Page 88 of Unspoken Confessions
“This,” he said as he slapped a big manila envelope on my lap. I looked down at it and didn’t even have to guess what was inside. “Is your next project.”
I blinked at him.
I was pretty sure I told him two weeks ago that I was taking a break, officially. And he was not supposed to be working.
“Just read it,” he said as he rose, picked up the yogurt container, and walked back in the direction of the kitchen. “I’m going to go out and get us some burgers.”
I shook my head but let him go.
I stared down at that envelope for a long time.
Truth be told, I was a little scared to open it.
What kind of project was it?
What was it about this role that made Jen feel the need to push it on me?
I opened it up and pulled out the script.
As I flipped it over and read the title, my whole body went rigid.
Unspoken Confessions.
I didn’t have open it to confirm that I knew the almost finished screenplay well.
I didn’t because I had been the one to write it.
And since it wasn’t finished, I had been putting off reading what I’d done since I was convinced that it wouldn’t feel right without being completely wrapped up. But maybe Jen knew just the thing I needed to get to that point. To give it the ending that would make me sigh with relief and smile.
Ever since that moment with Jameson which had sparked a new idea, I had been sneaking in every moment I could to plot, develop and write. Sometimes locking myself away for the whole day if I was able. Or staying up all night only to have Jen bitch at me about dark circles under my eyes and doing interviews looking like shit.
I guess I hadn’t been hiding the fact that I’d been up to something but I hadn’t talked about it with Jen. I suppose that made his nosy ass go snooping. And maybe I didn’t hate that he had.
So many emotions ran through me. I didn’t know what to do with any of them.
Despite knowing it by heart, I opened it up anyway. As I flipped through, it was hard not to notice how every free space of the pages had been filled up with writing. Notes and comments and even funny little jokes that had been put there for me to read. I smiled as I took in the very neat handwriting. And I laughed when I got to the last page and he’d written in big letters ‘finish it, bitch!’ I could hear Jen saying that out loud to me as I read it with the kind of sternness in his tone that I wouldn’t be able to back down from. This was so Jen and I really loved it. I was shocked that he’d found it. Even more shocked that he’d gotten it printed up without me knowing. And well, totally blown away that he’d not only taken the time to read it, but had also given me this gift of seeing it through someone else’s eyes.
So with that in mind, I started at the beginning.
