Our Reunion

Will

I have done nothing but think about meeting him again. It may sound like an exaggeration, but I haven't done much since Sunee said the script reading would be on Wednesday. My life has been about waiting for the days to pass quickly, so you can imagine how I am feeling as I look in the rearview mirror in the middle of Wednesday morning, with an hour until the cast and production meeting, and less than ten minutes away from the production building. Nervousness is what sums me up. Although I know I need to be calm, and not overreact in front of everyone, and especially him.

I fly through the lobby of the production company, the elevator taking less than two minutes to reach the tenth floor, but to me it seems like an eternity. After settling into the conference room, sitting in one of the many chairs that make up the large oval table, I watch the landscape through the window in front of me, and my thoughts fly back to the first time I saw Nate. So much has changed since then. I am snapped out of my reverie by the entrance of a few production people.

[...]

The room is packed with people. Almost the whole crew is here, production, direction, and the actors, except him. They talk on and on, laughing, and I just nod, or smile, each time someone addresses me, but suddenly the doorknob turns, and the door opens. My heart wants to burst out of my mouth, when my eyes see the person I've been waiting for so long, my desire is to go to him, to hug him, to touch his face and kiss him. He enters, greets everyone and sits down facing me, and finally his gaze falls on mine. It is seconds, but it feels like minutes. He looks at me as if he is ashamed of something, and I give him a half smile, and he gives me the same smile. My heart beats a thousand times with that smile.

There is an invisible wall that separates us, but his professionalism is above all, and the reading of the text was carried out without any hindrance, or problem. Finally, P'Tan, the director, called us before everyone left the room, informing us that he had something to tell us separately from the cast. I felt as if I was experiencing déjà-vu, but in this case it was no illusion, I really am reliving it again. I sat down next to the director, looked at Nate, who sat on the opposite side.

— So kids, you realize that this text brings some reparations, things and situations that in the series have been left out, and one of them is a hotter kiss than the ones you exchanged! - P'Tan speaks and looks at both of them.

Before I can say anything, Nate speaks up.

— But, I looked through the text, and I don't remember seeing that part...

— Because it hasn't been well defined yet, and for that I need you!

— What do you mean? — I ask.

— Very simple. I have thought about the scene, and the writers have written something, and there are two versions of the kiss scene. I'm going to send them to you, and I want you to look at them and tell me what you think, and what would be better for us to shoot!

— You want us to choose, P'? — Nate asks, and the director just shakes his head positively.

— There is another thing! I know that you are very good friends, so I don't think I need to recommend that you study the text together, since there are many scenes of a couple at the beginning, and always with that most affectionate tone and of much complicity, after all the text says that they have been together for two years!

[...]

The director's words were hammering in my head. As soon as we left the room, Nate ran into Mark, who was waiting to speak to him privately. So the solution was to wait for him by his car. It doesn't take long before I spot him. His gaze meets mine, and he starts to walk more slowly, and my heart tightens.

As soon as he gets close enough to me, I start talking.

— Nate, I want to talk to you!

— Go ahead!

— Eh... I know we have a lot of text to study, so I was wondering... If... If... — I'm afraid to finish the sentence.

Nate finishes for me.

— If you can come to my house?

— Yes!

He looks at me, then looks down, and then back up at me.

— All right, you can go! — when he answers, I have a crazy urge to scream in celebration, as if I had won a prize.

— Eh... That's great! So, when can I go?

— How about tomorrow? I mean, if you're free...

— I am free, I can! — I speak desperately, before he changes his

mind.

Nate

The time I spent away from Will, served to evaluate some things, and to realize that it is very hard to be away from him. Those were terrible days. I suffered, cried, felt an emptiness inside me, something I experienced years ago when my father left home, but this time the situation presented itself in a much larger dimension than that. Along with the accident, my life was exposed in a lying, vile way, and besides involving the guy I love, and making me wonder if I really want to share all these problems with him.

As if it wasn't enough that his mother made up that whole stupid story with Kânya, I still had to read and watch videos of people who don't know us, sharing lies and meanness, saying that they were engaged, and that he couldn't have chosen a better bride, and Will should stay away from me, because my accident happened because I was under the influence of drugs. I felt so much anger about all of this, I know that nothing is his fault, and I had decided to stay away from him for a while, I needed to recover, but I also wanted him around.

All this time away from Will, I felt like my head would explode with so much confusion of feelings. After weeks apart, looking at Will made my heart almost jump out of my body. While reading the text, I noticed his glances, and sometimes, or rather several times I looked at him, and had to control the immense desire to hug him, kiss his mouth, and smell his scent. Finding him waiting for me was wonderful, because even though he texted me for days, after a while he stopped, and this worried me, but when I saw his looks, and his determination in wanting to know if we could study the text together, and the measured way he spoke, it made me understand that he still cares about me.

[...]

The doorbell rings, I open the door, and it confuses me. Why didn't he use his key? When my gaze meets his, I feel a joy invade me. Oh, how I want to hug him! He smiles, and I reciprocate. I move away from the door to give way, and walk towards the living room, I sit on the sofa and watch him take off his shoes, my mouth gets dry, when my gaze goes through his body, his legs showing because of the shorts that aren't very tight, and that damn button shirt. Will usually wears button-down shirts, and leaves three or four of them open, and the detail is that he knows I like to see him like this, his chest a little exposed makes me a little nervous. It doesn't take long for him to walk over to me, and my heart is beating so hard by now that he might be able to hear.

— Eh... So, have you read the script yet? — I ask.

— I have, but I read very little. I wasn't in the mood to delve into the script yesterday.

— Has something happened to make you like this? — I ask, but I imagine the answer.

— Yes, I saw you yesterday, and it really shook me up. I couldn't think or sleep straight, just thinking about finding you, Nate! — he says, and looks at me intensely, I take a deep breath, and turn my gaze away, and Will continues talking. — I'm sorry if what I said upset you!

— No, that's fine! But, let's focus on D8 Fake, Thirasak and Wanchai? — I answer and pick up my textbook on the small table beside me. — So, let's start with the first scene? As I understand it, they are in a restaurant talking with some friends...

— And Ted talks about Thirasak taking care of Wanchai in the hospital, and that takes Wanchai by surprise, because he didn't know. But their problem is the lack of dialogue, just like the two of us. — he speaks, and his eyes stare intensely at me, he opens and closes his mouth, and continues. — I'm sorry, but I can't study the text with you without first telling you what I'm feeling?

— I know you're going to ask me why I pushed you away.... And I tell you that it is not your fault, I was not feeling well, the accident, that damn photo, and the videos of people talking about your fictitious relationship, and the unhappy comments about me, only hurt me more, and...

— You say no, but you're blaming me for it! - he says with watery eyes.

— Of course not! I just wanted to take a break from everything, I felt terrible and I didn't want you to see me like that. I know that everybody has the wrong view of me, they think that I am strong, that I don't get shaken by anything, but I am weak, do you understand? - I speak and the tears flow, I stand up, walk to the balcony, and before I can take another step, I feel a pair of hands grab my waist.

— Stop saying that! You are not weak, you are a human being, full of emotions like any other... I just wish you wouldn't push me away again. Let me stay by your side, Kitten?

Oh, how I missed this "Pussycat"!