Lights, Cameras, Maze Runner! (completed)

eight (part one)

Today is July 5. It's been one week and one day since my breakup with Connor, and life has been great. Thomas and I have been growing closer each and every day. We always eat lunch, and if he's not busy, he accompanies me on the drink run. It's nice having company. In addition, we've spent the night together every night, in the least sexual way possible. It's comforting to feel like I have a relationship that isn't just about sex. We actually get along really well.

Yesterday, the entire cast and crew went out to the beach to celebrate July 4. Thomas, Will, and Kaya were all very interested in experiencing this American holiday. We all swam in the ocean, and after sundown, we went to the pub on the beach. This was Will's favorite part. In the pub, a DJ played classic rock and patriotic songs to help celebrate the holiday. It was a blast.

I've also been growing closer to Will, Kaya, and Dylan. Ki and I are still friends, but he's shy as an individual. He opens up more in groups, surprisingly enough. Will and I always talk about our home lives together. Unlike me, Will has two sisters and one brother in London. I always tease him about the American accent he has to use when we film.

Kaya is now of equal rank in my life as Mallory.

If we were in high school, Dylan would be the class clown. He's always making the cast and crew laugh between takes. I love seeing the struggle for the cast to keep straight faces during takes when they were just laughing at Dylan seconds before. It's quite an adjustment. First, they'll be smiling and happy, then the cameras will start rolling, and the actors have to fight for their lives. Having Dylan on the set sure keeps things interesting.

Right now, I'm in the costume tent. As usual, I'm helping Mary, Sarah, and Michelle round up actors to get into their costumes.

"Kelsey, dear, can you find Sangster for me?" requests Sarah.

"Sure." I walk over to the door of the truck and open it, sticking my head out into the scorching Louisiana heat. "THOMAS? THOMAS SANGSTER?" I holler into the open.

I see him over in the middle of the field with Dylan and Wes. Dylan's holding a camera, and pointing and laughing at Thomas. Jesus, I think. Not again with those damn behind the scenes videos! Dylan does them constantly!

Thomas turns at the mention of his name. "Yes, love?" he yells back.

"Time to get into costumes!"

He jogs over with Dylan, who's still holding the camera. "Thomas and the fans like it when you scream for him," Dylan says to me as he and Thomas enter the costumes truck, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. He holds the camera right in front of my face, and I take note of the red stain on his shirt the size of a baseball.

"Dylan, I swear, if the fans weren't watching, I would be slapping you right now," I growl. Thomas winks at me as he walks by to go get into his costume.

"Yeah? And you'd need a trampoline to reach my face because you're so damn short!"

I glare at him as Thomas, Mary, Sarah and Michelle are sent into laughter. 

Dylan turns the camera and steps closer to me so the lens sees both me and him as he gives me a hug. "It's okay, Kelsey. I know you love me and my jokes, mean or sexual!"

I give the camera a yeah, right look. "This is what happens on the set of The Maze Runner, and when you work with Dylan O'Brien. You're subject to constant and endless teasing."

Mary looks over at Dylan and notices the red stain on his shirt. "Dylan!" she snaps. "What the hell did you do to your shirt?"

He looks down and begins to laugh, still focusing the camera on us. "Oh, that? Yeah, I was shaking a bottle of ketchup about twenty minutes ago so I could eat a cheeseburger, but I don't think the top was on tight enough because it came flying off and half the bottle got on this shirt!"