He Loves Me... She Loves Me Not

Chapter Twelve

As the office gradually cleared out at the end of the day, I remained seated at my desk, staring at my laptop screen, pondering the direction for the next screenplay in Scott's upcoming film. I couldn't help but mull over the fact that he always seemed to play the supporting role, never the central figure.
 
While I held no doubts about his acting prowess, I couldn't shake off the gnawing feeling that integrating him into my narrative would pose a formidable challenge. Nevertheless, amidst these musings, a glimmer of an idea surfaced—a notion on how to seamlessly weave elements of Scott Clinton into my script, with the invaluable collaboration of the man himself, of course.
 
One cozy Sunday afternoon, Scott and I lounged at home, brainstorming ideas for a screenplay. I noticed him quietly engrossed in his cellphone on the couch. I found myself reminiscing about the times I looked up to him, from his portrayal in a music video to his movie appearances, especially the romantic film adaptation written by my favorite author. I wondered, "Do I want to see him as an action star? Or should he continue with romantic roles?"
 
"Have you come up with an idea for the story, babe?" Scott interjected.
 
"Babe?"
 
"You've been staring at me for a while now, so I sense you haven't thought of a storyline yet. So, I came up with what we should call each other instead of using our names. It's a bit cliché, is it? But what do you think?" he teased.
 
"Uh, sure, babe?" I responded awkwardly. 
 
Scott approached me with quiet determination, striding across the room to where I sat. His gaze lingered on the pages of my untidy script, and then he enveloped me in a tight, wordless embrace. In that moment, I felt the weight of my anxieties begin to lift. Just as I was beginning to feel like all hope was lost, a sudden spark of inspiration ignited in my mind. I delved into my collection of unfinished scripts, seeking a story that would resonate with Scott's deepest passions.
 
As an unexpected fan of car racing, particularly of the last film in which Scott had starred, I saw an opportunity to breathe new life into our shared dreams. Before I could begin writing, however, I knew I needed my brother's approval.
 
The story that I wanted to tell, however, was intimately tied to my brother's story and Scott's love for car racing, and it was crucial that we had Alec's blessing. I don't want to mess this up for Scott again.
 
After a thorough discussion and understanding, Scott and I embarked on a journey to New York, where my brother, Alec, was immersed in his work. Despite his hectic schedule, I held onto the confidence that he would make time for me, especially when I'd approach him with something so close to his heart.
 
We arranged to meet at Alec's workplace, and when we arrived, Alec was waiting for us in the lobby, looking all formal and professional in his tux and shiny shoes. Passersby would have thought that Scott and I were to file a lawsuit, but that wasn't the case at all.
 
"Hey, brother. Thanks for taking the time to see us. This is Scott, by the way," I said, giving Alec a warm embrace and turning to introduce Scott to him.
 
"It's no problem, Danni. Anything for my only sister. So, Scott? I'm Alexander Clarke, but you can call me Alec. It's nice to finally meet you," Alec greeted Scott.
 
"Hi, Alec," Scott replied, reaching out his hand to my brother.
 
"Sorry, Alec, I guess I forgot to mention you to Scott. If he's not with me, people might assume we're just regular friends," I explained.
 
"We're actually adoptive siblings, Scott. That's what she means," Alec added casually with a mix of laughter.
 
"Oh, I know," Scott responded with a smile.
 
"Alright, so what brings the two of you here today?" Alec inquired.
 
We hesitated for a moment before explaining our reason for the visit.
 
I told Alec what Scott and I planned as to why we were visiting him, but he seemed hesitant to share his story. He looked at me with uncertainty and said, "It's not easy for me to open up about this, especially with my political ambitions. What if this affects my upcoming run for the next election?" he asked.
 
"I understand your concern, Alec, but we have no intention of harming you. We just want to tell your truth," I assured him.
 
"Are you sure? I'm placing a lot of trust in you, sis. This could make or break my future career," Alec pondered. "But I know you will protect mine and Dad's reputation. But speaking of Dad, have you met with him yet?"
 
I shook my head. "Nah, not yet. I intend to visit him, but I'm still busy at work."
 
"Busy or just making excuses? Is it, Scott?" Alec questioned, teasingly.
 
Scott chuckled. "We can always make time, Danni. Besides, we are already here in New York. And if it's okay to write his story with his approval, why not do him a favor?"
 
"Scott is right, sis. You should listen to him as often. He's such a ray of sunshine, and you're probably the storm, I guess." Alec chimed in, sarcastically. "It's time for you and Dad to settle things, especially since you're here, might as well make it worth your while. Alright, you two, I'll leave you guys for now, and let's just meet at home tonight, okay?"