Behind The Lens
Chapter 4
(Brent's POV)
I leaned on the doorbell and waited.
DingDongDingDongDingDongDingDongDingDongDingDongD—
“What the fuck?!” Aubry spat as he flung open the door. I smiled cockily at him and pushed my way in, swaying my hips.
“Brent.”
“…here we go…come with me…there’s a world out there that we should see…” I sang and twirled around his small living room, crashing into a wooden coffee table.
“Brent.” Aubry spat. “What are you doing here?”
“To work on the project!” I smiled innocently, brushing my burgundy waves away from my face with my bandanna.
“Brent. It’s. Six. In. The. Fucking. Morning.”
“I brought the videocamera!” I lifted the shiny silver thing with my right hand and smiled at Aubry. “You like it, short stack?”
Aubry peered at it carefully. “This is a 200 dollar camera. Why is there a smudge of silver nail polish on it?”
I lifted up my fingers. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Aubry sighed. “And what the hell are you wearing?” I looked down. Neon yellow jeans. Bright pink shirt. Purple leather jacket. There was NOTHING wrong with it. RIGHT?!
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY OUTFIT?!” I screeched. Aubry immediately clamped a hand over my mouth, his eyes wide.
I licked his hand and he let go, squealing in the process. Then, suddenly, a screech of…French, I think, poured out from the top of the staircase.
I had no idea what this crazy woman was screeching on about, but it was so hard to take her seriously when her hair was up in pink curlers. I had to stifle my laugh as my Shawty talked back to the woman in French, with his strange accent and his strange language.
“I have to go change; then we can leave.” Aubry mumbled, then ran up the stairs. He came back down momentarily.
“What is wrong with my outfit?” I demanded, putting my hands on my hips. “I am not leaving this house until you tell me.”
Aubry sighed, then examined me, head-to-toe. “You’re just so out there. I don’t…I just…nevermind.” He sighed, then spoke something in French. His reply came in the sign of a door slamming.
“Do you speak French?” I asked him on the way to the park.
“It’s German, you…” he mumbled something in German.
“What?”
“I called you a dumbass in German.” Aubry mumbled. God, this boy mumbled a lot.
“SO!” I jumped onto the edge of the fountain once we reached the park. “I have the questionsss!”
Aubry sighed and sat down on the ledge. “Fine. I’ll ask you first.”
Party pooper.
“Name.”
“Brent Michael Essery!”
“Age.”
“God, couldn’t this get any more borin— “
“Age.”
“17.”
“Sex.” Aubry sighed after this one, then closed his eyes. Male was clearly written in Aubry’s beautiful handwriting.
“Hey, who said I was a male?”
Aubry froze.
“Just kidding! I’m a guy. I think. Well, the last time I went to the bathroom— “
“I do not need to know about this.” Aubry sighed and went down the list. “Hobbies.”
“Singing, fashion design, painting my nails, dyeing my hair, putting on masca— “
“Makeup,” Aubry interrupted. “Cool.”
“Now shut up and let me have my turn.” I paced around the fountain, pulling out a sparkly orange pen. “Name.” Aubry looked sleepy; his eyes were drowsy and fluttering to his lower lids.
“Moron.”
“Age.” Aubry’s jaw was drooping a bit now as he mumbled his responses.
“Sixteen.”
“Sex.” Hush, little baby, don’t you cry…
“Male.” …papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird… I slowly inched to Aubry, our lips only an inch away. No notice whatsoever.
“Who would you want to marry?” I whispered in his ear. …and if that mockingbird don’t sing… Aubry’s eyelids were shut now, his chin in his hand.
“A boy.” He mumbled sweetly, sighing. …papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring… I puckered up right next to Aubry’s lips, feeling his breath on my upper lip. And that’s when I knew I had him.
Aubry’s head suddenly snapped up. He looked startled that I was so close to him, but he had bigger issues on his mind. “Hey!” His face flushed that crimson red again, and his eyes averted towards the ground. “What are you doing?! That wasn’t on the questionnaire!”
I smirked at him, jumping off the fountain and leaving. “Where are you going?!” He yelled after me. “We’re not done! You don’t have everything you need to know!”
“I have all I need to know, babe.” I grinned innocently, flailing away.
Bingo.
(Aubry's POV)
"Stupid, no good Brent." I kicked at the dirty while walking after him/
"Brent! Stop!" I exclaimed, I grabbed a handful of pebbles off the ground and chucked them as far as I could. Crossing my arms, I pouted and turned away.
"Ow! Fucking raining rocks?" I heard a distant scream. Never in my life have I laughed so hard.
