Page 98 of Unspoken Confessions
I shook myself out of it, sure that I was staring at him a little dreamily.
“Hummus, juice, stop at that new wine shop. Got it.” I flashed him a warm smile. “And honey mustard,” I added for good measure.
“Oh, wow…” he said like he’d just been struck with some big realization. “Oh, God. We are boring! When the fuck did we get boring?!”
My head fell back and I laughed hard.
“If this is what our life is going to be like, then I’ll take boring every single day.”
I kissed him before he could respond.
Yeah, not really sure how it happened, or if it was something that was unavoidable in the first place, but everything about it was all I ever dreamed of. It was exactly the kind of life I pictured when I thought of the person I would grow old with.
Nick
Six months later…
I had plans.
Big plans.
And I was currently beginning to get things in motion. It might have taken me a while since I was doing it on my own basically. But I was going to do it.
The screenplay had been touched up and some parts had been rewritten with Jen’s notes in mind. And I had finally given it an end that was perfect. It had been edited and put together, and was ready for the next stage of the game.
And Jen had talked me into directing my screenplay.
How he knew that was my dream? I had no clue.
I had always been good at creating the scenes in my mind when I read through a script. It was what had me giving in to the ideas that popped up in my head. I wasn’t good at describing the details and all that inner monologue, there was something missing in that connection between brain and hand. But I could get the bones of it down and I could see everything vividly in my mind as I read the conversations. What little look needed to be there to help convey the line. What kind of shot brought us into the scene. How the little shifts in a character’s movements would play a big part in the scene.
Now, with Jen and Jameson’s encouragement and support, I was going forward with the insane idea.
What I needed now was a producer and some backing.
Easy, right? Sure, if I just reached out to people that I knew. Maybe. But I didn’t want to do it that way. So I’d sent the script out under a new name. I was determined to do this the right way which I knew was stupid. Hollywood wasn’t built onthe right way. It was built on favors and connections and money. I just wanted to go about this the hard way, I guess. I think it was because it would have felt more real if I had. Like people weren’t just signing on because of who I was, they were signing on because they believed in the project. That was really fucking important to me.
“Someone’s here,” Jameson said as he pulled out his phone to check the security cameras. His brow furrowed and I wasn’t sure what was going on but it didn’t look like it was anything good. Seriously, looking at that stank face, I would have sworn a load of shit had just shown up at the front door. “Your father’s here.”
What?!
The world kind of felt like it dropped out from under me for a moment.
How the hell did he find me?
Why the fuck was he here?
I did not want to deal with him.
We hadn’t spoken since I came out. He’d tried to call me a bunch of times at first, but I made sure that it was clear I was not going to answer his calls. I even told Jen not to think about it because I was sure my father would go to him when he realized I wasn’t answering. It had been hard and crazy and mind-blowing after that post and then the premier, but I wouldn’t take it back. Things had settled down but I knew there would be bumps along the way. Which, was okay. We’d go through them together and be stronger for it.
“What do you want me to do? I don’t mind telling him to fuck off.” Jameson almost looked thrilled at the idea.
I let out a strangled laugh.
I guess it was time. It had been hanging over my head for months now, so I might as well get it over with. I had a feeling that by the time he left, we’d never be talking again.
“Let him in,” I told him.
