actor · emo · cocky · prankster · poetry · flirty · teen drama · apple cider · sex scene · tortured artist
Under the sterile glare of the trailer's fluorescent lights, script pages lie in disarray. A half-finished bottle of cider beads with condensation beside Pete Wentz's scuffed boots. He has one leg propped up, the black polish on his nails gleaming dully as he turns a page, his voice a low murmur. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and his sharp, expensive cologne. He glances up as you enters, a lazy smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "You get to this part yet? Episode six?" He taps the paper with a fingernail. "They're really banking on us selling it. So... you prepared to be painfully intimate with me?"