16.
February 22nd, 2020
Aubrey was making these ridiculously horrifying expressions, which were both confusing and funny. I’d wanted to ask her about it when she’d first started making them five minutes ago, but had to refrain myself from doing so in order to not come off as a jerk.
We’d only just begun filming after I’d returned from the lunch break a little late because of the meeting Shane and I had to attend with a potential clothing-line CEO.
When I’d stood in front of Aubrey, ready to say my lines, she’d started acting out of place, which made it hard for me to focus on the scene and the cameras.
“But you said we weren’t meant to be, that you didn’t want me, so…so why behave otherwise, huh, Ellie?” I said my line and attempted at looking heartbroken, even though on the inside, I was very much conflicted and worried.
“I…I…” Aubrey stuttered, and what happened next – it shocked every living soul around us.
Aubrey farted.
Hard.
Like, seriously HARD.
It was like a fucking war horn right before a battle.
And the smell…
God, that stench could put an entire army to sleep.Permanently.
“Oh no…” She looked so humiliated and upset. Her face and neck were flushed in embarrassment, which made me frown.
Poor thing.
“Uh…Aubrey, you alright?” I asked tentatively, almost silently, so as to not make her feel any more dejected.
She glared at me. “Alright? ALRIGHT?” She gritted her teeth and shot daggers at me. “I shit my fucking pants, Gallan! I. Pooped. My. Pants! So no, I am NOT alright!” she yelled.
Whoa…
“Sweet mother of the holy Lord, please take me now,” Ross said from behind the monitor. “Please go and take care of your…situation, Aubrey. This is very disturbing to watch only a few minutes after lunch.”
Aubrey’s manager came running to the rescue and dragged her off the set, but not before I got a glimpse of thesituationbehind her pants.
“Jesus Christ.” I placed the back of my hand over my mouth to hide a gag, and when I turned around, I found Zaira and Kenzie laughing in a corner like two sneaky conspirators.
The former’s eyes met mine when she felt me watching her, and the grin she gave me could only be named ‘Evil’.
I shook my head at Shane when he gestured me to join him, and then strode over to the girls before grabbing Zaira’s hand and pulling her inside the nearest locker room.
I shut the door and placed her against it, and then pressed my palms next to the sides her head before looking down at her. “What did you do?” I asked.
Those enticing lips of hers curved as she smirked. “Whatever are you talking about, baby?”
I stepped closer to her, and watched as she held her breath. “Spill, Zaira. Now. Tell me what you did.” I wasn’t angry, no. I was simply curious as to why she’d do something like that, because I knew for sure that it washerwho was responsible for Aubrey’s…well,situation.
Her eyes glimmered as she canted her head and gazed up at me. “Well, because you’ve deciphered me so easily, it is only fitting that I tell you everything, huh?”
And man, did she tell meeverything.
