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Sometimes Lily wonders what could possibly be left for them, as Lily and James, after all the lifetimes they’ve portrayed opposite each other. After all the different eras, arguments, grand gestures, each leading up to an unforgettable kiss – how could regular old Lily and James follow that up? What if once they left the sets behind, and all the costumes and scripted lines that forced them to be in the moment, there was nothing left?
It’s when he’s telling her the merits of Battlestar between takes, with an excited gleam in his eyes that she hasn’t quite seen before (and right now she wants to keep it there as long as she can), that she realizes that none of that matters. Because no matter how many relationships they’ve already played, or will play in the future, the story of Lily Everett and James Porter would be different. Is different.
But it’s not a story she can tell by herself.
And James telling her to ask him to stay (no, George asking Mary) feels a little too real. Maybe they are their characters, just a little bit.
Mary pulls George back to her.
Lily awkwardly walks away.
They’re not their characters at all.
There are things you should be able to talk about with your best friend, but when your best friend practically canonized a portmanteau for a relationship you don’t even have, you hold back a little. So Lily doesn’t really have anyone she can call at the end of the day and say, “ugh, I just really miss kissing.”
She’s pretty sure Pam would think that’s bullshit, anyway, given that she does enough professionally-obligated kissing to fill the void, and there’s no use protesting that it’s not the same. When it comes to kissing for a role, it’s not her moment. It’s the characters and their great, sweeping gestures, their at last moments, their first times, last times, what if it’s our only times. And while those are all experiences that Lily has had (or wants to), and they’re romantic and satisfying and sweet, that’s not what she misses. Those are great things to have, but Lily wants the in-between times.
She wants the kiss goodbye in the morning, hurried but sweet, as he’s on his way to set and she’s just out of the shower, both of them craning around the door so her wet hair doesn’t drip on his pants.
She wants to make out in the kitchen, waiting for the frozen pizza to bake, with someone who won’t roll his eyes over the gluten-free crust and daiya “cheeze,” someone who pulls her up on her tiptoes with his arms around her waist.
She wants that Saturday afternoon, when she’ll come home from a shoot to find him napping on the couch, with just enough room for her between him and the cushions for her to curl up against him. His tee shirt might hitch up a little over his stomach as he shifts in his sleep, adjusting all those long limbs to gather her close. And when he wakes, there will be sleepy kisses and his fingers in her hair, the rasp of his stubble against her skin, the rumble of his laugh in his chest against hers.
It’s normal, she thinks, to long for something like that. She’s a twentysomething single woman, successful in her job and her art, and she meets interesting people all the time. So few of them know her. She wants one that does, that really, really knows her. Someone kissing Lily without waiting for the “cut.”
Lily wasn’t big on technology. Sure, the internet was wonderful and convenient and amazing, but Lily preferred human interaction, thats why she’d become an actor. And it was also why she didn’t really pay attention to screens that much, and why this situation happened in the first place.
She hadn’t meant to send that tweet. She hadn’t even meant to send a tweet. For the last few days she’d been typing and retyping the same message to James over and over again, trying to somehow break the ice between them.
Today she’d opened up her twitter to write about bluebirds, for God’s sake, and she’d ended up accidentally tweeting the message whole world. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Lily wasn’t big on cursing, but this situation warranted it. Of course she deleted it immediately after, but with 300,000 followers, she knew she would be kidding herself if someone hadn’t seen it. She only hoped that one would ever tell James about it.
The tweet in question:
a follow up from thescarythoughtsofawriter, who had the brilliant idea!
This happens three weeks after they wrap, during a particularly stormy week.
So this little cigarette right here has sparked a whole new brand of TFiOS hate, much of which is coming from people who claimed to love the book.
Many people are now pointing out how “pretentious” Augustus is, and I can’t help but think, You’re only just now realizing this. He was written to be a seemingly pretentious and arrogant person. The acknowledgement of this is actually highly important because, without it, the book loses the message that a hero’s journey is that of strength to weakness.
Augustus Waters has big dreams for himself. He wants to be known and remembered; he wants to be a hero; he wants to be seen as perfect. But there’s already something standing in his way… He has a disability, and society tells him that a person cannot be both perfect and disabled. So what does he do? He creates a persona for himself. He tries to appear older and wiser than he is. But the pretentious side of him is NOT who he truly is. It’s all an act. (This is evident in the fact that he often uses words in the wrong context.)
And when his cancer returns, we begin to see his mask cracking. The true Augustus begins to bleed through… Hazel even takes notice of this from time to time. And by the time we get to the gas station scene, Augustus is no longer the picture of perfection he was when we met him. The play has been canceled. The actor must reveal himself. And he’s revealed to be a weak, defenseless boy, succumbing to the cancer that is made of him.
THE PRETENTIOUSNESS IS INTENTIONAL. It stands to show Augustus’s journey from flawless to flawed, from strong to weak. It’s the key to understanding that Augustus was the hero he always wanted to be, even if he didn’t realized it.