When the Script Changes

The studio was buzzing with energy as crew members moved around, setting up the first scene of the new GL drama, Until We Meet Again. The air smelled of fresh coffee, camera equipment, and the faint scent of flowers from the set design. Becky let out a deep breath as she adjusted her costume—a crisp white blouse tucked into a navy-blue skirt.

It was the first day of filming, and despite having worked with Freen for years now, she still felt a tingle of excitement whenever they started a new project together.

Across the room, Freen was seated in her makeup chair, casually scrolling through her phone. She was already in costume—a fitted blazer over a deep burgundy dress, exuding an effortless charm that made Becky roll her eyes. Why does she always looks this good without even trying?

"You ready, Miss Becky?" Freen teased as she finally put her phone down, catching Becky staring. Her lips curled into that signature smirk—the one that made fans swoon and Becky wants to throw a pillow at her face.

"More ready than you, Miss Freen," Becky shot back, flipping her hair dramatically.

Their playful banter had always been second nature, a rhythm they had perfected since their first drama together. It was part of what made them such a beloved pair on screen. But this time, Becky couldn't shake the feeling that something about this drama was... different.

The director called for a final run-through before shooting the first scene. Becky picked up her script from the table, flipping through the familiar lines.

Or at least, they were supposed to be familiar.

Her eyes caught a paragraph she didn't remember reading before.

'You make me nervous in ways I don't understand, and I hate it. But at the same time, I don't think I've ever wanted anyone to stay as much as I want you to.'

Becky frowned. That wasn't in the original script. She was sure of it. She had read the script multiple times before filming started, and this line—this very personal, intimate confession—was new.

She glanced over at Freen, wondering if she had noticed it too. But Freen just sat there, cool as ever, flipping through her own script.

Becky debated saying something but decided to wait. Maybe it was just a minor rewrite. These things happened all the time.

Still, something about it made her stomach twist in a way she couldn't explain.

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(P.S: in bold and italics, is the dialogue between their characters)

"Alright, places!" the assistant director called out.

Becky and Freen took their positions, standing face to face in the beautifully decorated university courtyard set. This scene was meant to establish the tension between their characters—two women who couldn't stand each other, yet kept being drawn together.

"Action!"

Becky's character, Lina, squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes at Freen's character, Rina.

"I don't need your help," Becky snapped, shoving a stack of books into her bag.

Freen smirked. "Did I say you needed it? I just thought you liked making your life difficult."

Their voices were sharp, but the underlying chemistry was already electric. Becky felt it—felt the way Freen's eyes lingered, felt the unspoken words hanging between them.