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MIRRORED REFLECTIONS
I had to basically LOCK myself in my trailer to do it! The movie set I was working on was simply ablaze with activity from the lighting technicians, camera operators, and the usual chaos that seems to be buzzing around my head every second of the day while I'm here. Professional filmmaking is a 17-18 hour emergency! ALL day, ALL the time! But...as an actor, they just didn't NEED me at that particular moment. Not for ANYTHING! They promised! So, I finally got five minutes alone, I mean LITTERALLY 'five' minutes, and not a second more...to write to my friend Blake back at home. It seemed as though it was just yesterday that I had been in this same position, trying to write him a decent letter and getting the chance to talk to someone who I truly cared about. But....the truth is, it WASN'T 'just yesterday' at all. It was almost a MONTH ago! How did that happen? How did it get to be a damn MONTH since I talked to him last???
I got his letter to me a while ago, read through it the SECOND I saw his name on it, and smiled maniacally as I absorbed every detail of what I had been missing since I had been away. I loved Blake something AWFUL, and I had planned to write back the very next day. Or at least write down a little each day from that moment on so that I could have it be a decent length and get it back to him much faster than he was expecting. But it never works out that way, does it? I work, I act, I do photo shoots, I do interviews, I do promotions for the movie, I sign autographs until my fingers are sore to the bone...responsibilities that seem to just come out of nowhere at all without any warning whatsoever. ALWAYS at the last minute! ALWAYS taking longer than I had expected it to. And when I get done with everything else that seems to be holding me back, I'm only given enough time to get a bit of restless sleep before I have to do it again the next day. My heart is constantly 'SCREAMING' at me, telling me to write back to him! TODAY! DO IT! DON'T delay! He's WAITING for me! He NEEDS to hear from me! If you don't write, then call! If you don't write or call, then visit! Or email! SOMETHING!!! But...I get busy that day...don't I? Too busy to write. Too busy to call. Too busy to visit. I get...'used' until it's so late at night that I'm the only person on Earth left awake. And what's the use of doing it then? So...I let the day pass by. Pass right by me. And before long, that day turns into two, then two days turns into a WEEK, and before I know what hit me...a week turns into a whole damn MONTH...and now, here I am, wondering whether or not he totally hates me for not being the friend that I 'claim' to be. And the fear of him telling me to fuck off because of it...makes me take even LONGER! Because NOW I'm worried that he'll just be disgusted with me, and I don't think I could take that.
So, with these five minutes of free time that I have, I'm going to write to him. Even if it kills me. I need this. HE needs this. How hard can it be to stay in touch with someone you think about ALL the time? It's time I kept up my end of the friendship. And with that, I sat down at the little square table in front of me, took out a pen and paper, and started writing.
"Dear Blake,
I am so so very sorry that I haven't been able to contact you in so long. If only you knew how busy things were here, how incredibly insane everything is for me right now, you'd see that there was absolutely NO way for me to get back to you any sooner! My deepest apologies dude!"
That's how I started the letter, hoping that my lame explanation would somehow excuse the lateness of my response. It seems all I do these days is apologize. I hardly ever get to write a letter without it. Deep down, I really needed for him to understand, but somehow, I doubt that he would. He'd just take it as some form of bullshit that I don't really mean...even if it bled right from my heart, with more sincerity than my simple words could ever hope to contain.
"Erin? We're gonna need you to do some stand-in shots while we set up the next scene, kiddo. Ok? The blocking is all fucked up, and we have to get all this straightened out before we lose anymore daylight. You're needed out here." Came a voice from outside my trailer door.
"Just a second." I replied. Sighhhhh...naturally. More distractions. "Can't my stand-in do it for me?"
"Your stand-in doesn't need to know the new marks for this scene, Erin. You do. We need you on set, bud."
I'm ALWAYS fucking needed for something, aren't I? At every moment of the goddamn DAY! Grrrrr! Ok, Erin...focus. Just finish the letter. To hell with them. They can wait a second or two. They'll just HAVE to! "Just a second..." I said, and then continued writing...
"That aside, how are you? It's been a long time, I know, but I really want to know how you're doing. I miss you so much."
"Hey Erin! Dude, what are you doing in there, man? Come on out! I wanna show you something!" It was one of my co-stars, Brandon Maylor. A bonafide hottie if ever I saw one, and the kinda special 'Teen Beat' cover model fire that the producers used to really sell this coming-of-age movie. He'd been making films since he was 8, so he was pretty used to 'the life' at this point. He was much more comfortable with it, and you could tell by the shine in his easy smile. I was still new to this whole thing, and even though we were the same age, he kinda played a big brother to me when it came to this stuff. Plus...saying that he was easy on the eyes would be a HUGE understatement. He was that California-boy type of gorgeous! A thick head of hair, golden brown and soft to the touch, bright hazel eyes, and a seductively lean athlete's chest. Not to mention a bubble butt that was so plump and juicy that it made your palms itch with the compelling urge to grab a handful of it everytime he walked pssed you. Better yet, shove your FACE in it and fall asleep! Hehehe, but with all that dreamy sex appeal and the magnetic pull for every young gay teen in the area and probably the world...Brandon was undeniably straight from what I could tell. If he had given me ANY indication that he was otherwise, I probably would have pounced on him in a second. Thank goodness for a bisexual casting director! His eye must have been just as drawn to this cutie as mine was! We had become friends pretty quickly on the set, and grew into a pair of bookends over the last few months that we had been shooting. Then again, we were the only teenagers on the set for most of production, really. So who else were we gonna talk to?
"Um...yeah. Hold on a sec, Brandon, ok?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm writing something. I'll be out in a minute, ok?" I answered, hoping that he'd accept that and give me a chance to finish. I didn't have that much time as it was.
"Alright. Just meet me by the catering truck when you finish, bud." He said, and walked away. Brandon was a sweetheart through and through, a true friend that I just happened to meet through this crazy business of mine. I certainly hope we can keep in touch after the film shoot wraps and we all go our separate ways.
Ok...now where was I? Ummm...'I want to know how you're doing'...'I miss you so much'...
"Erin?" Came a knock at my trailer door...'again'. DAMMIT!
"What???" I shouted back.
"C'mon! You're needed on set. We don't have all day here, we're losing daylight." This was a different person from the first interruption, and if it wasn't ONE person clawing at my attention, it was somebody else. Most people would have gone completely MAD by now!
"You said I could have five minutes!"
"Let's go, Erin. This is no time to play games. We've got work to do." They seemed to get pushier and pushier the closer we came to wrapping production on the film. And by 'they', I mean EVERYONE I was working with! We had a schedule to keep, a budget to maintain, and now that we were close to reaching the finish line, the director was getting antsy. Everything was a rush, everything had to be perfect, it was SUCH a pain in the ass sometimes! God...just one more week of this and it's OVER! I know that this is my passion and all, but GEEZ! I am soooo sick of constantly being pulled in a billion different directions at once. I can't even write a freakin' letter to my best friend without them hounding me every ten seconds!!! "ERIN???"
"Give me a second! I'm COMING!"
"We don't have a lot of time here, Erin."
"Gimme just a SECOND!!!" I shouted, frustrated, but trying to be somewhat 'professional' about it. My publicist would kick my ass if the 'tempermental actor' rumors started flying around about me. Image is everything to these people, afterall. "I'm getting...dressed." I added, hoping that would buy me a minute or two. He walked away from the door in a huff, and I tried to finish the letter up quickly. I wanted to write SO much more, but it didn't look like the rest of the world was going to give me the chance. Sighhh...this fucking SUCKS! Blake waited all this time, and this is the best I can send back to him? Well...I'm not going to let another day go by, and then have THAT day turn into another month. I'm just...I'm just going to finish this off, really quick, mail it to him, and hopefully make it up to him later. It's really all I can do. I hate the fact that it's all I can give, but at least Blake will know I care. So I finished.
"Listen, I can't stay too long. But I just wanted you to know that I'm doing ok, and I can't wait to come home and see you again. Take care of yourself, ok?
Budz forever,
- Erin"
I put a period on the end of the letter, knowing that it didn't really belong there. Not so soon in this handwritten piece of garbage. I sat looking sadly at the few undescriptive, unemotional, unappreciative lines of dialogue that I had just written down for my 'best' friend in the whole world. I wanted to add more, what seemed like a whole lifetime's worth of 'catch up' information. But looking at that piece of paper, I knew that these few phrases were all I could give him. And I was ashamed. Honestly 'ashamed'. I thought about crumpling it up to start over again, maybe waiting until I had another five minute break...just so I could take a little bit longer and give him somethng decent to read. But I pushed it out of my mind. A little something is better than nothing. This...insignificant piece of 'nothing'. I know he deserved so much more than this crap that took me all of two 'unfocused' minutes to write, but at least it was finished. I could send it out to be mailed and he could get it without waiting any longer to hear from me. I hope it's enough for now. Chances are, he's going to look at it and think it's such a fake piece of bullshit that I wrote to shut him up and keep him from bothering me. But the truth is, it wasn't an 'obligation' at all. I was TRYING to write to him! I was trying, I was trying, I was fucking TRYING...I just....I can't! I don't have time! I NEVER have time! I try, but I can't rest long enough to do anything for myself, much less anyone else. Or maybe it's me doing things for others that KEEPS me from doing anything for myself. I mean....I can't even think straight without somebody...
"LET'S GO, ERIN!!! Come on! Any time today!" Came a harsh female voice from the other side of my door, while she pounded loudly on the door to my trailer. I slammed the table with my fist in anger and just fucking gave up!
"FINE!!!" I screamed back at her. I felt like punching a hole in the wall, like just fucking stopping my entire life for just FIVE minutes out of my fucking day to answer ONE damn letter!!!! To just hide out, and not be found or tracked down or called or visited or socially 'held hostage' by ANYBODY!!! I wanted to quit this 'job' of mine, disconnect my phone, and avoid the whole planet...FOR JUST FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!!! Just long enough to do something that I really wanted to do. But...it didn't really look like that 'free time' thing was coming anytime soon. Certainly not today.
Defeated, I got up, weakened even 'more' by my frustrations, and left the letter on the table. I guess I'll just mail it as it is. Whatever. I'm sooo tired of fighting myself about it at this point. I just pray that Blake understands how hard it was for me to even write down that much. That at times like this, the fact that he GOT an answer should show him that I really, truly, deeply care for him.
But I'm kidding myself, aren't I? He's gonna hate me for it. I know it.
Going back out to stand in front of a camera for the next half hour or so while they light the scene correctly...my mind wandered back to Blake, and how he became such an important part of my life in the first place. Blake was one of those amazingly friendly boys that you meet and know that you'll love him for life after only a day or two of bathing in his warm and lovable presence. He was a sweetheart, but well camoflaged in the form of a boy who was just being 'cool'. Senisitive was NEVER a word we wanted to throw around. We met each other way back in the second grade when his class and mine just so happened to be sharing a bus on a field trip to the museum downtown. I didn't know what 'attractive' was at that particular time in my life. So cute wasn't the first thing that caught my attention when I first met him, but looking back...something inside of me must have seen that beautiful face of his and pushed me to get closer to him. He had a single dimple in his right cheek, and these irresistable chocolate brown eyes that drive me insane whenever the look at me directly. Then there was that short, slightly curly, wet-looking, mass of shiny almond colored hair. The kind of hair that you want to smash your face against and take a deep whiff of it's aroma. So soft that it hardly felt real when you touched it. God how I loved to sneak my fingertips into it's untangled embrace from time to time when he thought I was just being friendly. And he had these inviting lips that caused me to melt whenever I saw them in motion. He captivated me as we grew up together. He was such an awe inspiring boy...no wonder I later fell so deeply in love with him.
We sat together on the bus by chance, with him becoming my 'buddy' for the rest of the trip. I don't remember thinking much of it at first, but I DO remember being interested in what he was doing once the bus started rolling towards it's destination, forty five minutes away. He was making a little flip book animation out of his required museum pamphlet. I'm glad he got SOME use out of it. I watched silently, seemingly unable to pull myself away from what he was doing. I suppose that was my first fascination with a special someone. His activity captured my attention, and I found myself entranced by him. Line after line, page after page, he kept lifting up the bottom corner to draw another picture, showing a stick figure standing under a cliff with another stick figure dropping a heavy rock on his head. Considering we were all on a bus trip, and I was sitting next to someone I didn't even know...not to mention that HE was the one lucky enough to have the window seat, and he wasn't even paying attention to the passing scenery...I just sat there and watched him. Picture after picture, waiting almost excitedly for the rock to actually splatter its target so he would flip the pages in unison and let me see the final work. He finished soon after, and with a sweet little second grade smile, he let me see it in motion...for a seven year old, it was as classic as any black and white motion picture ever made. He even let me make one of my own on the top corners of the same pamphlet. Without so much as a formal introduction, we became friends before we knew what hit us. Before I even knew his NAME! I can't believe how long ago that seems now.
Flash forward to my 13th birthday, shortly before all of this glitzy showbiz craziness happened and I found myself baking under hot studio lights surrounded by people beyond my parents age all day long and beng told to 'act normal'. Blake was the only one of my friends who remembered to get me anything as a gift. The only one who remembered at all. He bought me this limited edition Spawn action figure, autographed by Todd McFarlane himself! I must have stared at it blankly for a full minute, afraid that I'd do something 'girly' like burst into tears or something if I looked him directly in those brown eyes. But I took a chance...and I looked. And it was then that I saw a reflection of something that I wasn't quite ready to accept just yet. "Th-th-thanks...Blake..." I mumbled, almost choked up at the idea. It was that day that I noticed something. Something going on in my heart that I had never really felt before. A gentle tug, a nudge, a warm sensation that built itself up out of nothing at all. And when I finally noticed Blake smiling in front of me...his shiny brown curls lightly swept over his forehead...his glistening eyes searching mine for some kind of reaction...I fell in love. Right there on the spot. I had been questioning myself for a while, about why I was always so tempted to look at other boys in their underwear or why I got a bit nervous around the really cute ones. I didn't want to be gay, God KNOWS I wanted to be ANYTHING but gay! But Blake came to me as if in a dream, and easily made the picture crystal clear, all in that one moment. I suddenly couldn't see myself happy with anyone else in this world. It was more confusing an emotion than a joyful one. I was so turned around that it felt more like being hit over the head with a hammer than falling in love. But there I was, locked in, for what I figured would be the rest of my life.
"Alright, where's Brandon? Let's do a few takes and get this overwith." The director sent out his 'sentries' to find me and Brandon, and a make up lady came over to dust my face with that awful powdery garbage, then using her hands to further straighten out my hair. Brandon came over to join me, we had the director show us our marks and run through the scene with us a couple of times...then we were ready to go to work.
It's never an easy thing, you know? Trying to stay in the camera's site, memorize your lines, try to act with some kind of believable performance, while pacing yourself to fit your lines within a certain time limit, not look at the camera, trying to ignore the 30 to 50 people running alongside you with microphones and stuff, and not think about the interested fans on the side of the street watching your every move. All while trying to walk to a certain 'mark' on the ground...which of course you can't look at or pay attention to. It's mind numbing. And even when you get it right, you may end up doing it ten more times anyway. Out of all the times I've ever repeated the same one or two minute long performance...my best ones were the ones that we never got on film. You can't imagine how much that sucks. Just think, if someone asked you to draw the same picture ten times in a row, the exact same way, and they take your best three drawings and toss them in the garbage. Instead they pick one of the others because...I dunno...the paper had an interesting wrinkle in the corner, or it was shinier, or because the producer said it would be cheaper to balance out the digital lighting on that one. Whatever. Once you get past the monotony of it all, the long hours, the repetition, the rigid structure and the need to make it look so effortless and easy, it's not so bad. But there are those few moments when I am lost in a dreamworld where I'm decapitating my co-workers one by one with a very DULL knife!
They set us up to start filming, and it was just Brandon and me having a short conversation. The scene shouldn't be that difficult, it was actually pretty short. The line was, 'How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?' And Brandon was supposed to respond with, 'Don't worry, Bobby...I've gotta fool proof plan. It'll work, just trust me.' Then he passes me in front of the camera, walks out of frame, and I say, 'I still think you should just talk to her first.' And he shouts 'Come on!' from off camera. Those few lines, in that short exchange, seems like it should be easy enough, doesn't it? Not hardly.
Take 1
"Rolling film...annnd...Action!" The director said, and we started walking.
"How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?" I said, mentally pacing my steps to never be too far ahead or too far behind Brandon. Not to mention that I couldn't block his face from the camera either.
"Don't worry, Bobby...I've gotta fool proof plan. It'll work, just trust me." He replied, and walked in front of me, but he stumbled a little bit and I guess the camera unfortunately caught the end of it on tape.
"CUT!" We stopped the scene. "Let's try that one again. We got you tripping a bit there Brandon. Take it slow, ok?"
Take 2
"Annnd....action!"
"How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?"
"Don't worry Bobby...I've gotta fool proof plan. It'll work, just trust me." Brandon walked in front of me flawlessly this time, taking his place on his mark off camera.
And then...out of nowhere...I drew a complete and total blank. SHIT! I paused for a second, trying to remember what the hell I was supposed to say next. Oh YEAH! I remember! "I still think you should..."
"CUT! Ok you guys, let's try it again." The director said, "Ok...Erin? The next line is, 'I still think you should just talk to her first.' Alright? Got it?"
"Yeah. Sorry." I said, trying to get my concentration back on track again.
"Ok, places everybody..."
Take 3
"Action!"
"How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?"
"Don't worry, Erin...I've gotta fool proof plan. It'll work, just trust me." Brandon said, and a smile broke out on my face beyond my control.
"Don't call me 'Erin', dude!" I giggled, and Brandon hid his face with a grin.
"Shit! Bobby! I mean Bobby!"
"CUT!"
Take 7
"Action!"
"How are you ever going to get....uhh..."
"Lisa?" Brandon giggled.
"Shut up! I know her name! Hehehe!"
"CUT!"
Take 10
"Action!"
"How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?"
"Don't worry, Bobby, I've gotta fool...a fool proof plan...that'll...hehehehe! Fuck!"
"CUT!" The director said. "Do you guys need a minute to stop laughing? Can we get through this today?"
"No...we got it. It's my fault." Brandon smiled, trying to get his composure back.
"Sorry." I added, and we straightened up.
"Alright folks, let's do it again."
Take 14
"Action!"
"How are you ever going to get Lisa to fall for you if you can't even talk to her?"
"Don't worry, Bobby...I've gotta fool proof plan. It'll work, just trust me."
Brandon walked in front of me and thankfully hit his mark perfectly. I say, "I still think you should just talk to her first." And....he didn't say anything. Nothing at all.
"CUT!" He was supposed to finish it up by yelling 'Come on!' off camera. Something we could hopefully dub in later. But as I saw the director let out a deep sigh and one of the camera guys cover their face...I could tell that this was going to be a long day.
Over and over again, sometimes a flubbed line, sometimes a brain freeze, sometimes one of us stepped a half an inch too far to the right or the left, and sometimes it just didn't look natural enough. By the time we finished the scene, I was honestly SICK of it! And there were only more scenes coming, longer ones, with more dialogue, with more emotional demands, with more movement and timing involved...if this thing goes one day over the expected wrapping time, I'm probably going to end up huddled up in the corner of some insane asylum somewhere, biting the skin on my fingertips. By the last scene of the night, in which we had to film on a set that was made up to look like Brandon's bedroom...I was exhausted. Sooooooo exhausted. And using up whatever little energy I had left in my worn out body...to NOT look exhausted on film. By the time I got back to the hotel, all I could do was lay back on the bed and just relax for about a half an hour.
Those first few minutes, my mind was blank. It was all a blur. I just didn't want to absorb anything else that evening. My brain felt like someone's leg muscles feel after running five miles. Just sore and worn out and downright lazy. But my mind always traveled back to Blake. Constantly fixing my focus on him so strongly that I can almost feel him hugging me. I just wished he wasn't so far away. I had only been away from home for about 4 months, but, God, how I missed his smile. I wanted to talk to him, to just...hear his voice for a while. To get that feeling of being there with him again. I miss those moments. But looking at the clock, it was already close to midnight, meaning it would be almost 2 am his time. He'd be sound asleep by now. Or at least his parents would be. Then I got an idea, and slowly lifted myself from the comfort of that hotel mattress.
Brandon was staying in a room on the floor above mine, and I figured I could use his laptop to send Blake an email. Just...a little something to say hello. I got on the elevator and there were two older boys and a girl that looked like she was about 12 years old at the most. I stepped on, and while the other two didn't notice me all that much, I noticed the girl's eyes get wide. I hit the next floor and just prayed that she didn't know who I was. "Please don't recognize me...please, please, please don't recognize me." I thought to myself. I was just recently getting to the point where I was getting recognized in the streets, and so far it hasn't really been that much of a huge problem. But I've been with Brandon in public before, and I've seen how awful it can get. You've never heard how unimaginably LOUD a pre-teen girl can scream until you've seen her stand face to face with one of her celebrity crushes. They've scared the living shit out of both of us on some occassions, and just 'hanging out' in public isn't really an option. We get stared at and followed and the whispers are deafening sometimes. It can be a very weird experience.
Thankfully, the elevator reached the next floor rather quickly. I had kept my head down the entire time and I think the girl doubted that it was even me. That alone saved me from what could have been an embarrasing situation. I got off the elevator and the doors closed behind me before she could put 2 and 2 together. Thank goodness. I made my way over to Brandon's room and knocked on the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Erin. I wanna ask you a favor." He opened the door and invited me in.
"Sure man, what's up?"
"Would you mind if I used your laptop again? I just wanted to send out an email to someone. I'll be quick about it."
"Again? Look at you, trying to keep in contact with the outside world." He grinned. "Go ahead. It's over on the dresser." I sat down on the floor, with my back against his bed, and started it up so that I could send out a little message in a bottle for Blake to read. Sighhh...as tired as I was, at least I had a few minutes of peace and quiet. "I'm gonna take a shower, cool?" Brandon said, and my fingers stopped typing.
"Huh?" My thoughts suddenly sprung up and the idea, no...FANTASY, of Brandon naked danced in front of my eyes.
"I'm gonna take a shower." He repeated.
"Um...o-ok..." I said, trembling inside. I won't lie to you, I got hard as a rock almost instantly. I won't even PRETEND to not know how lucky I was to be within a few feet of Hollywood's Brandon Maylor! Forget a pre-teen GIRL...*I* was almost ready to scream!
I heard him close the door and turn on the water while he undressed. Wow...I was trying to get my concentration back on the screen, but once the shower started and I could hear the water bouncing off of what must be one of the sexiest teen bodies on Earth...I got a little flustered. Damn heterosexuals and the candy they bring with them! Finally, I typed out a short email to Blake. Nothing long or overly important. Basically it was just telling him that I was having fun. I told him about us screwing up the scenes earlier that day, and when I heard the water shut off in the shower, I ended it letting him know that I missed him.
I sent it off, and before I shut the laptop down, Brandon came out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts and a white tshirt. Did he KNOW what he was doing to me? Jesus! He had a glaring white towel in his hair, and when he used it to dry his hair, I couldn't HELP but to look down and see a soft jiggle in the front of his boxers. Not hard, but they were sort of clinging to his damp body, and there was enough to just show a little bulge in the front. And when he walked past me to turn on the tv, I could see the fabric fall gently between the scrumptious cheeks of his ass. That boy was a work of art from head to toe.
Just then, I saw that I had a return email....and it was from BLAKE!!! My mind was yanked away from Brandon so fast that I almost forgot why I was staring at him in the first place. I opened it and it said, "It's about TIME!" That was it, but it lifted my heart so high that I literally began smiling from ear to ear.
Fidgeting in my space on the floor, I typed back, "What the hell are YOU doing up at this time of night on a school night?"
He answered, "Same thing you are, superstar! Looking at porn! :)" I giggled a bit out loud. If only he knew that my particular porn was sitting here in the room next to me. Probably wondering what I was giggling about.
Brandon's cell phone rang, and he got up from the bed to dig through his clothes to answer it while Blake and I exchanged a few playful emails. I heard Brandon say, "Erin? Uhh...no, he's not in here. Maybe he went to get something to eat downstairs or something?" Brandon motioned for me to let me know that they were searching for me. "Ok. Yeah. If I see him, I'll tell him. K, bye." He hung up the phone. "The warden's looking to give you a rewrite for tomorrow's scenes dude. He's coming up to drop mine off in a few minutes."
"A re-write? ANOTHER one? Why don't they just leave it the way that it is?"
"Probably because they think we'll be able to LEARN it or something." Brandon teased. "Either way, you'd better get back down to your room before they go searching for you. They get pissed pretty easily."
"Yeah, yeah...I'm going." I groaned. Then I typed in to Blake, "Listen, I have to run. Ok? I wish I could talk more."
"More than three sentences? Yeah...it must be hard to beat that record." He replied. "Bye."
I was going to leave it at that, but then I decided to send ONE more email! "Hey Blake, will you...be home tomorrow night?" I asked.
I think it surprised him a bit. "Yeah, I think so. Why?"
"Can I call you?"
There was a pause, and then he wrote back with, "Cool!" Followed by, "Here's my number..."
"I REMEMBER your number, dickhead! Just be there!" And with that, I shut off the laptop, and stood up on my feet.
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