i dare you | mileven au

six.

        eleanor was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking over and over her script. her concentration was at a maximum. nothing, except herself, could get her out of this trance once she had entered it. her eyes scanned the words on the paper as if they were naturally programmed to do so. some people would definitely get headaches by reading so intensively for so long.

the black lines scattered all over the white sheet were basically an eyegasm for her. it was almost hard to believe the amount of time she spent reading it. she wore her glasses on the tip of her nose and reread the same words ten to fifteen times each. she memorized every little corner of her paper, not missing a single part. whether it was hers or someone else's, she memorized everything. it was like an automatism to store everything inside her brain.

her memory acted like a calculator, just stocking information that would be helpful later on. after all, it was possible for someone in her crew to get sick. just in case.

reading this script was an escape for her. whenever she needed to clear out her head, it was there. whenever she felt she had an overflow of emotion, it was there. that's why she loved the theater. many saw it as an obsession and that's exactly why she had earned the nickname "the weird one" over time. her attachment to the theater was too intense for others to understand. it didn't necessarily bother her that people saw her that way, on the contrary. if loving the theatre meant being weird, so be it.

she never understood why people were so interested in her hobbies though. they basically just wanted something to laugh at her. she would never give up acting because of people like that, it was far too important to her. it allowed her to be someone else for a while and to see the world in a different light. being passionate about it was not a crime, it was even hopper who encouraged her to try it out and she was very grateful to him.

by playing other people, she could simply step back and just exist. yes, learning her parts was mandatory for her class, but she didn't see it as a task or an assignment. at least most of her friends in the drama club felt the same way, so she felt less alone... sometimes.

after a while of studying her eyes began to scream for help and were begging for a break. eleanor was a very stubborn girl but she knew when she has to listen to her body. she put down the script on her bedside table next to her and picked up her phone, which she had abandoned far away in her blankets. she took off the do not disturb mode and immediacy noticed a bunch of unusual notifications.

one stood out more than the others. she pressed it and was taken directly to imessage.

you were added to a new group
***** changed the group name to "max and her hoes 🏄‍♂️"

max🫣
hiiiii, how are my hoes doing ?

lickass🫦
now why the hell is my nickname that

max🫣
why not.
anyway this group chat is to celebrate this new friendship

dustybun🍑
i have a cute ass ?

max🫣
don't tell lucas i said that, but yes you do

lickass🫦
i'm like right there???

mrs.wheeler
what is this group chat
WHY IS MY NAME THAT
MAXINE
WTF

max🫣
hiiiiii el, i didn't think you'd pick up your phone that soon
how was your script study session ?