The Next Day

I sigh, as I give my uncle his coffee, and I give everyone else their coffee as well. This morning I had already edited the intro, given the actors their scripts, and ran around like a fool. Like a jester in an old kingdom.

Wait, I don't even have a good sense of humor.

I turn around, with my own coffee in my hands, when something behind me bumps into me, spilling my very hit coffee all over me, and making me fall on my butt.

"Ohh my goodness, I am so sorry." I look up, and Grant holds out his hand to help me up. By now, everyone is watching us. I get up on my own, force a smile, and walk away.

"Kris!" I turn around, and a couple of the editing people come up to me.

"The-uh..... The episode seems out of whack and Mr. Nutter says that its just choppy." I groan.

"Let me change, email me all the footage, and I will edit it from my office." I smile and walk off, and slip my shirt over my head, and pull out my black lace-back tank top.

"Can I come in?" A voice says, scaring me. I turn around and Grant is there, looking at me.

"I think my uncle would want you out there... You're the star of the show... Literally." He laughs.

"He was the one who sent me to check on you." I sigh. Of course.

"And you can go back saying that I am perfectly OK." I force another smile, and go to the editing equipment at the other side of my office.

"But are you?" I nod. "So now I get the silent treatment?" He asks.

"No, I'm working. Which is what you could be doing right now, besides pestering me." I say, looking at him. I have my hand on the chair, keeping myself grounded more than anything.

"Well... I guess I will leave you to work." He walks out and I sit down, and put my head in my hands. I sigh, looking around, and cross my legs on my chair, put my hair up in a messy bun, adjust my glasses, and get to work.

An hour later and a complete show, I go next door to my uncle's office, and enter his door.

"Ahh, Kris, you have come through for me again!" He exclaims, entering the CD into his computer. He watches it, and smiles.

"Now this.... This is a show!" He gets up and hugs me, and I smile and hug him back. He sends the show in, and I sigh.

I let myself out, and grab my bag and head out the door. Luckily, I brought my Chevy today, and I get in. I toss my bag in the other seat, and start it.

"Hey!" I look, and there stands Grant. He comes over, and I lean back in my seat.

"Nice truck." He says, catching his breath.

"Thanks. I got it about two years ago." I say proudly.

"Could you give me a ride home? Cause, my truck broke down yesterday." I nod and move my bag.

"Sorry, I know it smells" I say, rolling down his window.

"Nah, you're good." He says, laughing. He gets in, and we take off. He points the way, and I stop.

"Here you are." I smile.

"Wow, I think that's the first time you smiled all week. Are you feeling ok?"

"Do you need a ride tomorrow?" I say, laughing.

"Maybe. I'll let you know." He gets out and goes inside, while I pull away from the curb and drive home.

"Kris?! Can you come here for a second?!" Uncle Danny calls, sounding like he was in the kitchen.

"Yea, what's up?" I ask, siting on the counter.

"Can you cook tomorrow night?" I look at him.

"Why might I ask?"

"Were having a parry tomorrow night. Dress nice... Meaning a dress preferably." He says, looking at me.

"Do I have to?" I ask.

"Yes, you do." I groan.

"Fine! If I must. I'll cook some fancy pizza or something."

"Really? That's the best you got?" I sigh.

"Mexican Spaghetti?" He laughs.

"Sure." I nod, and go up to my floor.

My phone beeps (K- Kristina; G-Grant)

G- Hey, I'm going to need that ride

K- how'd you get this number?

G- your uncle had it on his desk.

K- really o.o

G- yep. Don't act surprised.

K- well, I mean, you got my number. From my uncle. I'm gonna kill him.

G- please don't. He doesn't even know.

K- which makes it completely better (sarcasm entered here)

G- ok, it makes me sound stalkerish

K- sound? You kinda acted like a stalker there buddy.

G- can you please just give me the ride?

K- fine.

I sigh. Sound stalkerish? The hell!

I change into my comfy pajama bottoms and long sleeve shirt and sit down in my hanging chair. I grab my laptop, and start typing.

Day 59 of living in California.

Ok, so maybe I am a jerk to the main star of The Flash but he's an actor. He could be really conceited and I don't need that. What's to say he talks about himself a lot? I don't know. But I have to at least admit to myself that he's cute. I'm going to bed. Good night.

I close my computer, and sink into my bed, closing my eyes and falling asleep.

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Ello! Yea, I'm not go in to do that anymore.

So, that's what I imagine her truck being. I will update tomorrow, so. Hopefully, I'm not just talking to myself.

Good night!

Amnesia_and_Dreams