♪ I close my eyes and just
Aim blindly at the sun
And hear love... ♫
• • •
I took a step outside and, yet again, the hot air mercilessly blew over my face (and all over the rest of my body, too, but my face felt most of it, anyway). I wore white long sleeves, white pants, white shoes--everything was white, basically.
But, this is no time for drama over some mere thing such as my thick clothes increasing the temperature or the sun's brightness blinding us all, this is something I was long used to ever since shortly after I took up this job. And it wasn't only me feeling this way.
Last Night, the mansion was almost deserted, considering it was huge, and that there were only a handful of people staying for the night. That would be me, Ben, Matt, the owner; Will, and a couple of maids.
But today, there were so many people preparing the set. They were no other than the crew, who yesterday decided to return to their own hotels when I couldn't make it here during daytime. Each one of them were busy setting up and passing by so fast that I was reminded of rush hour under the sea, when fish would swim past each other, as if they all had appointments they were late for.
My first thoughts were to look for Ben, the only one who wasn't meant to be here. When I woke up, he was gone, and I thought maybe he wandered around the mansion grounds and got lost, or something, but I pushed that thought off my mind, since Ben wasn't some five-year old child.
I wore my shades and walked to the set. Ben could use some alone time, away from my weirdness. I, on the other hand, have some work to do.
As I walked over by a wall, I heard a familiar voice on the other side.
"What were you even doing in the middle of nowhere?" I heard Matt talking as he was fixing up the set. Well, since he was talking to someone who supposedly popped up from 'the middle of nowhere', I concluded that he was talking to Ben.
"I like going around in the desert. It helps me relax." There was a short pause, then Ben spoke again:
"What is the function of this thing?", he said quietly. It sounded like he was helping Matt prepare for shooting.
"That's a tripod, it's a kind of 'stand' for this."
"What's that?"
"A camera, silly."
"Hmm... Looks kind of different from the one I've seen..." Seriously. Was Ben locked up in a cage all his life? I better remind myself to take him to school, or something. When I finally got near enough to see them, I took off my shades, and the sudden brightness made me squint my eyes.
"What exactly have you seen, Ben-o?" I joined in the conversation, straightening my folded sleeves.
"Well--" Ben faced me and I smiled at his confused expression.
"Well, I only ever saw them in my books." he moved his hands around, gesturing something that may have been a book. I remembered the book he was reading yesterday, and I concluded that maybe those books were outdated.
"Seriously?" I raised one eyebrow in disbelief. "Ben, have you been living under a rock?"
"Under a rock?" he sounded disturbed. Matt looked at him, then at me, as if Ben and I were pulling some sort of supposedly comedic skit.
"Hah, nevermind." I messed up Ben's hair. "Eaten Breakfast?
"I'm about to eat breakfast wth Mr. Berman--did you see the canines?" Ben said.
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We Care (MGMT: Bendrew)
Fanfiction(Dedicated to the best friend relationship of Andrew & Ben of MGMT) Andrew is an Astrophysicist traveling all over the Earth, working on his documentary, as well as searching for new discoveries about Outer Space. On one of his explorations, he enc...
