The Play -Complete

I walked into the Theatre, finishing off my banana and walking to the small kitchen area backstage to get rid of the skin. It was quiet, I could see a few people on the stage but it was still early.



I had spent Sunday reading, watching TV with Tina and trying to ignore the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about Alan. I tried to push it to the back of my mind and even dragged Tina out for a walk, thinking the exercise would help me to work off the built up tension in my stomach. It didn’t and trying to sleep was a futile exercise. As I had stared at my reflection in the mirror earlier, unmistakeable bags had materialised under my eyes and I steeled myself for having to face him today.



A shrugged off my jacket and smoothed down my T-shirt over the top of my jeans. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be needed in todays’ rehearsals and would be tea lady again. That suited me. I didn’t think I wanted to be close to Alan right now.



I walked onto the stage and Cal waved me over.



‘Hey you…’ he grinned at me. ‘Good grief, Carrie… you look as rough as…’



‘Thanks for the confidence boost Cal. You look pretty too…’ I barbed at him and he flushed a little.



‘God, Carrie… sorry. I can be a bit, you know…’ He looked at his hands.



‘Bitchy? A bit of a cow?’ I ventured. I caved in. He hadn’t meant it. I ruffled his hair and grinned at him. ‘I feel crap, but don’t ask me because I really can’t tell you. Let’s just say I was screwed over at the weekend and it’s not a nice feeling.’



‘Poor you. You deserve better anyway, darling. Men are pigs, I can tell you…’ He grinned at me. I really liked Cal and I knew we were going to be firm friends.



Gavin walked centre stage and looked around at everyone, clapping his hands for attention.



‘Right guys, we’re going to run through the props and direction this morning so I need everyone to be in their beginner positions, please.’ He grinned lopsidedly as everyone began to move. He glanced of over at me and beckoned me with a finger.



I walked over to him quickly and smiled a little. I quite liked Gavin and his awkwardness made me laugh inside. I wondered what his reaction would be to a blowjob and an image of his glasses falling off his nose made me stifle a giggle.



‘Hey Gavin…’ I grinned at him and he flashed me a smile.



‘Carrie… probably wont need you on stage today, you worked damn hard last week and everyone else needs to raise their game… sooo….?’ He smiled a little.



‘You want me to make the tea…’ I finished for him. ‘No problem…’ I smiled. Suits me… I thought to myself. I looked around the stage and noticed the principles weren’t there.



‘Where’s Julie?’ I asked. I didn’t trust myself to say Alan’s name without making it sound loaded or worse, squeaking it.



‘Oh, they won’t be in today; this is just a supporting rehearsal. They have everything down pat anyway… professionals…’ He mumbled a little and I raised my eyebrows at his comment.



‘Professionals start somewhere Gavin.’ I responded and was gratified to see him flush a little and concentrated on my irritation with him, trying to ignore the knot of disappointment that Alan wasn’t coming in today. I had wanted to walk past him with my head high and pretend what had happened hadn’t got to me.



‘I didn’t mean…’ Gavin pushed his glasses up his nose.



‘Forget it… No sugar in your coffee, right?’ I stated, seriously pissed off with him. How dare he?



I walked back stage and started to gather the various brightly coloured chipped mugs onto a tray, plopping tea bags into the large metal pot and putting a spoon in the coffee jar. I lifted it to read the label. It was a cheap powered brand and I wrinkled my nose at it. Once everything was organised I started to walk behind the backdrop, exploring the dressing room areas a little. It was basic and the toilets smelt like open drains. It wasn’t anywhere near as glamorous as people thought it was and I laughed a little.



I walked back to the stage and watched the rehearsal. I stood there for a few minutes when I felt eyes boring into me and turned to see Alan standing by the side of the stage, his hands in his pockets and a face like thunder. He caught my eye and pointed at me before raising his finger and beckoning me over. I glared at him. I wasn’t a child.



I turned and focussed my attention back to the stage. Most of the cast were at the far side of the stage, deep in conversation with Gavin, the only exception being Cal whose eyes were on me. I looked at him and his eyes widened and he nodded. I turned my head and saw Alan standing beside me, his hand stretched out to me. I looked into his eyes and saw determination on his face. I ignored his hand and faced him, glaring and realising that we were as stubborn as each other. My shoulders dropped as I looked in his eyes. I couldn’t keep up the anger. I had no energy left.



‘Carrie, we can do this here if you like’ Alan spat between gritted teeth ‘I have no problem sharing everything with the cast…’ He was whispering but I could tell he was serious. I flushed. No way did I want to talk about this in front of everyone.



‘No…it’s fine.’ I whispered and lowered my eyes. ‘Come on…’ I walked back to the kitchen, glancing back at Cal, who raised his eyebrows in surprise and sudden understanding.



As we walked into the kitchen I turned to lean against the sink and folded my arms around myself protectively. I could almost feel the waves of anger coming from him.



‘Where were you yesterday?’ He started, his voice low.



‘At home. Why?’ Not that it’s anything to do with you…I thought.



‘I came around to your flat. You weren’t there.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Unless you usually ignore someone leaning on your doorbell for five minutes.’



‘Well… I went for a walk with Tina…about half three…’ He came round to the flat?



Alan’s frame relaxed a little. ‘It was half three…’ He sighed and seemed relieved. ‘I thought you were ignoring me.’



‘You have ways of making sure people don’t ignore you, Alan…’ I whispered. His presence seemed to be pushing me back against the sink, although he hadn’t moved. I gripped the metal for safety, sure I was about to slide to the floor as his eyes bored into me and looked me up and down.



‘You look tired.’ He stated.



‘I didn’t sleep well this weekend for some reason.’ I remembered why I was so angry with him and stood straight, steeling myself against his pulsing charisma. I looked at him, his mouth seemed to be moving a little, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t get it out.



‘Why did you come to the flat?’ I asked him, my voice soft. I really liked him… oh shit.



‘To see you, naturally. And to apologise for being such a prick.’ He stated, his voice soft and mellow and dripping over me. My body responded and I blushed as my nipples stood proud under my white T-shirt.



‘Yes…you were a prick…’ I sighed. I was wet and my pussy was starting to throb as I looked at him.



‘I’m sorry…’ He looked at me and ran his hands through his hair.



I was lost. In two small steps I was in front of him, pushing my chest against him. I cupped his face with my hands, brushing my fingers over the light grey stubble and into his hair as I stared into his warm hazel eyes. I felt his arms wrap themselves around me as his mouth covered mine with a soft tender kiss. This wasn’t the urgent and demanding Alan who shagged me senseless, this was a gentle, caring Alan I hadn’t seen before. I melted against him as our mouths moved in synchronisation, tongues gently teasing each other.



A small cough brought us back to reality and I glanced in horror over Alan’s shoulder.



Cal grinned at me sheepishly. ‘Sorry guys… Gavin’s looking for the tea, Carrie’



I nodded and relaxed a little. I knew Cal would be discreet. I looked up at Alan who looked pale. ‘Don’t worry. Cal’s a friend. He won’t say anything’



Alan loosened his embrace as I walked over to flick on the kettle.



‘I should go.’ He stood behind me and murmured in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine ‘Gavin will wonder why I’m here after I begged him for a day off… ‘ I felt him smile as he bent his head and kissed my neck.



‘OK…’ I didn’t want him to go suddenly. ‘Can I see you later?’ I asked him, hoping I didn’t sound desperate.



‘I was counting on it…’ His deep voice drawled, his mouth close to my face, his lips grazing my cheek. ‘I’ll call you on your mobile… make sure you switch it on…’



I felt him grin and then, nothing. I turned to see him slouching out of the theatre, his hands back in his pockets.



My stomach flipped over and I smiled to myself as I poured boiling water over the cheapest teabags in London.