Performing for you 16#

Frederick
"I don't only beat people in staring contests" I joked, shifting myself into a comifer position on the wall.

Cali
"And what are other ways you beat people, hmm?" I asked and opened uo the camera. Hey, if he wasn't going to do any work, I would.

Frederick
"I beat people by being worst at sports" I noticed, this was true. I failed PE in high school, I remember once I tried to kick the football but missed and lost my balance landing in the mud. Let's just say, my mother made me clean my clothes by hand. It's not that I don't enjoy sports, I like football, it's more the fact I am absolutely terrible at it.

Cali
"Join the club", I snorted."One time I threw a basketball in this one girl's face, completely involuntarily (??), and to cut the long story short, I knocked her up, so sports are not actually my thing", I frowned reminding myself of that story. Why did I even tell this guy about me? He obviously cares nothing about me in that way, so why didn't I keep it professional?

Frederick
I laughed slightly, "How did you actually manage that? Isn't the ball supposed to go into the basket rather than girls' faces?" I asked.

Cali
"Skills", I answered, quite glad he didn't pick up on my comment. That's one hell of a story there, and one I didn't wish to tell to anybody, let alone this guy, to drive him away.

Frederick
I smiled, looking back to my script, knowing I would have to learn it no matter what I thought of it or how hot the cameraman was. But actually reading the words was hard, they just merged (?) together in an unreadable squiggle.

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Cali
I lead Richie to my flat, just outside the middle of the town, you know, where the prostitutes and paedophiles live. I'm joking, but not really. Melissa was walking around here *heey*. It was really hot today, so I felt like a sinner in a church, a pig in the oven, a cheater in front of his ex... You get me. And yet he looked flawless, how and why?"This is my lovely street where the outcasts hang. Drugs are a common sighting and there are more strippers than I've sen in a strip club. Lovely."

Frederick
"Should I be more worried that you've been to a strip club?" I asked, glancing around the street. I wasn't nervous, no, I used to live somewhere similar to this in California. Literally all there was were prostitutes and drug dealers, a horrible street really, but the rent was cheap. They were bad times.

Cali
"I've been to a number of places you'd dread." I dragged my feet into the building and up three flights of stairs."We're on floor two, so if you want you can jump out if you want to. Meeeeel!" I knocked on the door with my fist."Mel you asstwat! Open up!" Mel, a mess of blonde curls and sleepy eyes, peeked out of the door."You are an asstwat." "Twat is female genitals." "Oh, sheesh, I've seen more than you." She removed herself from the door so I pushed my way in.

Frederick
I curiously followed behind Cali, glancing at the Mel girl. She was pretty, yes, hey can't a guy like me say that? I guess not. I also guess that she is Cali's girlfriend, considering they live together. Plus no one but couples insult each other like that.

Cali
When Mel threw me a death glare, I looked at Richie in apology."She's always like that. Sorry. I thing her dad and my day were fraternity bros so they taught us cynism, sarcadm and irony respectivly." I sprawled across the sofa."Home sweet home."

Frederick
I blinked slightly in confusion. "Makes sense" I said, with a small nod. "So you and, erm, Mel. You're friends right?" I asked, trying my damndest not to stare at him on the sofa.

Cali
I snorted loudly into the pillow and pushed myself up into a sitting position. I patted the spot next to me."No. We're far from friends." I turned off the shitty music she put."We're sharing a flat and that's it. I guess you could call her a friend." The thought made me laugh. Me and Mel? More than friends? Ha. First, we both like boys. Second, she's annoying. Third, she snores. Fourth, I once stole her boyfriend. We'd make quite a couple, eh?

Frederick
I smiled lightly and sat down on the seat he had offered. Well, at least they were just friends. Maybe I have a chance. Ah, no chance of that, I mean, he is as hot as a fire. Which means he can get any girl he could possibly dream of having.

Cali
"So, lines. I'm no actor, but I might advise you about emotions and deep memories and whatever you guys do. Mel get your ass outta here." I shooed Mel over. Mel grabbed a bag and, swearing, walked out of the flat. Hehe. I was now alone with him. If i wad lucky...

Frederick
"I am sure you will be a hell of a lot better than any of those I will be working with during this production" And hottest. Shush. Focus. I grabbed my script and opened it up.

Cali
I snorted again "Yeah right. I think your actress got your eye on you so she can help with 'lovey dovey' shit." I didn't want that girl to help him. I wanted to help him. In any way possible. In all ways possible. Yes, you know what I mean.

Frederick
My nose scrunched slightly at that. I knew exactly what he meant. That girl was incredibly annoying. It has been so tempting to just grab Cali and snog him in front of her, but I know that would go wrong in two ways. One people would treat me differently because as soon as one comes out it seems to everyone that you are a completely different person. Then Cali would probably hit me and never want to see me again. "I'd much rather shag a dog"

Cali
Shag ME! "I wouldn't recommend. Poor Fluffy and Rex. I can report you for bestiality", I said and curled my legs beneath me. Yay for loose jeans; it felt like normal trousers, except, like, hot. And I don't even know where I got the white tee with a hipster print; gift, probably. Fully dressed, and I felt so inadequate.

Frederick
I chuckled lightly, "I wasn't planning on doing so, as that would be simply disgusting" I noticed, with a quick glance in his direction. I needed to stop doing that, or one day I will just not be able to tear my eyes away from him. I don't want to move my gaze away from him, but, y'know, it's rude to stare.

Cali
If he kept distracting me we'd get no work done. Not that I minded. I removed my eyes from him with my cheeks flushing a bit, I felt the heat. What was with me? I don't blush."So, ermm", I said in a lame attempt of starting a conversation. But he was so damn gorgeous, I didn't stare for no reason.

Frederick
"The script yes. Are you okay with playing a female character?" I asked, flipping a couple of pages in the script, trying to focus on the script as much as possible.

Cali
For you, anything."Yeah sure." Cis straight white crackers. I want to see a girl couple. I want to see more black people. Shit, no, everybody is white and straight and cis. I was mad at writers. Can't you piss off? Writers are why gay people can't come out. Pressure, and being alone. I was alone, too. Kiss me, I sent telephatical messages to him.

Frederick
I scanned through my lines quickly, getting into character. "This is ridiculous! You know I would never leave my wife for you! You're a student for Christ's sake" I said, not glancing down at the script. I love acting, I love becoming another character; seeing their thoughts, their dreams, their everything. My eyes flashed with anger as I got into the character more.