The A-List

Alyssa Williams

Played by: JesterOfGenocide

Thomas Crescent

Played by: BadStreetBoys

Thomas sat in the back of his stretch limo, arm draped around his wife Alyssa, the two were going to the red carpet premiere of Thomas new movie, which was set to break the opening weekend record. As the limo slowed and parked in front of the red carpet Thomas took a breath and looked at Alyssa. "Time for some fun, am I right, dear?" He said in a slight drawl, his voice sounded uninterested. Which he was, something only he, his wife, and two very close friends, knew that the couple despised each other. They were together for the money and the fame. Thomas thought maybe one day they would actually like each other, but it didn't look like it would be anytime soon. As the door was opened by their chauffeur, Thomas stepped out. Hundreds of cameras flashed on him as he kept a very collected look on his face. He offered his hand to his wife and helped her out. When she was out Thomas put his arm around her waist, and a smile on his face as he walked down the red carpet with her. Looking between both sides of the paparazzi cameras, he hated bad pictures of himself. Soon the couple entered the building. Where all the big names were. Thomas led them to his coworkers. Grinning amongst them. His favorite by far was his costar, the female lead and love interest he had in th live. Thomas kissed her cheek and introduced her to Alyssa before they announced to movie starting and everyone took their seats. As they watched the movie, Thomas was quiet, keeping his arm around his wife. When the first kiss seen came up he leaned in and said to Tessa. "I think she's a better kisser than you" before leaning back into his seat because he knew that she couldn't freak out in public. Because it could possibly ruin her career.

Thomas enjoyed pushing her buttons, and he knew she did too. The loathed each other, and the mocking was the least of their problems with each other. The worst was when they were at Thomas' estate. They lived together, and had separate bedrooms. But the estate was also miles away from the road, so no one could hear them during a screaming match. The one thing he never understood was, no matter what a fight was about, or how bad it was, and how much they hated each other, the fights usually ended up in rough, angry, sex. Anywhere in the house, didn't matter, whatever room the fight occurred in. Thomas loved the fame and money he had, but what Alyssa brought to him, he loved that. As he watched his action movie he couldn't help but smirk. It was good, of course it was he was in it. It also was predicted to break his wife's record foray opening weekend gross in money. Which would give him bragging rights over her. Unbeknownst to a lot of people though, they were working on a movie together. It was an action and a romance movie, which was their signature movies combined. Thomas was sure because they were both in it, it would be number one of the year. People loved them. They seemed like a perfect couple to everyone but each other. Even their costars didn't, while the were acting on set together, didn't realize their little secret. Tabloids had said the couple was faking it all. But their loyal fans threw that "rumor" out the window. Thomas' movie was coming to an end, and he sighed slightly. That meant he and Tessa had reported to tend to and answer questions for.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa looked out the window wanting to be anywhere but watching Thomas' shitty film with his shitty costar who looked like an ostrich mated with a freaking giraffe. She despised the girl. Not because she adored Thomas but because she literally the stupidest remarks and was ignorant about any situation she came into contact with. It absolutely irritated Alyssa and she simply could not stand the other woman. She sighed as the limo stopped. Her red locks fell around her shoulders and tattooed arms. She was a romantic movie star, but with tattoos. She covered them for the movies and usually for events, but here lately, she couldn't care less what they said about her tattoos. It didn't bother her anymore. Hearing Thomas, she shook her head and sighed, "I suppose so." She told him. She took his hand to get out of the limo. She looked at the cameras her red lips shining as she gave them a dazzling white smile that made all of the men swoon with desire for her. She gave them her devilous grin that made her electric blue eyes just gleam with michief. She felt his arm around her waist, and had to utmost desire to just break his arm. She hated his touch. He made her want to break his neck. He was so arrogant. She walked with him greeting his co-stars and flashing a smile. Her smile was genuine for only some of them. The other people she didn't quite like she gave her fake smile to. She soon took her seat beside Thomas feeling his arm around her and watched the movie wishing she was anywhere else. Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. When she heard him tell her his co-star was a better kisser she leaned in closly and said in his ear in a deadly whisper, "Yeah? You didn't say that last night." She sat back in her seat not bothering to even give him a look. She smiled to herself her eyes gleaming as she watched the dreadful movie. Everyone else seemed to love it, but the plot had a bunch of holes in it in her opinion.

Alyssa gave a soft yawn knowing she had to be up tomorrow early to give her director her attention. She had to do a panel with Thomas at a place as well so the movie could become much more publicized. She loathed having to get up early, and thought that she was going to go home when this was over and take a dip into her pool. She quietly sighed, taking a sip of her drink. A part that was supposed to be funny she laughed knowing everyone would expect her to. She also knew Thomas would want her opinion because no matter how much he loathed her, he valued her opinion because she was brutually honest and wouldn't honey glaze anything. She wans't that type of person and enver would be. She didn't care about breaking someone's feelings if they asked for her opinion. An opinion is what she thought. She was just one person in seven billion. Her opinion didn't count very much. She brushed her long red hair away from her face. She had heard the rumors that they expected his movie to be bigger than hers, but after watching this she wasn't so sure. She knew he would keep bragging about it, if it did, for fucking eternity. Alyssa noticed the credit roll on the screen and clapped before kissing him like a good wife. She broke off and gave them a smile before getting up with him and going outside before seeing the person coming to question him. She sighed just wanting this night to be over. She wasn't feeling the best and actually had quite the headache. She ran a hand over her face before glancing around wondering what everyone was looking at. Oh wait, of course she did. They were looking at her. She sometimes forgot that everyone either hated her or wanted to be her. She flashed them a smile.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
When Alyssa made her comment back to him he frowned slightly,mbut didn't let it show as he let his face go back to a neutral expression. He leaned back and kissed her temple before whispering. "That's only because your lipstick looks oh so nice on my dick." Snickering as he leaned back. When the movie ended he grinned proudly. Sure some of it wasn't the best. But he was a great actor, he knew it, and even though she hated him, Alyssa knew it too. He turned to look at Alyssa after she stood up, standing besides her. Even though he knew they acted like a perfect couple, it still surprised him whenever she kissed him in public, because they always felt real. He said goodbye to the other actors in the movie before they all parted ways. It was late and by this time Thomas just wanted to go home right now. Even though they said they didn't need Thomas for tomorrow right off, he knew Alyssa would wake him up just to spite him. At first he didn't notice the small reporter coming over until he felt Alyssa stop. He groaned under his breath and looked down, giving an obviously fake smile as the kid asked about how he felt the movie would do, if that rumors about the couples movie were true, and a few things about their relationship, which Thomas brushed off, trying to act tired. He also pulled the getting up early card before going to the limo with Alyssa.

Once sitting inside he shut the window between them and the driver. "Finally." He mumbled and undid the first buttons of his suit, running s hand through his hair and yawning. "I swear to fucking God if anyone has broken into the inside of my fence, again, I'm getting a damn gun." He said bitterly. Because of the couples popularity people often tried to break into the estate to get more on them. It really pissed Thomas off when they were inside the fence because then the couple had no privacy, and had to hide their loathing even more. He looked out the window as they approached the house, letting out a sigh of relief. The limo entered and Thomas quietly got out, leaning in and yelling the driver what time to pick them up tomorrow. He headed inside, and waited for Alyssa. His eyes moved up and down her body. At least she was hot, that was the good thing about this shitty relationship. "Alright get it out. How much do you hate my movie?" He mocked. "Besides my costar. You can give that opinion after because we both know that's a list on its own." He said teasingly, a small smile on his face. His costar was an idiot, he knew it.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa felt him kiss her temple before hearing his words before turning her own head and whispered after he snickered, "It will when it's not lipstick and your blood if you keep pissing me off, Thomas." She smiled brightly for him before turning and looking back at the screen her eyebrow raised from her irritation. Her eyebrow always twitched when she was upset. She had the worst headache she had had in a long time. She sighed shaking her head at the movie. It was a little bland. She frowned knowing he could do better if the writer hadn't made the story so shitty, then he could actually beat her in the box office. She felt his surprise and simply smiled, not because she liked kissing him but because she could still surprise him. She liked being able to be unpredictable. She almost always had better comebacks so that made her happy as well. He knew not to push her too much as well, considering last time, she had nearly broken his oscar. She had been a spiteful little bitch at that moment. He had pissed her off so fucking badly. She couldn't even remember how but she could still feel the rage in her chest when she had to wake up to his face. She stopped seeing the reporter and supressed a growl. She was very good at getting what she wanted and right now she wanted to go home and get some tylenol and get into her bikini and take a swim. She sighed hearing him give the reporter an excuse and muttered a thank you under her breath. She got into the limo before grabbing her head and holding it wincing.

Alyssa reached into her purse moving things around before she found the tylenol and took two with some champagne that was in the limo. She sighed before laying down on the seats. She was in a dress, so she didn't curl up because she didn't want to show anything at the moment. She heard him muttering about something and told him to give it a rest. "Just buy a gun then. They aren't going to stop." She told him knowing she was right about this. When they were at the house, Alyssa got out of the limo before going into her bedroom. She felt his eyes on her and sighed hearing him, "Give me a moment." She changed into her bikini before going into the bathroom to take off the damn makeup. "I didn't hate it. I didn't like it though, that's the main thing. Although this time it wasn't your character I disliked. It was the writing of the movie," She paused talking while getting her makeup off. "I disliked the plot. It was full of holes and just blatantly badly written. I can't be any more honest than that. It was just like that James Bond movie you hate because it was written badly." She told him. "You're fucking co-star looks like a mix of an ostrich and a giraffe." She told him unable to help it. "She makes me so angry because she just makes herself sound so stupid." She shook her head before grabbing a towel and heading to the pool. She knew he would follow, maybe just to look at her body, maybe to continue talking about the movie, but he would follow.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas watched as Alyssa disappeared, waiting for her to come back. He couldn't help but smirk when she was in a bikini. She was hot, she knew it, he knew it, and he loved it. He didn't even try to hide the fact he was ogling her anymore. He used to, just because he didn't want her to think he found her attractive, but now, he didn't care. He wanted her to know that, and there was nearly nothing she could do to stop it. "Yea, have to agree." He said and took the suit jacket off, he tossed it into one of the many hampers he had around the house, hating laundry being left anywhere. "But hey, half a million for like two weeks of shooting, plus all the endorsements and whatever happens after it releases tomorrow. I can take you on that Fiji vacation you've always wanted after our new movie is done." He commented. When Alyssa commented on his costar he couldn't help but laugh. "I can see it now that you've said it." He said and snickered. "She's so dumb it's actually funny on set. But she's a great kisser, probably the only reason they cats her for anything because she can keep a male lead happy." He said. Thomas was in a good mood tonight, he didn't plan on purposely pissing Alyssa off anymore really. He could tell she had a headache. Those were the nights she nearly killed him if they thought. And he didn't feel like dying quite yet.

Thomas undid the top couple of buttons of his white undershirt, he looked like the movie poster for one of us Mafia type gambling movies he did. He pouted a glass of rum on the rocks as he walked out after Alyssa to the pool. Their pool was huge, the size of an Olympic pool, with a hot tub on the side. But he just sat down on the chair he had on the side and sipped his drink as he watched her. He would occasionally shake the drink, the ice rattling, and sipped it as he watched her body move. And sometimes let out a small groan. She was too hot. And at this moment he looked like a hot mess, many women would be all over him right now. But not his girlfriend. Oh no. That was only during fights. Thomas pondered the pros and cons of proposing and marrying her. He had thought about it. He could make the most public and expensive proposal. But then the couple would really be stuck together delsire the hatred. When he finished his drink, thomas stood up and walked inside.mhe stopped down to his boxers and went back outside. He had a nice body. He was fit,mad abs, and was hairy, but not too hairy as Alyssa always said. His body was the one you'd always see in sex scenes in movies. Alyssa had stopped swimming and he raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to bed? You know I don't like going to sleep when you're swimming. If you drowned that would be terrible publicity." He said and ran a hand down his face yawning.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa knew she had the perfect body, but she worked hard for her body. She swam a lot and went to the gym a bunch, or rather worked out in their gym. She knew she was hot, but she didn't flaunt it around unless she just wanted to. She didn't mind men staring at her anymore, but she couldn't help but feel triumphant when she caught Thomas staring because she found that he found her irresistable. Or at least her body. She shook her hips for extra measure as she walked just to make it known he couldn't have her. She smirked to herself when her back was turned to him. She sighed hearing him, "I hate to break it to you, but it's not going to storm the box offices. Not with who wrote it. You'll get a lot, but not more than my movie did. If the writing was better, then yeah, but the plot was shit." She told him shrugging. She listened to him before nodding, "A break seems like a good thing, to be honest." She told him sighing. She muttered under her breath grabbing a beer. She drank all of it before getting another one. "I know. I've kissed her before, if you remember when they wanted one girl in my movie to be a lesbian. She's not the best." She told him shrugging. She yawned softly. "I guess." She told him not wanting to argue. She headed out to the pool.

Alyssa got into the pool before looking up at the stars and gave a small smile before closing her eyes and submerging herself beneath the waves of water that was in the pool. She stayed under as long as she could hold her breath, she then came back up for air, flattening her hair back from her face. She didn't prefer wearing makeup except for the movies and shit. Reporters always got pictures of her without her makeup and called her a natural beauty. She didn't care. She didn't care what anyone thought of her anymore. She looked down at her tattoos and smiled before going back under the water and going for the laps of the waves. She ran a hand over her face before sighing. She watched Thomas come back out and murmured, "I don't know. I've got a major headache, but I can't sleep." She murmured, "I've got to get up early tomorrow though." She murmured to herself a sigh coming out of her mouth. She heard her phone go off and looked at it before shaking her head. "Whatever." It was her sister asking to buy more money probably for more fucking heroin. "I don't want to deal with her." She got out and pulled a towel around her and sighed going inside. She dressed before closing her door. She pulled a blanket around herself before falling onto the floor her back on the door as she started to feel the tears fall from her face. "Fuck." She whispered. She always got sad when her sister messaged her. She never wanted to come hang out, or meet her boyfriend, or anything. She only wanted money. She only wanted money for more drugs. She pulled her knees to her chest. She normally hid in her room when she cried so Thomas wouldn't see.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas sat and looked at Alyssa as she spoke. "Oh don't worry, I won't care if it does or not. Our movie is totally gonna be the record holder then neither of us can be a little bitch to the other. But I'll book us a flight, hotel, and whatever for Fiji, what's good, a month?" He asked as he pulled his phone out. He started working on it already. It was weird when the couple went on vacation. If they went somewhere that wasn't as popular, and we're alone, they got hit on and people would flirt with them. It pissed Thomas off when other men tried to get with Alyssa. He didn't know why, but it did. And he knew she felt the same way. She never admitted it to him, but the anger in her eyes as she told the women off and grabbed his hand as she pulled him away said so. "We both do. I'll get up and go right off with you." He offered and put his phone away, everything was set. "What is the director gonna do if we're both late? Fire us? He can't afford to reshoot all that's done,and no one is gonna bring in money like we do. We can call the shots you know." He said and shrugged. When she got out of the pool he nodded thankfully. "I'll see you in the morning." He said before walking inside to his bedroom.

As he walked away Thomas heard her comment about her sister. He knew that was a soft spot for Alyssa. It saddened him a bit. He hated her, but she didn't deserve that. He leaned against his wall and heard Alyssa cry. Thomas held his pride before getting up and walking to her bedroom door. He knocked, but knew she wasn't going to voluntarily let him in, so he stepped inside. "Alyssa." He mumbled and sat down on the floor next to her. "I'm sorry, come here." He murmured and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry about your sister. Even you don't deserve that." He said. Thomas was awkward about comforting people, he didn't know how, and with her he knew even less. Because he didn't want her to think he was falling for her. But they were stuck together so he had to try and do something. "Have you tried getting her to rehab?" He asked and ran a hand through his hair. "What about some,thing with your parents?" He asked. Thomas knew about her problems. And when she was upset. But he did a great job of hiding his own. He could hide anything from Alyssa, which he thought was a blessing and a curse. If she found out she'd never trust him. But until then he could want to die and she wouldn't even know. His dirty little secret was really just a bunch of small ones in a compact little ball he hid away from her.

@ BadStreetBoys

Alyssa listened to him before giving a small smile and murmured, "I guess so." She yawned and stretched. She knew why he got pissed off when other's tried to get with her. It was because whether or not they loved each other was irrelevent. They were stuck with one another. The were somewhat possessive of one another. She hated it, because he knew just how to get that side of her out. Hearing him say he'd wake up early with her, she watched him beofre sighing and nodded before saying, "Maybe not, but I like to make sure I don't make directors hate me since I like to make the films that I make." She told him knowing she could be an outright petty brat or a complete bitch diva. She hated both sides of her that came out when she got angry, but sometimes it was hard to control. Alyssa watched as he said he'd see her in the room knowing he had heard her comment. She sighed shaking her head running a hand throughout her red hair and put her face in her hands. Tonight was a good night for him, but she wondered how quickly that would change. She was so tired trying to figure out what kind of mood her was in all the time. She had to make sure to watch her shit usually, but she was getting pretty fucking tired of that too. He could snap in an instant, but she was starting to not care at all, considering. She sighed before bringing her knees to her chest crying harder.

Alyssa used her knees to muffle her crying. She heard a knock at the door and shook her head her tears flying everywhere. She didn't want him to see her like this. She was too proud to have him hold her and tell her everything was okay. But that was exactly what he did when he sat down next to her she sobbed feeling him wrap his arms around her. She shook burying her face in her hands and sniffled hearing him. "I've been trying for years." She sniffled out before hearing hm say something about her parents. She let out a bitter laugh before saying, "They don't care about her. God, if they stopped a second and got over the fact that I'm some huge star they'd see she needed them." She shook her head. "They think I'm so fucking perfect and just want a perfect child and then they can't see the one that needs them. It's fucking pathetic." She said venom dripping from every word she uttered. She hated them. She knew they meant well for her, but what kind of parents ignored one for the other? That was pretty fucking low. She wiped at her tears feeling them just continue to roll down her face and whispered, "It's stupid." She shook her head before burying her face in fabric, not knowing it was his chest. She wanted to hit something. She wanted to let it all out. She didn't know how. Finally Alyssa just fell asleep there tears still leaving fragments of salt and water on her cheeks and her lashes.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas bit his lip as he looked at Alyssa as she cried. It was very rare that they let the other see them cry. He let out a small sigh as she ranted. He knew about eh problems with her sister, of course he did, even though they hated each other, there was a time they didn't, and even now they still ranted occasionally in the limo or on the jet to each other. He knew she didn't have he best relationship with her parents. But this showed it even more so. "I'm sorry, Alyssa, I agree with you. They're assholes for being like that and not wanting to help. I'm not sure what to say, or how to help." He said and kept one arm around her, the other he ran through his hair and he looked across her room. When she buried her face in his chest he was surprised, but he held Alyssa and let her cry, mumbling sweet nothings to her until she fell asleep. When she did he picked her up and put her in her bed, he tucked Alyssa in and made sure everything was okay before he left and went into his own room.

Thomas sat down at the small desk he had in his room, burying his face in his hands. He let out a loud sigh and looked up at the note he had from Alyssa. She hadn't been in his room before, so she didn't know he had it. But it was the one she left him where she basically said he needed to get help for his bipolar disorder, and she couldn't stand him anymore. Some nights it pissed him off, others it made him cry. He grumbled angrily to himself before throwing something across the room and forcing himself to go to sleep. Ever since he had really lost it in her for getting him fired, his bipolar mood swings were worse. He didn't sleep well at all, having nightmares all night. When Thomas finally woke up he locked his room and headed to their bathroom and began to shower. He ran his hands through his hair, using his expensive she,ooo, then the Irish springs body wash, which Alyssa claimed to hate, but he was convinced she loves by how she stood closer to hi, when he used it. After showering he put on a red and pink suit then sat in the living room, watching celebrity news while he waited for Alyssa.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa heard him and just shook her head her tears falling faster. She knew she wasn't a perfect person and never claimed to be but her family made her want to tear her hair out sometimes and other times just made her cry uncontrollably. Once she was asleep, after listening to his sweet nothings for about an hours she curled into a ball in her bed her face pressed to her pillow. When she was alseep it made her look younger than she was. She woke up gasping having heard something. She looked around before touching her face feeling dried tears. She sighed before knowing what it was. It was Thomas throwing something again. Sure she couldn't see what he was feeling, but she knew what he did when he didn't sleep or pretend to be okay. She sighed shaking her head. She then went back to sleep knowing her going to try and comfort him wouldn't do anything for him but probably make him worse. She always made it worse it seemed. She didn't understand why. If someone cared about you the way he had in the beginning you would think it would make them better, but it just got worse and worse. He refused to get help because he was too proud.

Alyssa woke up remembering when she had got him fired. She had wanted to spite him because she had gotten jealous of him getting all touchy touchy with his co-star. She shook her head before showering using her cherry blossom shampoo. She got out leaving her hair natural. She lined her eyes with some eyeliner before grabbing a top and a cute pair of jeans. She didn't care what she wore anymore. She looked at the time thinking it wasn't too early for vodka. She shook her head before going into the living room seeing him in his tux and groaned before saying, "Fuck." She was underdressed. She changed her outfit quickly wearing a dress before coming back out having put more makeup on to make it look like she tried. She then muttered something under her breath. "Never can have a casual day can we?" She sighed shaking her head before grabbing a muffin and eating it. She didn't have a diet, because of how she worked out she normally ate anything she wanted to and she liked it that way. She didn't care what anyone thought. She really just didn't anymore. Looking at the news she saw more pictures of Thomas and her and was about to say something but had a mouthful of muffin.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas turned when he thought he heard Alyssa enter the room, but she had disappeared quickly, he shrugged it off and turned his attention back to the news. He had a glass of water besides him, but nothing to eat. He wasn't hungry, despite the fact he hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. When Alyssa entered he glanced up and gave a nod before his eyes moved back to the television. "Next time you can choose how we dress. I was up first." He said blandly. As pictures of them from the night before came onto the screen, and people talked about them being a great couple, his eyes slid over to look at Alyssa and see her reaction. That was the best part of watching the news to him. She was so opinionated she couldn't hide her emotions. He could tell she wanted to say something, but because of her food. She couldn't. After chuckling slightly he looked back and ran a hand through his hair. Thomas finished his glass of water before putting it in the sink and walking back. "Chauffeur is here. Ready?" He asked and shut the television off as he walked outside. The limo doors were both already open for them, driving waiting inside. Thomas go in on his side and leaned back into the seat. He kept running a hand down his face and sighing as if he was over heating.

Thomas continued his strange behavior for the entire ride, and stayed on his phone. He didn't try to make conversation, or look at Alyssa again. When they got to the studio he already could see all the media that were there to see the couple talk about their on screen couple and give hype for the movie. He got out and shoved his phone away before offering her a hand to help her out, and walking into the studio with Alyssa. The director smiled and was happy to actually see them this early. He pointed out their seats and told them they'd start in about ten minutes, and after the media got tired of them they would add some of the other costars in for questioning. Thomas excused himself to go to the restroom before they had to start. He returned barely one minute before they were supposed to start. He hurried into the seat besides Alyssa, putting his arm around her shoulders and giving the press a cheesy grin. The cameras started rolling, and the questions came in.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa swallowed and finally said, "I feel like they sneak those pictures." She told him shaking her head. "It makes me feel unsafe somedays because I know for a fact neither of us gave anyone that picture or posed for it." She noticed he was fairly quiet and wanted to just bash his head in. How could you go from being happy go lucky to repressed and passive. She didn't quite understand. It fucking drove her crazy and she knew it wasn't his fault but it felt like he didn't even try to do anything about it. He just dealt with it because he didn't want to deal with it or even try. She didn't even understand how to explain it even to herself. She kenw she was opinionated and anyone who really knew her, knew that she couldn't hide the fact that she hated most people because how much of a bad person they were but then she knew she was being a hypocrite considering she was dating a guy for publicity and money. She personally didn't actually know why she was dating him at this point. She didn't understand. They were so toxic for each other and she didn't understand why she stayed. She wanted to just bash her head into a wall or get really fucking drunk so she could forget all these questions banging around inside of her skull. She nodded hearing him and walked out with him and then into the limo.

If Alyssa noticed his odd behavior, she didn't say anything. Last time she had said anything he had snapped on her and she had nearly stuck a knife into his throat because she thought he was going to attack her. She could take the mental "abuse" She wouldn't deal with physical abuse. She simply wouldn't. She'd leave in a heartbeat if it ever came to that. She was not going to be the vicitim of someone who was too fucking proud to get their mental behavior together for the better for themselves. Taking his hand, Alyssa flashed a smile for the cameras and walked with him towards the director. She nodded her head at him and sat down noticing Thomas go out to go to the bathroom or something. She became very suspicious suddenly thinking back to when her sister would disappear and act strange. It was because she was doing drugs. She'd always come back acting like nothing was wrong, which is exactly what Thomas did. She wanted to fucking scream at him at that moment wanting to know if he was on drugs. She moved away from him slightly unable to control the revulse her body had at that moment thinking he was on drugs. She was suddenly so angry, and she didn't even know the real answer to her question. She faked her happiness for the reporters.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas glanced at Alyssa quickly when he saw her moved slightly away from him, but he didn't let the frown show on his face. He knew she hated him, it didn't bother him anymore, but they were supposed to be the perfect couple and that wouldn't do anything but disprove it. But he kept his arm around her and flashed the million dollar smile as the reporters now had free range on what they could be asked, but were told to stay within the perimeters of the movie. The first asked the couple if their movie couple's relationship was based of of their own relationship. Thomas glanced at Alyssa before deciding to answer. "No, not really, I don't like to play a character that basically is me, and neither does Alyssa. Acting isn't being yourself, it's embodying someone else. So if we were to do that, it would just be being each other. That's not what the movie is about." He said and drummed his fingers on the table waiting for the second question. The next question was about how they did a sex scene together. Thomas stay quiet and looked to Alyssa. He thought she might have fun handling that question.

Thomas went through the questions, answering some, and Alyssa answering the others. When their other costars came in the questions shifted to them, but occasionally the couple got a question. When it was finally over, two hours later, Thomas was relieved. He stood up and thanked everyone, taking the group picture before he walked out to the limo with Alyssa. He slid into his seat, burying his head in his hands and let out a quiet groan. Having not eaten for 24 hours, was getting to him, but he just hoped she wouldn't notice that was the main thing he had wrong with him. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, Thomas just wasn't hungry, and he would get sick if he ate right now. But he body was begging him to eat. He buried his focus into his phone when a,hsas got in the limo and they began to drive off. He wasn't even sure where they were going. He thought maybe they had something else to do today, but maybe he was wrong.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa couldn't stand it at the moment. She couldn't believe it. He was doing drugs!? After all he had seen her sister to her? To her family? To herself!? She was so angry she could've just hit him right then and there. She heard the questions and just let Thomas answer then too pissed off at the moment to even grasp the concept that she was supposed to be responding. She heard him answer for him and turned to look at him faking a big wide smile saying she agreed with him. She heard the reporter's question and said, "Depends on what the director wants." Which was actually the truth. Whatever the director wanted, usually, he/she got. She wasn't going to argue, it was their movie. Somethings she had to disagree on and said no to, but they were smaller things along the lines of co-stars or some lines that she thought were not good with the character she was playing. She answered questions along with Thomas. When it was time to go she practically stormed into the car and crossed her legs looking out the window with her arms crossed.

One they were alone, Alyssa finally said, "What the fuck is wrong? And you better answer truthfully because what I'm thinking is not a good thing." She told him flatly, her electric blue eyes electrifying him with each look she gave him. Her eyes were narrowed as she watched him just daring him to lie to her. She wouldn't accept it, and she would beat the shit out of him and MAKE him get help this time. She wasn't doing this again. She wasn't going to offer to get him help and him make a big deal out of it and say he didn't need help. She noticed him lean over holding his stomach and groan as he buried his face into his phone. She shook her head before glaring out of the window before turning her gaze back to him and she continued to stare at him. "Unbelievable." She hissed when he still hadn't answered her. She was so angry it wasn't even funny at the moment.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas jumped slightly when he heard Alyssa yelled at him, nothing he wasn't used to. But the venom dripping from her voice was one he had never heard before. He also didn't understand why she was so angry right now. He was trying his hardest to contain his mood swings and not get angry, but that was getting really hard with her three feet away screaming at him. When she said what she was thinking he raised an eyebrow at Alyssa and shook his head. That was unbelievable she thought he was doing drugs. "I'm fucking starbing myself for you!" He screamed back. "Why the fuck would you think I was doing drugs, Alyssa?!" He said and threw his phone down at his feet. "Not fucking eating helps me not get angry all of a sudden and I was trying to help you. I went to the bathroom and threw up. Want me to fucking get tested? I'll do it right now." He said stubbornly, rubbing his temples afterward. The yelling and empty stomach was causing his headache to rage. He grabbed some of the aspirin he had before taking it. Glancing at Alyssa after he did. "Oh shit better not take any aspirin cause it's a drug." He mocked.

Thomas couldn't believe she actually thought he was doing drugs. He knew what she had been through. And after all they'd been through together? That was laughable. When the limo parked he threw open the door and stormed inside. He needed whiskey. He didn't even bring his phone inside, leaving it on the floor of the limo. He went to the fridge and opened himself s new bottle of whiskey before pouring a glass and downing it, pouring another he went to the living room. Thomas knew that staying in an open space would probably lead to more fighting. But he didn't want to be alone in his room right now. He thought he'd be a danger to himself alone. Thomas would never dream of hurting Alyssa. The day he laid a hand on her was the day he'd probably off himself. But himself? He considered that free game. He'd do whatever to himself hiding away from Alyssa.

@ BadStreetBoys
Once Alyssa heard him say he was starving himself for her she raised an eyebrow and screamed back, "I NEVER ASKED YOU TO DO SHIT FOR ME. I ASKED YOU TO GET BETTER FOR YOU!" She couldn't help it. "Because you were acting the way my sister did everytime she was on something!" She shot back knowing full well it had seemed like he was doing drugs or trying to get off of them. She had seen enough of it and it was hell. She couldn't stand it. She saw him throw his phone on the ground and herad him, "I WANT YOU TO STOP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF! IT'S NOT HELPING ME IT'S ONLY MAKING YOUR WORSE THOMAS!" She screamed. She was finally at her breaking point. He didn't fucking understand. Why would he. She heard him mock her and shook her head. She looked out of the window and was gripping her hands together so tightly her hands turned white and she could see every single vein in her hands. She definitely didn't hate him, but at the moment he wasn't her favourite person and how could he? He was fucking hurting himself.

Alyssa watched him storm inside, her own temper flaring. She grabbed his phone before seeing him run inside. Once inside, she saw he had opened up whiskey. She laughed. It wasn't even noon yet and he was drinking. Great to know she drove him to drinking. She tossed him his phone and said, "Nothing will fuck you up worse than yourself." She shook her head and grabbed her towel going outside the door slamming. Once outside, she shook her head and stormed back inside before going into her room and changing into nike shorts and a tank top along with her tennis shoes. She went into the gym room and started to hit the punching bag. She hit it for a long time before starting to run on the treadmill. She switched back to the punching bag and hit it so hard that her knuckles soon started to bleed through the wrap. The blood only pissed her off worse and she punched harder and harder. She gasped seeing all the blood on the punching bag and sighed holding the bag gently looking down at the floor and then hid her face in her hands and sighed once more.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas glanced up as he heard Alyssa's voice but his eyes soon focused on a painting that was ahead of him. Usually after he got angry, if they weren't fucking, he went into an almost robot-like mode. He wouldn't react, he didn't have any emotions, his eyes glazed over. He hated it, but it was a coping mechanism he had. He heard her storm off, and just sat in his chair sipping the bottle of whiskey as he stared off into space. From where he was sitting he could hear her actions in the gym. He could tell she was upset, so was he. When the bottle was empty he picked it up and walked to his room. He didn't want her to know he had drinken the entire bottle. Thomas slowly walked to his room, he unlocked it and slid inside before locking it besides him. He sat down at his desk and opened it up.

As he opened the desk Thomas took a few deep breaths. He never knew how he would feel. He first pulled out a picture of the couple from when they first started dating, when they liked each other. He said and gently put it to the side. The next he pulled out was a transcript from their first movie together, how they met, with bots and doodles written in it from Alyssa. This one got a tear from him. But the piece that broke him was the last picture taken of the couple that was real. Thomas had taken Alyssa out on a dinner date for their 6 month anniversary, her favorite place. And he had paid someone to take some pictures. This one was when he was giving her a kiss as he put a locket necklace around her neck that had pictures of them in it. That was the picture that broke him. That night he had lost his mind. He found out she got him fired and he lost his mind on her. And that's when the note he had on his desk came. Thomas held the package to his chest as he cried, sobbed, and just wanted to give up on life. He threw the stuff into the desk, slammed it shut, and grabbed the bottle of whisky before smashing it hard into the desk. The fragments of glass shattering into his hand and forearm. But he didn't even care. As he did he let out a deep scream like sound.

@ BadStreetBoys
Alyssa hated when he just fucking stared at the painting or anywhere but at her. He just stared and sat there and didn't do anything. His answers were simplistic and it killed her. She hated that he blocked her out. She just wanted to strangle him. She didn't know how to help him. He had shut the fuck down on him. She didn't understand why. She knew he could've forgiven her, but he didn't. She knew she fucked up, but everyone has mistakes and everyone regrets them. She heard a scream and instantly was jumping across things and into the living room before running to Thomas' room. She panted trying to open the door. She couldn't. She ran into her room and found a key. She opened his door fumbling with it for more time than she liked. She finally thrusted the door open and saw him bleeding. She panted.

Alyssa saw the glass shards. She then didn't look at his shit. It was his. She didn't have any right to look into his private life anymore. She sighed before sitting him down. "Sit." She told him. "I'm serious. Don't move, Thomas." She said but her voice was steady unlike her hands. She went into her own bathroom and grabbed her first aid kit. She came back and sat down beside him on the bed before grabbing some rags and such to gently wipe the blood off so she could see. She grabbed some tweazers and said, "This is gonna hurt." She then gently, oh so gently, pulled the shards out of his arms, holding the rag there to keep it from bleeding more. Once that was done she put some triple antibiotic on it to disinfect it. She slowly then started to wrap gauze around his forearms and then finished up with wrapping a few more bandages on him. Her mother had been a nurse. She sighed before saying, "Don't make such a mess anymore." She gave him a half smile before leaning down and starting to pick up the broken pieces of the glass he had broken. She kept her face hidden from sight so he couldn't see her worry lines.

@ JesterOfGenocide;
Thomas was just sitting against his bed sobbing when he heard Alyssa first try to get into his room. He didn't know if he was thankful for the lock or upset. But he was sure she had a key, she always did, she was too worried about him to not. When Alyssa came in he glanced up. A childlike look on his features as he tried to stop crying, trying to be the hardass he could be in front of her. He complied with her request, well demand, and sat on the bed, just staring down at his arms as the blood slowly oozed out of them. Thomas shook his head, getting some hair our of his eyes, as he saw Alyssa come back in. She was good at the first aid type stuff, always had been, so he didn't protest. Even as she pulled the glass out he didn't flinch or react, just watched her. When she was done he looked at his arms. He was pissed at himself, they'd never let him film like this, and he didn't want to take longer than needed because of their planned vacation. He looked down at Alyssa as she picked up the glass. He looked over and saw the notes and pictures from her before shoving them away, sitting down and looking at her again. "Alyssa." He murmured and waited for her to face him again. He leaned across the bed and kissed her cheek before sighing heavily. "Can I have a kiss?" He asked and bit his lip.

Thomas was stuck in a place in between his robot like stance, and his childlike, caring one. He helped her pick the glass up, and vacuumed the rug. He organized his desk, though more in effort to hide the pictures. He wondered if she had them too, if she hid them from him. But he dismissed the thought as he followed her out into the living room. Thomas sat down and turned the tv on. Their interview type thing was on the television. He looked from the tv to her. "Are we ordering out? Are you cooking? Or is the maid coming by today. I'm hungry." He said and he looked back at the television. It was a tabloid like show that was talking about hearing the couple fight after they left the interview and what the perfect couple could be fighting about.