lot of shit," he said. I chuckled and gave a slight nod.

"I'm a girl, what do you expect?" I asked rhetorically. I heard the flick of a lighter and soon smelled the light hint of cigarette smoke. I turned around and cocked my eyebrow at Norman. He had gotten comfortable quite quickly. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my suitcases.

It didn't take long for me to get everything unpacked and I tucked my suitcases away in the closest. I groaned and flopped back on the bed. I had turned my music off and now it was silent in the room. "Finally, all done," I said breaking the silence between us.

I heard Norman shift and before I knew it I felt his weight sink into the bed. My breath stopped for a second. Our arms brushed against each other and I turned on my side and propped myself up on my elbow to keep my distance from him. Norman mirrored me.

"I have to ask," I said softly. Norman's eyebrow arched slightly. "What's that?" he asked me in return. "Don't you find this just a little weird?" I asked him. I watched his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked me. I ran a hand over my face.

"I mean like, we barely know each other and here we are laying on a bed together, about to shoot a movie, and I don't even know how old you are," I said while sitting up. I heard Norman let out a small laugh. "I don't get what's so funny," I said while looking down at him.

 I felt Norman's fingers run down my arm and I tensed slightly. "What do you want to know about me?" he asked. I cocked an eyebrow. "How old are you?" I asked him. Norman chuckled again. "I'll be 41 in January," he said. "How old are you?" he asked while tapping my side.

I sucked in a sharp breath and moved a few inches away from him. Norman pulled his hand back. "I just turned 30," I said. Norman nodded. "Oh yeah, that's right. We just celebrated your birthday," he said. I nodded in return. "What else do you want to know?" he asked me.

I pulled my hair down from the bun as it was starting to give me a headache. My hair fell down in wavy curls down my back. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Norman was watching my every move. "I'm not really sure," I said honestly. He cracked a small smile.

"Well that doesn't help us, now does it? How about I start?" Norman asked rhetorically but I nodded. "Norman Reedus, nice to meet you," he said while offering his hand. I giggled but slid my hand into his. He took my hand gently and kissed the back of it.

"I don't think we needed to back up that far," I said the laughter still clear in my voice. Norman shrugged. "Well I figured we could start at the beginning," he said. I rolled my eyes and nudged him playfully before quickly pulling back. I couldn't believe that I had initiated the physical contact between us.

"Fine, tell me something that no one else knows about you," I said softly. It was quiet for a second. Norman was running his fingers through his small goatee as if he was thinking before he finally spoke up. "I eat a chocolate bar almost every night before bed," he said.

My head snapped to look over at him. "You can't be serious," I said. He arched his eyebrows playfully. "And why not?" he asked me. I felt myself eyeing his body before I quickly snapped my eyes back up to his. Norman let out an airy laugh letting me know he had caught me.

I felt the blush rising to my cheeks. "That doesn't even sound healthy," I said trying to keep my eyes focused on his. They were bright and very blue. You could easily get lost in them as you were talking to him. "But it is," he said with another small laugh.

I rolled my eyes again. "Okay smart ass," I said. I noticed that Norman seemed to be shifting closer towards me. "What about you?" he asked me. I tilted my head to the side. "What about me?" I asked him in return. This time Norman rolled his eyes.

"What's something about you that people don't really know?" he asked me. It fell silent between us again. It took a lot for me to think. There wasn't anything too exciting about me. "Earth to Vi?" he asked me while waving his hand in front of my face.

My eyes snapped to his again. "Sorry, uh I really don't know," I said. Norman's eyebrows furrowed together. "Oh come on, there has to be something," he said. I pursed my lips together. "I really don't know," I said. Norman placed his hand on my knee.

My eyes trained on his hand as he rubbed his thumb over my knee. I was just now starting to notice how touchy feely he was. I swear that my eyes were burning a hole into his hand hoping that he would remove it but I could tell that he wasn't budging.

I glanced around the room and finally took notice again that we were sitting on the bed. I saw how the sheet were still crumpled from sleeping the night before. It finally clicked for me. "I can't go to bed without making it first," I finally said while running my hand over the comforter.

Norman's eyebrow arched. "What?" he asked simply. I let out a short laugh. "See, I knew it was silly," I said. Norman squeezed my knee gently. "No, it's not, explain it to me," he said. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, tossing the curls out of my face.

"I don't know. I can get out of bed and go all day without making it. But before I go to bed I have to remake it before getting in it at night. I guess I don't want the blankets to fall off of the bed at night or something," I said. Norman let out a small laugh.

"We are the exact opposites," he said. I played with a loose string on the comforter. "What do you mean?" I asked him now curious. "I can't sleep with a pillow and I have to have the sheets untucked with my feet above the blankets," he said.

It was silent for a second before I started cracking up laughing. "I'm...so...sorry," I said between fits of giggles, "I shouldn't be laughing but that is the craziest thing I've ever heard," I said. I finally decided to lay back down beside him feeling a little more comfortable.

"What else do you want to know?" he asked me. "Favorite food?" I asked him knowing that it was the most typical question you could ask someone when getting to know them. "Macaroni and cheese," he said simply. I busted into a fit of giggles again.

"What's so funny? Macaroni and cheese is the food of the gods," he said causing me to laugh some more. "Yeah....if the gods are five year olds," I said. This time Norman started laughing. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like this with someone.

I couldn't remember the last time I had actually sat around with someone, enjoyed their company, and was able to share a laugh with them before it escalated into a fight over something stupid. We let out a few more short laughs before it fell silent between us again.

Sonic Youth was playing quietly in the background so it filled the silence with a little bit of noise which made it less awkward between us. My phone started ringing through the dock. I jumped off the bed and grabbed my phone to see it was a random number calling.

"Hello?" I answered while sitting back down on the bed. "Is this Vi?" I heard a male voice on the other end. I was hesitant at first. "Who's calling?" I asked in return not revealing my identity quite yet. "My name is Mark and I'm going to be your director," he said.

I couldn't remember what our director's name was. Norman got off the bed and I felt my eyes following him. I didn't know where he was going. He came back a few seconds later and placed my script on my bed with a tiny plop. I opened the first page.

Written and Directed by: Mark Bilodeau

Now I felt better about talking to him. "This is Violet, what can I do for you?" I asked him. I heard him chuckle almost like he knew I was trying to make sure I knew who he was. "I tried to call Norman but it seems like he's not answering his phone," he said.

I glanced up at Norman and arched an eyebrow. When he mouthed "what?" to me I waved him off mouthing back that I would tell him in a second. "I'm not exactly sure why but I'm sure I can deliver a message. What's up?" I asked him in return wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"I was just calling to let you guys know that I needed you guys to get your hair done for the movie tomorrow," he said. My eyebrows drew together. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked making sure that I had heard him correctly. I heard Mark shuffling around.

"No one told you? Your hair is being changed for the movie. I'll text you the address in the morning," and just like that the line was dead. I pulled the phone away from my ear. "Well he seemed lovely," I said sarcastically. Norman moved the script out of the way before plopping back down on the bed beside me once more.

"So what was that about?" he asked me curiously. My eyes connected with his and once again I got lost in the blue ocean. Norman smiled at me. "Are you gonna tell me?" he asked. For once I felt comfortable with someone but yet I still surprised myself when I reached out and ran my hand through his hair gently. "Tomorrow, we're gonna go get rid of your dark mop, Murphy." Norman's smile grew.

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Just in case anyone forget, this story is based right after BDS 2 was released so Norman still has the "Murphy" hair style so that was the joke in the end. So Vi is opening up to Norman more and he was actually able to touch her without her freaking out. And she actually broke out of her comfort zone and touched him in return. So how do you think things are going between them? What about the playful banter while getting to know each other?

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