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5. Houston

People were bustling around the set just after Peter declared a break, having finished a scene with Legolas putting the dwarves into the dungeon and talked briefly with Tauriel.

People were starting to chat or either loosened up as some drank coffee. 

Everyone but not me. That day I was still busy and there were so many things left to follow up. It was one of the hectic days for me on set, especially with CJ being not present here.

I went to the chair where I placed my bag earlier, but now the chair was gone. My eyes scanned for the brown bag, only to find that someone had moved it on top of a wardrobe behind one of the cameraman, who shamelessly took my chair and sat on it. I sighed.

I stretched my arm up, jumped and grunted several times in an effort to reach the bag. All to no avail. Shit, this was wasting my time! I grew frustrated and growled angrily. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

I heard behind me before I yelped. Orlando appeared out of nowhere, grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. I finally was able to reach the bag.

Once he set me down, I sighed. 

"Thanks. But why don't you just reach out for the bag yourself instead of doing that?" I asked, annoyed.

Orlando-- or Legolas, went still into his character and looked down at me innocently with a rather stoic face, eyeing me with curiosity.

Oh boy, here he goes again.

"Why, my lady, do you require an explanation about the method I used to assist you? You sound rather upset."

"Because you made me feel inferior! It's like when I was still a child and you're my dad. He even still doing that when I went to college! And now you," I whined. 

I was annoyed, partly because of frustration over the things I still have to do (if I made a list for it, it would've reached the floor) and partly because the memory of my dad treating me like a child came into mind.

One day he was visiting my dormitory during college and I was reaching for a box on top of a cabinet. Dad waltzed in and lifted me up for me to reach the object I desired, a thing he always did since I was five, successfully embarrassing me in front of my roommate. 'Good job, my little princess,' he would said as he grinned teasingly at me. 

Being 5'2 was never easy. Why couldn't I inherit my dad's tall gene? The universe loved me so much and blessed me with my mom's short gene.

"Tell me, my lady. Is this because of your insecurity about your height?" he questioned me with a concern, and for a moment I believed that he was being sincere.

But I knew better.

I scowled, disapproving the fact that he teased me about my height.

Legolas arched an eyebrow in a mild surprise, but kept his elven calm and collected facial expression. He took my hand gently and his icy blue eyes gazed into mine as he began to speak solemnly.

"Nay. Do not ever think lowly of yourself ever again," he said, stressing in the world 'lowly' in a pun to tease me. 

"...Even though you're a mortal, I always see you as an equal. And even though you're not as tall as any ellith, I still find myself enchanted by your beauty. You have my heart, melleth nin."

I fell silent as his eyes bore into my soul, hypnotizing me. Legolas was stroking my hand as he waited for me to respond, his blue orbs searching mine.

A chuckle was heard somewhere, and I was snapped back to reality.

Damn it. For a moment I was in Middle Earth, I swear. I even forgot that I was annoyed. Somebody should give Orlando an Oscar.

I took my hand away gently from Orlando's hand and brought it up to brush the ends of his extension blonde hair. 

"You're sort of beautiful," I said, mustering my serious expression with all my might.

Surprise swam in his eyes as he gazed down at me, and I continued speaking solemnly. "Beautiful like Barbie. What brand is your shampoo?"

"You're a buzzkill, luv," muttered Orlando in his normal British accent, breaking his character.

I managed to fake a sympathetic look at Orlando, who was frowning at me in annoyance. I stroked his chest as if to sooth his heart and nodded in fake understanding.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt your pride by calling you Barbie?" I asked softly.

Some actors and crew who was still on the set heard our banter and doubled over with laughter.

"Just shake it off, Barbie!" exclaimed Aidan at Orlando, cackling.

"Pun intended," added Eva whose face reddened because of laughter.

"We should make a sequel for Legolas after this movie. About the twist of his love story and his tangled hair!" declared Peter Jackson, drawing collective laughter from the others.

I chuckled at that and went aside to search my bag for my phone, leaving Orlando who rolled his eyes in annoyance. I dialed a number I was intended to call as I watched him being picked by the others.

Orlando was glaring at me when the others started calling him Barbie and I smirked smugly. Served him right. 

I left the set to find a quiet place as CJ picked up my call and started ranting about late shipping for camera accessories on another set. 

I left, but not before witnessing Lee slapped Orlando's butt while Martin sang Barbie Girl.

Best job ever.

***

I arrived at West Houston Airport at 08.47 pm and hailed a cab after buying Joel's favorite pizza that we used to eat together. The cabby helped me with my luggage and I hopped in.

"Hi, 610 St. Emanuel Street, please," I told the cabby my destination in excitement. I couldn't wait to surprise him.

I smiled upon seeing Joel's apartment building and rushed inside, searching for his apartment room in the fourth floor.

I giggled to myself as I insert the spare key he gave me to his apartment building, and silently entered the faintly lit room.

I put my luggage near the door and tiptoed to his room, bringing his favorite pizza in one hand. His door was slightly ajar. 

I couldn't contain my silly smile as I pushed the door.

Everything was so surreal to me. 

Joel was lying on his bed with his naked back on me and his bottom covered by his bedcover. A blonde, pretty woman was moaning beneath him as he kissed her bare neck.

In an instant my vision went blurry and I was sick to my stomach at the sight. It was as if someone had stabbed me in the gut with a knife.

I dropped the pizza box to the floor as I trembled in hot, red anger and disappointment. My heart was crushed into pieces.

Joel turned at me abruptly while the woman yelped and covered her chest. Both their eyes were widened in shock upon finding me standing at the door.

I ran away from them and grabbed my luggage with a shaky hands, slamming the door behind me, ignoring Joel who shouted my name.

I ran as fast as I could and was lucky to find a cab.

"Just go," I said with a trembling voice.

Joel was banging on the window when the cab was leaving. 

"Lynn! Open the door! Listen to me! LYNN!!"

I fixed my blurry eyes forward, refusing to look at his face.

I couldn't think of anything and I burst out crying in the cab as soon as Joel was out of the way.

Tears streaming down my face in a constant flow. The pain in my gut was eating away at me.

How could he do that to me after all these years we've been together?

"Miss," said the cabby softly, handing me a box of tissue.

I smiled through my tears to thank him and took it. I looked up at the rearview mirror and saw the old cabby looking at me with concern.

"Are you okay, miss?"

"Yes," I said sniffling. "Can you take me to the nearest hotel at the airport, please?"

I looked down the whole time I was walking in the hotel, avoiding people's stares at my puffy, red eyes as I made my way to the hotel room.

It was cold and strange and once again tears streamed down my face and I dropped to the hardwood floor, crying my eyes out.

I lost track of time and eventually succumbed to sleep, hoping that this was just a dream and tomorrow I'll wake up from this horrible, horrible nightmare.

I woke up in the morning feeling exhausted and sore all over my body, finding myself on the cold floor at the hotel room. Tears began to slid down my cheek again upon realizing that I was living this nightmare.

I plopped myself on the bed and stared at the ceiling, throwing myself a pity party.

After God knows how long, I sat and pulled out my phone, calling CJ. After a few seconds of connecting tone, he replied with his usual cheerful tone.

"Hey there, my bunny Lynn. Miss me already?" he chirped with a gimmick, bringing a small smile to my face.

"Carter," I sobbed.

***

[Author's Note: OK so I wrote this book when I was a fetus, so of it's not so great, too cheesy or crybaby, deal with it 😂 I basically just copy paste the whole thing here without doing further proofreading. I have a lot of things in my hand 😁 Feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling mistake, I'll fix it as soon as I can. And if you happen to enjoy this book, please vote and comment. I do love comments. I think I'm a comment whore 😂😂😂 Cheers, sexy reader!]

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