A moment later? "ACTION!"
Five minutes after that, "CUT!"
Two minutes to readjust. Two minutes to get the talent ready. "Annnnnnd ACTION!"
Twelve minutes after that? "Cut! Check dailies. I think I like that one. Come look at this..."
I felt like such a little twerp, my arms already shaking from having to dig up dirt through the last few scenes. Already my shoulders were beginning to feel sore, and my lower back ached from the activity. But I tried to stretch it out as best as I could so I could look fresh and ready to perform for the cameras again once they started rolling. I definitely won't have to use much acting ability to look worn out on film, that's for sure.
Note to self...'dirt is heavy'.
Chandler saw me breathing hard and walked over to me between takes. I felt the smoothness of his skin as he put his bare arm on me and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Not much difference in pretending to work hard and actually working hard, is there? Hehehe!" He said.
His long hair brushed softly up against my cheek. His breath...I could almost taste it on my lips. "I hope we don't have too many more takes of this." I said.
"Who knows? Might be two more takes, might be ten. Believe me, I know how it sucks sometimes. A few years back, I spent half the season gardening. I had to rub my arms down with sports crème every night just to make sure that I'd be able to come back to the set and do it all over again the next day."
"Heh...yeah. I um...I can imagine." I said. Then, as things suddenly fell quiet, I turned my head to see Chandler's head staring down at my exposed torso. Practically trying to mentally pry the waistline of my pants open so he could look down and see what was in there. His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, and he smiled as those liquid blue pools of brilliance burrowed an effortless hole right through my common sense. I actually got a few goosebumps when he licked his lips. He was close. I mean...really close. Had he extended his pink tongue much further, he might have been able to lick my lips too.
Once I found the strength to look away from him, hoping that the tension would melt away before the director called for action again, Chandler giggled sweetly to himself. He's said, "You know...the whole shirtless thing was Asa's idea. I had nothing to do with it." SEE??? I knew it Asa! I just knew it! "Honestly, I think I've been shirtless maybe twice the whole time 'The Walking Dead' has been on television. So it's not like I'm suddenly going to end up being a Bieber-Girl's dream boy or anything. At least, I don't think so." Then he stepped to the side, pressing his soft, warm, cheek against mine as he hugged me close. A little damp with sweat, but not gross. God, even his sweat smells good. "Now Asa over here, as mischievous as he is, probably has his own reasons for making the play. And for once, it wasn't just to get you and me half naked. Hehehe!"
Asa was within earshot, and playfully gave us the middle finger as he guzzled down a watermelon Gatorade.
"Yeah, I don't think the typical rain and fog of London prepared our boy for a Summer here in Atlanta. If it keeps being this warm, he may just have to convince the director to shoot the rest of this season barefoot, wearing a loincloth." Chandler snickered.
Ummm...I'd definitely watch that!
"Alright boys! You ready? We need a few more takes for safe measure. you're doing great." The director said. Great. More digging. If I keep shoveling dirt like this for much longer, I'm not going to have enough breath to deliver my lines. Geez, you never know how out of shape you are until you have to engage in an unfamiliar activity like this.
Yikes, I feel like an old man right now.
"And CUT! Alright, I think we've got enough." Came the call about twenty minutes later. "You kids stay put for a little while. I don't want any of you to wander off yet, just in case we need some reshoots. But I think we got it. Take a break, alright."
A break. Yes...a break would be nice. My biceps went from trembling, to pain, to just being numb. I just let them hang limply from my sides like a couple of wet noodles as I hurried off set to go see my mom. She was surprised by my armless hug. Hehehe, which just consisted of me whimpering helplessly and resting my head on her chest while my arms dangled freely in her embrace.
My mom was tickled pink. "Hahaha, are they working my sweetie too hard?"
"Owwwwww, mommy...I hurt. I hurt a bunch." I whined with a giggle.
"Awww, poor baby.Well, once they're done with you for the day, we'll get some protein in you and you can take a hot bath and relax. Maybe we can grab a few movies and some popcorn and make a night of it, huh? What do you say?"
It actually sounded pretty good, to be honest, but...I didn't want to agree to it just yet.
"Ummm, can I call my friend first? I just want to check something out first." I said.
"Oh...well, do you need another shirt, or do you want to take that one off your head?"
I backed away. "No way! I don't even know how that lady wrapped this thing up the way she did, but if they call me back to reshoot the scene, I doubt I'll be able to duplicate it without a degree in physics or something."
"Ok." She said. "Go ahead and make your phone call."
"Sweet. Where's the car again? Did you put it on the set lot or...?"
"It's right where it always is, hon."
"Alright! Sweet! I'll be back!" I said, happily trotting off to see if maybe I could finally talk to Greyson in private. Well, in more private. Without looking over my shoulder.
I was already listening to the sound of Greyson's phone ringing by the time I unlocked the car door and climbed into the driver's seat. Even in this heat, I didn't mind having the windows rolled up. I just...I needed a 'barrier' in place to isolate me from the world for a bit. Just so we could be together for a little while. My 'boyfriend' and I.
"Hey!" He said when he picked up. "Wow, I was just thinking about you."
We both shared a light giggle over it, and I was like, "You were?"
He sheepishly replied with, "Yeah. I was in the shower, so..."
"Hehehe, that sounds yummy." I told him.
"Well, let's just say that it was nice, long, shower. So..." He didn't go any further with that comment, but I knew what he meant. "What's up? What are you bugging me for?"
With a chuckle, I said, "I was thinking that...maybe I could come over for a little while. Like...tonight." I felt bold in saying it at first, but the moment I heard my own voice saying it out loud, I felt the immediate need to pad it with a more nonchalant expression of my eagerness to be near him again. "Or, you know...whatever. It's no big deal, just...if you're not busy or anything..."
"Really? Like, right now, or...?"
"Well, I've gotta stick around the set for a little bit until they get the dailies sorted out. But after that...?" Take a deep breath, Evan. How hard is this? Just say how you feel. "I'd really like to see you again. I want us to spend some more time together. I think that would be...nice."
Greyson giggled in the cutest way. "I see. So you wanna call me when you get off set? You wanna come over."
"Hehehe, I do." I said, then sliding in the flirtatious, "I miss you. I feel like my love for you has to stretch so far sometimes."
Greyson melted instantly.
"Me too." He said. "Just call me when you're ready. K?"
"Then I can come over?"
"You can cum all over my face." He said, but couldn't hold in his cackling laughter for more than a few seconds. Hell, neither could I. A gasp of utter shock only lasts so long.
"Greyson!!! Omigod! Hehehe!"
"What? What'd I say?"
"You know what you said!" I snickered.
"So? I have a naughty side too, ya know?"
"Apparently. Geez, I don't even know you. Put Chance LeGrey back on the phone!" I told him, making him laugh out loud.
"You know...if you keep making fun of me I'm not gonna let you come over. I'll tell security you're a stalker and they'll beat you up as soon as you get here."
I said, "Yikes! You're such a bully." Then I added, "But I love you anyway, so..."
I drifted off mid-sentence, but was super psyched when he said, "I love you too." I think we both needed to take a few deep breaths before we were able to speak again. And he started it off by saying, "I've still got amazing room service. We can pretty much have anything we want, from burgers and fries to ice cream and cookies. We can even have them make us a nice thick steak if that's what you're into. Sky's the limit. Whatever you want."
As awesome as that sounded...my heart spoke for me before my brain even figured out what to say. "All I want is you." It was a small collection of words that had been ripped from my infatuated heart so fast that I could feel the lingering tug on my emotions once the message had been delivered.
It surprised us both.
And with an almost inaudible sniffle, Greyson said, "M'kay. I'll see you when you get here then."
"K. Talk to you then."
I didn't want to drop another love bomb on him again before hanging up. I thought it might sound corny. But...Greyson to the rescue!
"I love you, Evan. K? Bye."
Awww, I wanted to say something back! But Greyson gets so nervous when he says the words out loud! Hehehe, I heard a click before I could respond. It's okay though. I'll tell him face to face as soon as I see him again. You know...while I'm violently tearing his clothes off of him! Hehehe!
Sorry, Mom...but movies and popcorn are going to have to wait for now!
'Boy date', CONFIRMED!!!
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