Jealous Prick
Ok, so this is my first story but I hope y'all like it. I don't know if it's any good but...
Summary: You're a famous actress who has been cast as Priscilla Presley in the new Elvis movie. You and your co-star Austin have been getting very close and your boyfriend Timothee is a bit jealous - ANGST
"Ok, that's a wrap for tonight. Sorry for keeping you all here so late but we made a lot of progress! Go get some rest tonight." Baz says, finally wrapping up on the days filming.
I look down at my watch, 2:23 AM, it reads. I get up from the chair located behind the camera I've been sitting in for about an hour and I start to walk over to Austin. He's chatting with Baz about his scenes for tomorrow so I stand awkwardly to the side. His eyes flick over to me and without breaking conversation with the director he holds out his left arm. I quickly bring myself next to him and he curls his arm toward himself, bringing me towards his chest and holding me in a side hug.
"So tomorrow we're probably going to film Suspicious Minds and the hospital scenes, so just come prepared for that. But you two should go get some rest it's really late." Baz says, finishing the conversation with Austin.
"Ok, thank you Baz. See you tomorrow." Austin says, then finally looking down at me.
I give Baz a sleepy smile and a small goodnight as he walks away.
"What are you doing here so late? Your scenes ended an hour ago." Austin asks me, finally releasing us from our hug.
"I wanted to wait for you to finish. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye or anything." I say to my best friend
Austin flashes a big smile. "Well how about we go grab a quick dinner? My treat."
"Yes please, I'm starving." I say, as we start walking over to the parking spots.
We talk about the day of filming until we reach Austin's car. He opens the passenger door for me and waits for me to get in. I can't help but think how sweet it is that he noticed I took an Uber to set today.
"So where to? Your choice mama." He says, entering the drivers seat.
Oh god I love it when he calls me that, "Hm I don't know. I think I'm carving burgers."
"Perfect, I was craving burgers too." He says, making me giggle.
He starts driving with the radio high, the streets empty, and we talk about everything and nothing up until he pulls into a deserted parking lot to a tiny diner.
"Trust me, these are the best burgers you'll ever eat." He says, getting out of the car to open my door for me.
"Thanks Aus, my mouth is watering just thinking about it." I say laughing, which makes Austin chuckle.
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"Thanks AB, I had fun." I say, calling him by the nickname I gave him early on in our friendship.
"Of course (y/n/n), I love going out with you." He says, stopping the car in front of my apartment building.
"See you tomorrow!" I say, getting out of the car.
"Bye (Y/N). See you tomorrow." He says, waiting for me to get inside safely before driving off.
I get in the elevator, still smiling from the fun night, and press Floor 35 to take me to me and Timothee's shared penthouse apartment. Shit, I think, I should have texted Tim. Whatever, he was probably asleep anyway. The elevator dings, pulling me out of my thoughts, as I walk over to the door. I look through my purse until I find my keys and start to open the door. I step inside and take off my shoes and place my purse down on the bench next to our door. I start to walk over to the kitchen for a glass of water when I nearly jump 30 feet into the air when I see Timothee sitting on the living room couch watching The Office.
"Tim, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing up so late?" I ask, walking over to him.
Theres a few seconds of silence until he responds. "What are you doing back so late?" His tone is sassy.
I stop at the end of the couch, not knowing what to say. "Well, uh, filming ended late today and then I went to go grab some dinner." I explain.
"Well you could have texted me? I called you 3 times." He says, his voice still holds the same sass.
"Oh, I'm sorry Timmy, I didn't see them." I say, fully sincere.
"Right, cause you were with him." He says, quietly but still loud enough for me to hear.
I'm taken aback, "What?" I say in confusion.
"Oh don't even act stupid. I know you were with Austin." He says, saying Austin in a disgusted tone.
"I know I was with Austin. But how is that a problem?" I say, not understanding the situation.
"You're always with him (Y/N)!" He says standing up abruptly. "Its always about him! Austin this, Austin that, Austin everything you can't even send me a fucking text telling me where you are!"H is voice rises to an almost yell.
I'm completely shocked at the situation. "Are you kidding me right now Timothee? What are you going on about?"
"Don't start with that. All you do is be with him, I barley see you anymore."
"Tim, that's because of filming, not because of him. You know that." I say, walking over to him.
He takes a step away from me. "I don't know what I know anymore (Y/N). The way you look at each other. And I've seen you filming, the way you kiss each other.."
"Oh my lord Timothee you are not starting with that. You of all people should know what fucking acting is! It's for a fucking movie! Why are you being so jealous right now? I've never said anything about any of your girl friends, so why is Austin a problem." I say, practically yelling at him.
"Because this is different (Y/N)! I see it in your eyes! He looks at you like your his, but you're not!" He yells back.
"Oh right, that's my bad. I forgot I'm your goddamn property!"
"No, (Y/N), it's not like that! The nicknames you have for each other, how touchy you are with each other, it's not fucking normal!"
"He's my friend! Friend, Timothee! What is wrong with you?"
"You don't understand (Y/N)! At least my girl friends and I understand normal fucking boundaries!" He yells.
I stay silent for a few seconds, taking in the situation.
"You know what? I'm done with this conversation, we can finish it when you grow the fuck up." I leave the living room, leaving Timothee standing there.
I go into Tim and I's shared bedroom and grab a pair of pajamas and I start to walk over to one of the guest rooms we have.
"Wait, (Y/N), please. Please, I'm sorry." He says, stopping me on my way to the room.
"Please move Timothee. I can't do this right now."
He stands there, visibly hurt, but quickly moves out of the way.
I walk into the room, close the door, and immediately break down crying. I stay there, on the ground, for what feels like centuries until I force myself to change and get into the bed. I lay there, crying, thinking about the argument. I hug my pillow closer and fall asleep to the sound of my own sobs. I hear the turning of a door knob and a quiet shuffling into the room. Suddenly I feel a warm body and a fluffy head of curls wrap me into a hug.
"I'm so, so sorry (Y/N). I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry." Timmy says, his voice sore from crying.
I pull myself closer to him, hugging him tighter. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby. This is my fault, I am so sorry." I say kissing the top of his head.
"It's not your fault angel. I'm sorry for being a jealous prick." He says burying his head further into my chest.
"You're not a jealous prick Tim," I say with a light giggle. "I love you. And I love Austin, just in a different way ok? Remember that."
"I will baby, I will." He says, kissing me sweetly.
And that's how we fall asleep, wrapped in each others arms, with nothing but each other on our minds.