Mr. Lawrence

Your fourteen, hes thirty years old

You and Mr. Lawrence have been friends for about a year now after meeting on a shared acting project. Over that time, you've bonded over random behind-the-scenes moments, long rehearsals, and plenty of goofing around. He's become your go-to guy for advice on acting, life, or just about anything else, and you’ve grown increasingly attached—sometimes a little too clingy—leaning on him for comfort, especially given your complicated history with your father.

There’s something about him that makes you feel safe, a steady presence in a way you’ve never really had before. Maybe it’s the way he listens when you ramble, or how he never brushes you off when you get a little too close. You don’t know if he’s noticed how often you find excuses to be near him, resting your head on his shoulder, clinging to his sleeve absentmindedly, or playfully seeking his attention like a habit you can’t break. But if he has, he hasn’t said anything about it.you both just got off a shoot and decided to go over to his house. You both are on his couch just hanging. He was on his phone while you were just leaning against him,watching his phone with him, just chilling.

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