Proxy One-shots

"You brought your dog?"

"What's your fucking problem, Alex?" Tim asked, annoyance seeped into his voice. "You've been so hard to deal with since..."

"Look, all I asked was for Seth to press the record button once." Alex, in his obnoxious black and blue striped hoodie, glared at the man with sideburns and a faint smell of cigarette smoke. "There was no need to stop recording."

"We weren't even rehearsing. We were on break," Tim's brows furrowed. He couldn't understand what was so important about filming during the breaks.

"Well, it doesn't matter now. The footage is all gone anyways."

"He was trying to save our tapes," Tim shrugged with his hands still contained in his coat pockets.

"We have enough tapes, that's not an issue." Tim could tell Alex's face was beginning to turn red and his hands started to fidget with the hem of his jacket. He was terrified.

"I don't see what the issue is. It's not like you're paying us for this stupid fucking film."

"Why the hell would I pay you? For this kind of treatment?" Alex scoffed. He turned back to shuffling around the papers that were decorated with bold, scratchy pen marks. His movements were frivolous.

"Listen, all I'm saying is that you've had a stick up your butt for the past month. What the hell is going on man?"

The shuffling stopped. "It's none of your business."

Tim sighed and ran a hand through his short brown hair. He needed a shower. "Even Sarah is noticing the difference. She to-"

"Don't," Alex snapped back around, his fist clenched around an already crumbled up paper. "Don't bring her into this."

It was quiet for a while. Both men just started the other down. Tim's usual calm and collected demeanor was slowly melting away to anger. Alex had already reached that point, but he was hardly ever calm to begin with, especially in the past few weeks.

"We're just worried."

"Nothing's wrong," Alex snapped out. His breathing was shaken and his knuckles had turned white a while ago. "I'm just tired, that's all."

"Sure." Tim hesitated to agree with Alex. He had a wild and feral look in his eyes. Something was clearly up, but he wouldn't spit it out. "But can you stop screaming at when things don't go your way?"

"I'll try," Alex, once again, snapped in the same tone before he turned back to search for the flash drive. He just wanted to be left alone. He needed to find that flash drive with the footage on it.

"You mentioned that the footage was all gone?"

It took a moment for Alex to finally answer him. His voice came out calm this time, instead of strained and tense like he was the rest of the time. "The whole tape got corrupted. We can't use it."

"So that means..."

"We're going to have to film it. Again." Alex groaned. He finally found the flash drive he was looking for and hastily plugged it into his laptop.

"Shit," Tim cursed under his breath. That scene was difficult, not because of the acting required for it, but because Alex had been so difficult in that scene in particular. "Why don't we change locations? We don't need another dog incident."

Alex nodded. He typed a few things into the laptop. "Sure. Sounds perfect."

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Had to type this up for a class! Hope your guys like this little oneshot