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"Chandelier" -Will Paquin -
September 5th, 2002 10:34pm
Your eyes gazed to the balcony outside your bedroom window, noticing a bright yellow sticky note against the glass.
You got up from your bed, moving the bedsheets as your body shifted. Your feet scrambled to the window, unlatching it to grab the note.
As soon as it was in your grasp, your eyes curiously gazed over the words.
'Thank you'
Your mind returned to the previous night, the memory of you stopping the teen that lives next to you from jumping off the ledge.
You let your legs step onto the concrete balcony, your eyes quickly gazing to the left balcony.
No one to be found.
Though, you had an idea.
You rushed back into your room, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil.
A simple note, you decided to write back,
'What's your name?"
You then carefully folded the note into a paper airplane, attaching a paper clip to the nose of the plane. You stepped back onto the balcony, launching your paper plane to the other side.
You sat on the windowsill, staring down at your feet as the crickets and cicadas chirped and sung their songs of night.
To your surprise, a paper plane landed next to your feet, your head whirring around only to catch a glimpse of dirty blonde hair before it disappeared into the house smooshed next to yours.
You picked the plane up, seeing surprisingly neat handwriting underneath your initial note.
'Brian'
- October 4th, 2009 7:45am
You sat across from Jay, a camera propped next to him, trained onto you. It creeped you out a little bit, though you didn't care enough to say anything.
"How've you been, Jaybird?" Your eyes focused on his, him seemingly smiling at the use of an old nickname from the past.
"I've been okay, thanks for asking." His smile lingered as he fidgeted with some papers.
"I was gonna ask if you could do a screen-test? It would help me out a lot." Jay stuttered, obviously still as timid as he always used to be.
"Yeah, it's chill." You leaned back in your seat, preparing to answer questions.
"Alright so, you remember the uh, director of Marble Hornets, Alex?" Jay began. "Kralie?" You asked. "Yeah, I remember him vaguely. I was never too close to him, but I, uh.. I knew him a bit back in high school."
"Ah, and uh, did you ever notice anything off about Alex and his directing.. style?" Jay's words seemed hesitant, though you didn't openly question it.
"I mean, he's always been kind of a stern-ish guy but I'd say he seemed kind of a dick during production." You laughed at your own joke, Jay smiling a bit at the sudden mood-lift.
"Ah, did he ever seem.. paranoid? During production?"
You tried to remember, though most of it is hazy. "I actually don't remember a lot from then, but I could tell he was stressed out a lot more than a student filmmaker should be." You put your hands behind the back of your head, lazily leaning back.
"That makes sense," Jay nods slightly, visibly thankful for your cooperation. You've always been a rather open-minded person, yet observant.
Jay's hands were shaky, and rather slender—his tendons and a few veins visible from him only doing the bare minimum.
"I, er.. do you have any contact with any of the previous actors? Like Tim, Sarah or Brian?"
Your face deadpanned, that name ringing so many bells in your head, the memories you can remember from your teenage and young adult years flooding back to you in a heartbeat.
Jay quietly murmuring your name to get your attention brought you back from your own avalanche of thoughts.
"Oh- uh, no. I haven't talked to any of them since the production ended and everyone kinda went off to do their own things.. y'know?"
Jay clicked his tongue, shuffling through some papers. You gazed up at his face, half hidden by the hat that sat comfortably atop his head. You can't believe he kept it after all these years.
"Any reason you're trying to get in contact with them?" You asked, sitting up properly to a default sitting position.
"Er.. it's uh, it's kinda.. you know.. like a nostalgia thing? Just kinda wanna get the group back together." Jay stuttered, letting out a nervous laugh seconds after.
"One, you're terrible at lying, just like you've always been. Two, have you gotten in contact with anyone else? Three, how the fuck did you know where I live?"
Jay sucked in a breath of air, rubbing the back of his neck out of pure embarrassment.
"You're the only one I've been able to find, and I uh, I asked Charlie for your address."
"And he fucking told you?" A look of bewilderment came upon you, a loud sigh coming after it. It's amazing that your own twin brother would rat you out like that.
You raised an eyebrow, too tired to even give a shit about it at this point. You stood up, dusted yourself off and looked back up at your old friend.
"I gotta head to work soon, so if you could kindly see yourself out, that'd be great." You half-sarcastically stated, your hands resting in your pockets.
"Oh, uh.. yeah, that's fine. Could I at least get your number?" Jay questioned, an awkward smile forming on his face as he picked up on your humoring manner.
You grasped his phone from his hand, punched in your number into a new contact and handled it back.
"I'll see you later?" He questioned.
"That is, if you need any help with whatever wacky tacky shit you're working on, but sure." You gave him a tired smile before waving him off.
