Neighbors to Lovers inspo

This one actually happened to my best friend.  I need to give him a name because he'll come up in stories a lot.  We'll go with... Flynn.  He'd like that.  

At the time, Flynn and I were on year 8 or 9 of living together.  I think at that point we could have been common law husbands.  We still text almost daily.  Flynn is better looking than I am, but I have a higher charisma score.  Together we're quite the team.

Wren had just moved in.  She was subleasing.  Wren liked sex and so did Flynn so the outcome was inevitable.  We had one meager ask for Flynn - wait until it was Wren's last week to initiate anything.  Flynn had (has?) a habit of taking all the gunpowder that can sustain a long-term war and using it for a single climactic clinching cannon blast to seal victory for one-night-only.  Sadly, it's no way to triumph in a long-term campaign.  

You needed a submarine to go from the kitchen to the front door if you wanted to breath through the miasma of awkward that soon followed.  And one may have guessed, the rest of Wren's nest was a mess (say that three times fast) but short lived and so two consenting adults got their feelings hurt a bit but there was ultimately no harm done.  

There's a Barenaked Ladies song - "Conventioneers" - that says it all better than I can.

Anyways,  I bought him a small bust of Errol Flynn from the thrift store and he took the hint.

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The original title for this one was "Won't You Be My Reader?" which is what we call the person just off-camera or sitting next to the director.

Reading with someone is fun.  Reading with someone as your lover - mentally, it's the same as sex.  

3, 2, 1 - go!  This is Juliet.  You love her and are in love with her (well, for the next 10 minutes to an hour anyway).  Quick, tear down all your walls or you won't get hired.  Expose your nerves to the balcony but don't overdue it for the front row and whatever you do DO NOT LIE.  She loves and is in love with you too (well, for the next 10 minutes to an hour anyway) so she can hurt you.  She can ruin your day.  Her smile inoculates your shit mood and your heart breaks when the warmth of her touch fades.  She is everything.  It is not healthy - it is horribly immature and wonderfully rewarding and you weren't even alive before this.  You need her.  She can kill you.  If you lost her you'd probably.... well, that's not until Act 5 but you get it.  

And if you do it 8 times a week for 7 weeks, well.

"Show-mances" we call them when the lie forgets it's a lie. They almost never last (or at least until the next one).

The audacity of imagination, amiright?