Three's A Crowd

Sixty Eight | Yeet Then Fall

Sebastian's POV:

What's better than sleeping in the arms of your lover? Or in my case, lovers.

Them being jet lagged was like me and Chris being drunk and just wandering about in NYC until six AM. This is the part where Chris looses because he's involved in both situations and where (y/n) wins because can still blackmail me by using that video of me and Chris being drunk 'boyfriends' in Boston. While I wasn't jet lagged like the group that arrived hours earlier, I was apart of a group that had to make sure they were well rested, as per requested by our directors. They were lucky to arrive on a day off and by tomorrow morning we would begin shooting again once everyone was energized enough, so them being well rested was a must.

At four in the morning, where almost everyone is still asleep in the Berlin studio, these two dumbasses wake up for a moment, look at the clock, discuses the hours they were sleeping and think five hours of sleep off an eleven hour flight is enough to cure jet lag.

So what do they do?

They get up and do stuff.

A sleepy, half awake Chris was like tending to a golden retriever puppy. While this version of Chris wasn't as worse as the drunk version, not that I was the one taking care of him, he was still a handful, an upside being him following me around and listening to everything you'd tell him to do, but then, the downside, wandering and not hearing him following you, just randomly popping up besides you and then always managing to fall asleep while he tries to accomplish something like eating.

(y/n), however, was almost the same, but clingier... and slightly more... untamable. While I made sure Chris didn't follow Mackie, who actually handles being jet lagged pretty well, (y/n) would be following Scarlett around, who purposely misdirects her away from me and Chris, whose ass is finally being hauled into bed and contemplating about locking him in the trailer. (y/n), of course, follows Scarlett, hand in hand, who promises her blueberry muffins. Then they come back with blueberry muffins and coffee, but only for Scarlett.

The next thing I know, I find her sleeping on practice mats next to an Iron Man helmet, which is honestly kind of surprising. I pick her up bridal style, and it's a pretty long walk back to my trailer but when we get back, the door's wide open and Chris is gone.

Mackie and Scarlett love making my life hard. When Lizzie wakes up, I'm doomed.

"Come on guys, this isn't fair." I whined, (y/n) still in my arms as I swing back around to face the duo, who were eating at one of the bench tables, new rays of sunrise peeking into the high windows of the studio and every other little opening they could slip into, casting a beautiful morning glow in the whole building. Chris comes in not a second later, carefully walking with a tray of coffee. "You... brainwashed him into being your maid?"

"Oh no, he's fine, I gave him coffee." Scarlett waved her hand, dismissing the subject. I squinted my eyes at the now redhead, and then back at Chris.

"You don't like coffee."

"Yeah, and you don't like bringing my ass back and forth to bed. Scarlett pretty much helped make your job better."

Scarlett shrugged a shoulder up and continued sipping on her coffee, walking away with Mackie who dragged a sleepy Liz behind him, leaving the three of us.