Short chapter. Only a few more left, seriously this time. XD

Chapter Twenty-seven

"Come on out." - Spike Milligan

When we get home, Addison still isn't talking to me. I don't know if I did something to piss him off but I don't really want to ask. He might attack me like he did earlier. Or I just don't really care. Most likely it's the latter.

Well, he doesn't have to talk to me, but I'm going to talk. This is my apartment. I can walk around talking to walls if I want to.

"I think that went okay. I'd probably be more comfortable if they never went out again, but they could always be friends. It'd give Lily someone besides Randall and me to terrorize..."

Addison just plays with his ell phone.

"I don't really know what Juanita thinks about Lily anyway. I think she caught Lily and me throwing water balloons at passing cars once. Lily didn't..." I sigh. The walls don't seem to care any more than Addison does.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Christ, I'm going to take the phone and whip it across the goddamn room. I turn away from the wall and glare at Addison.

"What's your problem?"

"What?" he asks. Too flippantly. Like he isn't aware that he's being a little cock.

"Is there a reason why you're ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you. I'm talking to you."

"Uh, no, I'm pretty sure you are ignoring me," I argue.

He snorts and rolls his eyes. "Whatever you say, Allie. Whatever you say."

I lift a hand, flip him off, and get ready to launch into a "don't call me Allie" speech, but the phone rings before I can manage that. Still glaring at Addison, I edge over to my phone, press it to my ear, and grunt out a greeting.

"Hello, Alejandro," Emmerich pleasantly greets.

The expression on my face - whatever it is - makes Addison raise his eyebrows and ask who it is.

"Emmerich," I snap. "We're going to have phone sexand you're not invited." I turn my back to him, ignoring Emmerich's amused snort in my ear. "So. Uh. What're you wearing?"

Emmerich clears his throat. "Am I really required to answer that?"

"No."

"Good."

Good? Why am I picturing him trussed up in leather and fishnets now?

"I was wondering if you looked through that script yet?" he asks and I sigh, glad to be rid of thoughts of him in bondage gear but not too thrilled to be thinking about the script.

"Yeah, I looked through it." Unfortunately. Damn it, Addison. Touching me and shit.

"Sowhat did you think?" He sounds like an eager little kid. If he wasn't Emmerich the feminine German, it would almost come off as endearing. I'm pretty sure he's holding his breath.

"Addison really liked it," I finally say.

"Did you?"

Did I? I thought it was corny. Almost ridiculously so. Just like any other soap opera or porn vid. "It wasn't bad," I finally say.

"Really?" There's a smile nio his voice. "So it's good if we can continue it in that way? And--"

His words suddenly stop as Addison jerks the phone away from me and holds it to the side of his face. "Em! How're you doing?" He nods his head, smiling at me and wiggling his eyebrows in a way that makes me want to hold him down and have Lily and Randall wax the fuckers off. "So I was talking to Allie and I'm thinking of this amazing idea..."

I groan as he launches into an explanation of his soap opera porn series idea. I was hoping he wasn't completely serious about all that or he'd just forget or change his mind or something.

"Alejandro?" My name brings me out of my shell of incredulous self-pity. "Why do you want to talk to him? Okay. Well, talk to you later then, Em." He holds the phone back out to me.

I yank it away. "Hello again, Emmerich."

"Tell me how you're feeling."

Confused. Annoyed. Annoyingly confused.

"Well, it's complicated."

"Complicated? How? Do you or don't you?"

"Wait. What?"

"The soap opera series idea of Addison's. Do you or don't you like it? How are you feeling about it?"

Oh... Right... The movie. Not the fact that my life is tangled mess of what-the-fuck thanks to a particular redheaded bastard.

"It could work," I finally say.

"And you don't mind being in it? Filming regularly? With Addison?"

I glance over to Addison who's watching me with an expectant look on his face like a puppy waiting for a tummy rub. But I don't really want to think of rubbing any part of him. Despite this, I find myself sighing into Emmerich's ear.

"Well, I don't know. As long as it doesn't get too weird or anything." Or any weirder than all of this already is.

"Weird?"

I shrug and turn my back on Addison once more. "You know. Weird. Like...weird." Like Addison giving me hand-jobs on a regular basis. And going on dates with me. Or ignoring me for no apparent reason.

"Well, you should think about it," Emmerich says when it becomes apparent that I need a thesaurus. "And get back to me. Because if you decide to go along with it, I'd like to maybe get you more involved with the writing and directing sine you know so much about this..."

"So I wouldn't have to fuck guys all the time?" I eagerly ask.

Addison snickers behind me. "Are you sure you're really opposed to that?"

So now he's talking to me... I roll my eyes and wait for Emmerich to stop his quiet chuckling in my ear.

"Well, no, not entirely," he finally says. "If you don't want to... I'm sure fans will want to see you with Addison, but..."

And okay. I don't really want to, but the thought of helping direct kind of sends a little thrill through me. I'd have more power and less gay sex. Win-win situation. "Well, maybe," I say after a moment. "Just... Well... Maybe."

Emmerich chuckles once more. "It'll be helpful for Helmut and I if you decide to go along with this, Alejandro, and we both would like to work more with you."

"Yeah... Yeah..." I clear my throat and try hard to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "I'll get back to you about it okay?"

After he agrees, we say our good-byes. Once I set down the phone and turn around, Addison grins at me.

"What?" I demand and he just shrugs and trounces back to the couch like the little fucking redheaded couch potato that he is. He thinks he's so cool with his little ideas and his stupid...everything. I glower at him as I sit down on the couch beside him. "Nice job," I say. "Way to make this thing go on forever."

"Job security. Get over it."

And he leaves it at that, ignoring me even when I growl about hoping he gets a serious case of herpes and no one ever wants to touch him again. They wouldn't want to kiss him anymore. They wouldn't want to taste the strawberry softness of his lips or run their hands through his auburn hair or put a hand between his legs to slowly stroke him to hardness and then bend their head and take his hard cock into their mouths.

"Are you okay?"

I jump, aware that Addison's staring at me in curiosity and I've been staring at him like an official creeper. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine..." I mumble.

He cocks his head to the side but doesn't press it. Yeah, he's clearly concerned... Or maybe he actually maybe is a little, because the way he bites his lips looks vaguely worried. I look at his lips trapped beneath his teeth and feel chills run through me. Holy shit. What the hell? Chills? Why the hell am I getting chills? It's Addison for fuck's sake and I've never even gotten the chills from looking at a woman before. This is ridiculous. This is more than ridiculous. It's...just fucking stupid.

Licking his lips, he rolls his eyes. God damn it. His tongue running over his lips... My lips touching his and he's laughing against me.

Fucking laughing against me.

What the fuck am I doing?

I lean back away from him, rubbing my hand over my lips to get rid of the feel of his. How can he be laughing right now when I want to set myself on fire? What the hell?

"You're so predictable," Addison snickers, leaning forward to press his forehead into my shoulder.

I don't want him to touch me. I want to just disappear or cry. Or cry then disappear. How could I kiss him? I must be desperately crazy.

"How am I predictable? I didn't even know I was going to...to do that," I snap, feeling sick. I'm not gay, damn it, and I would never kiss Addison if I was thinking clearly. The whole thing with Paul and Lily and Emmerich mentioning directing just as my head all fucked up.

Addison lifts his head and tosses me a smile with a quick bat of his eyelashes. "I'm irresistible. Of course you'd kiss me at some point."

I shake my head hard and move to ge up, but suddenly stop as Addison's hands cup my cheeks and he holds me in place. His lips gently touch mine and my eyelids flutter shut. The kiss is soft and sweet and I lean into him, the heat of his body soaking into mine.

When he pulls away, my heart is hammering in my chest and my skin feels on fire. Addison gives me a smile and then pats my leg before settling back against the couch and focusing on the TV once more.

And he's ignoring me again. What the hell? How can he just ignore me after that? My hands twitch at my sides, either wanting to shake him or pull him to me and...and...hit him. Yeah, hit him. I don't get it. Him. Me. This us thing that might be going on. It doesn't make sense.

I jump as Addison's hand bumps against mine. His fingers unpry mine and they line up in the spaces between my own. Holding hands...? I want to pull away. I want to break his fingers off. But instead of maybe starting another fiht, I keep my hand in his.

I guess I'm just feeling gracious today...

End chapter.

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