Mine

Chapter Thirty One

For the most part Andrew writes the script with a little bit of my input. I might have thought of the idea, but Andrew clearly has the experience. He writes a script that flows and makes sense, while still managing to connect with the audience and get the point across. It's suppose to be a really sad ending that will leave people wanting more. I hope my idea really works. If I get to direct it my name will be on the movie, and this could be a huge jump start for me. So everything has to be perfect. When the script is finally written Andrew goes to show his producers, while I head home. Which is just an empty hotel room.

I push open the hotel room door and I'm greeted by silence. Dirk didn't change his mind and come back. I don't know how to approach staying longer then. We're still kind of fighting, so he might not really care what I have to say. What if he doesn't want to spend the money on this. I let out a sigh and fall onto the couch. I call Dirk and after a few rings it goes to voicemail. I sigh and plug my phone into the charger before heading to the bathroom for a shower. When I'm done I call him again as I head to the bedroom.

"What?" Comes his hoarse voice. He sounds sleeply.

"We need to talk."

"Dave?"

"Yeah, didn't you check your phone?"

"No. Do you know what time it is?"

"Uh, no." I glance around looking for a clock and find one on the nightstand. "Uh eleven thirty."

"Dave, your in California."

"So?"

"So it's one thirty here!" I flinch as Dirk yells.

"S-sorry. I uh, forgot."

"Well what do you want?"

"Maybe now isn't the best time to talk about it." I can hear Dirk grinding his teeth through the phone and shivers run down my spine. "Ew, Dirk don't grind your teeth."

"You woke me up at one thirty in the morning, what do you want?"

"I want to stay the whole movie. I get to direct the last scene so I kind of need to." I can hear the shuffling of blankets as Dirk probably sits up. There's the click of a light and I can imagine Dirk sitting up in bed with his legs hanging over the edge as he runs a hand through his hair with the light by his bed on.

"You want to stay the whole movie?" His voice is soft. I hope I'm not upsetting him, or asking too much.

"Yeah. If I need to go to a cheaper hotel I'm totally fine doing that. See I wasn't planning to stay longer, but when the budget got cut I thought of a different ending to go with the changes to the adjusted to set. It's my idea so I should be directing it. Plus I'll learn so much and imagine if my name gets put on the movie. This could be a great jumpstart for me." There's nothing but silence coming from Dirks end of the phone. "Dirk?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll pay for the extra on the hotel. I'm glad everything is working out for you. I'm going to go back to sleep."

"Oh, ok. Yeah I guess your tired. Bye, I love-" The line goes dead before I finish. I set my phone on the nightstand and plug it into the charger. It seems like Dirk wasn't happy. Like he just wanted to end the conversation. I feel like he's mad at me. He should be happy for me, but then again we are kind of fighting. At least he agreed to pay the extra. I don't know what I would have done if he didn't.

I let out a sigh and pull the covers around me. I try to sleep, but I just can't. I toss and turn for a while trying to get comfortable before I end up on my back staring up at the ceiling. I miss Dirk. I want to be in his arms. I check the clock and see it's a little after midnight. So it's around two in Texas and around three in New York. I wonder if Rose is up at this hour. I know when we were teenagers she was, but now that she's working she might actually be sleeping more. I think it's worth a shot of texting her.