Chapter 6,

I Hold Grudges, It's a Bad Habit

I hold grudges, it's a bad habit of mine but I will hold them until my final remaining breath.

As we arrived to the airport, I walked inside and walked to where the flights were on the big screen and you were able to see if your flight was cancelled or delayed, mine seemed to be on time.

So far, it hasn't had a delay nor has it been cancelled which means it's a green light for today, so I sat down and waited with my mom for our airplane to be called so we could board the flight, I was pretty nervous and excited about going to Toronto for the movie.

Meeting new people is probably the only thing that I struggle with as I'm socially awkward at time especially if I don't know you, like do I tell you about my childhood hamster that died or do I tell you my favorite color? I literally don't know and I don't think I ever will.

As I put my earbuds in and played my Spotify playlist, I looked around to check my surroundings, everyone here was either jet lagged or bored out of their minds.

Then you have your morning crackheads that think being loud is quirky and cute, when in reality you make me want to bang my hand against the wall until brain matter is all around the window and blood drips down to the ground, too much? Yeah, sorry.

I smiled as 'Melting' by Kali Uchis began to play, I raised the volume and closed my eyes as this euphoric feeling rushed through my veins.

I found the song due to an edit that a fan had made for me on TikTok, I loved the song and the edit as the person had very good taste, I made sure to thank them for introducing me to the song and followed them.

I always loved bragging about having amazing music taste because it was something that had a little bit of everything, I had my Chase Atlantic, my Taylor Swift, my Kali Uchis, my Girl in Red, my The Neighborhood and my Arctic Monkeys.

If you don't have at least one song involving one of these people, then you do not have immaculate taste in music and you probably eat Greek yogurt alone at night while thinking about embarrassing moments from 1862.

My mom tapped my shoulder and together we got up to board our flight, I was a little nervous as I don't do well in airplanes as I always believe that they're going to crash but I had to get on them for movies and all of that.

"Text Morgan, let her know you're on the plane so she doesn't go crazy."

My mom told me as we settled into our seats, I nodded my head and took my phone out of my pocket before texting the group chat to let the girls know altogether that I boarded the plane and would text then when we land.

With that being said, I resumed my music and turned airplane mode on before closing my eyes and allowing myself to slowly relax into my seat.

I was woken up by the sounds of my mom trying to get me up, I sighed silently and got up from my seat as we had finally arrived to Toronto, I stretched a bit and let out an inhumane noise that I'm sure alerted a few people on the plane.

Anyways, I grabbed my bags and walked behind my mother as we walked out of the plane and began to walk to where the baggage claim and waited for our bags to turn up.

As we waited, I continued to listen to my Spotify playlist, swaying a little bit to the song that played which was 'Lover's Rock's by TV Girl, which was starting to become my favorite song as it is sort of the song you play during the holidays.

When our baggage finally turned up, we grabbed them and left the airport, calling an Uber to take us to the set of the horror movie that I was in.

But if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right, she might let you stay but just for the night.

We got into the Uber and buckled up before the three hour drive to the set began, I had already used the bathroom and stretched before getting into the Uber so I was good for the amount of time we would be in the car.

I texted my friends to let them know that I landed safely and was now on my way to the set, they were more excited than I was when I told them we were almost at the set.

When we got to the set, my music had already switched from happy to depressing music so I was now bobbing my head to 'Francis Forever' by Mistski which was one of my favorite songs of all time.

On sunny days I go out walking, I end up on a tree lined street, I look up at the gaps of sun light, I miss you more than anything.

Those lyrics always hit me where it hurt the most, as I got out of the car, I lowered my volume and grabbed my luggage before looking around for where my trailer was.

Quickly finding it, I opened it up and walked inside with my mom to settle everything inside before going outside to greet my costars and soon to be friends but all I saw was the same brown haired boy from the market.

"Go say hi to him, he looks like your age and he looks as sweet as sugar."

My mom urged me as she shoved my forward, I looked at her and shook my head before filling her in on what had happened when she sent me to the market, she nodded her head slowly as her mouth formed an O shape.

I hold grudges, it's a bad habit of mine but I will hold them until my final remaining breath.

I muttered to my mom as I walked back into the trailer to use the bathroom, I was not about to go up to the same very boy who made a disgusted face towards me.

Not even if he was attractive and seemed as sweet as sugar, looks are so deceiving that they could kill you if they wanted to.