Shuck Face (A Dylan O'Brien Story)

Chapter 11

Tonight we all gathered in Thomas' room since he was told to take it easy. He ended up with a pretty bad concussion so they put him on some painkillers.

    "I thought you never tripped, Tom." Will said as he walked into the room.

    "Blame it on Charlie. She ordered someone to scare me to death."

    "I did not! How was I supposed to know you would get scared again when he just jumped out at you FIVE MINUTES PRIOR!"

    Thomas attempted to throw a pillow at me, but it only went a couple of inches before falling to the ground. Kaya walked in with a massive platter of something and set it on the table. When she pulled off the top, it was a mountain of candy. Hartley grabbed my arm and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Candy Mountain, Charlie. It's a land of sweets and joy and joyness. Let's go to Candy Mountain Charlie!"

"Ugh thanks but no thanks, I'm gonna stay out here." I elbowed her in the side.

"What the fuck was that?" Dexter asked, looking at us dumbfounded.

My eyes widened. "You've never seen the Charlie the Unicorn videos on YouTube?"

Everyone shook their head no. Hartley and I looked at them in disbelief.

"What about Llama's with Hats?"

"Uh yeah no..."

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!"

We proceeded to bring out a laptop and show everyone the videos of Charlie and Candy Mountain and Llamas with Hats. These are the absolute dumbest videos which I think is why they're so hilarious. Eventually everyone was in hysterics. Ki, Thomas, and Dylan had tears streaming down their face from laughing so hard.

"These were the greatest things I have ever seen." Ki choked out in between laughs.

"Let's play Call of Duty."

These jokers had two TV's and two X-Boxes with two controllers each. They logged into Will and Dylan's accounts so they could start the game.

"Yeah, let's kill some mother fuckers!" Thomas slurred through the whole sentence. His painkillers were full force now.

"TB, are you going to be able to play this? You're sounding like you're high as a kite right now."

He waved his hand dismissively.

Dylan and I started out playing against Thomas and Will.

"Dammit, Thomas, you're supposed to be killing people, not waltzing around."

Thomas kept mumbling incoherently.

The game continued with Thomas acting a fool, Will yelling at him, and Dylan and I yelling obscenities at the TV. Thomas finally lost his playing rights when he started making weird sounds.

"Pew.... Pew pew bitch." He started giggling at himself. "Bang bang motherfucker."

At this point, Hartley and Kaya pulled out their phones and started recording him. Will finally dropped his controller and gaped at him.

"Thomas are you seriously "pew pewing" at the bloody television?! That's it. You're done! Dexter, get over here and take his place. Dylan and Charlie are destroying us."

The door opened and Jacob walked in with Rosa.

"Oh, is this the new Call of Duty?"

I tossed him my controller. "Yes, now play on Dylan's team so I can go check on druggie over there."

Jacob took my place on the couch and I walked over to Kaya and Hart who were huddled around Thomas trying to get him to eat.

"TB you are stoned out of your mind. Eat your dinner and go lay down."

He pointed a finger in my face. "Are you my mum?"

I swatted his hand away. "No but you should listen to me, silly man."

Finger in face AGAIN. "Have you seen my mum?

I bit his finger. He squealed.

"Ouch Charlie. You bit my finger. That really hurt Charlie."

Everyone in the room, including me, burst out laughing.

"Of course you've seen that video."

All I got was a giggle before he finally stuffed some chicken into his mouth.

"Charlie, your phone is ringing."

Will tossed me my cell when I turned around.

"Hey, Wes. Everything okay?"

Wes' voice flooded into my ear. "Have you eaten dinner yet? I hate to do this, but I really need you to come help me figure out some stuff. The doc said Thomas probably shouldn't do anything for the next couple of days, so we need to go ahead and get some scenes that don't involve him out of the way."

"I hadn't made a plate yet. I can meet you."

"Call Mike. I'll text him the address of a restaurant nearby. We can eat and talk. I'll see you in a few."

I slid my phone in my back pocket and put my jacket on.

"Where are you going?"

Before I answered, I texted our driver, Mike, and asked him to come pick me up. "Wes called. We need to rethink the schedule for the next few days since TB is out. We're gonna work over dinner."

Dylan tossed his controller to Kaya and stood up. "I'll walk you out."

"I'll see you guys later!"

Dylan and I stepped into the elevator. "When do you think you'll be back?"

He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I slid my arms around his waist.

"I'm not sure. It's already 7:30. There's a good chance I'll just go back to my hotel afterwards since it'll probably be late."

His lips pressed into my hair. "I meant to talk to you about that. I know you guys leave kind of early cause our hotels are like 30 minutes away from each other. Why don't you two just move over here? We have the whole hotel to ourselves. There are still a few empty rooms on my floor."

I pulled back a little so I could look up at him. "You want us to come stay down the hall for the rest of filming?"

Dylan shrugged a little. "Yeah, that way you wouldn't have to leave so early. When you get tired, you just walk down the hall. Maybe we could even start riding together to and from set."

"Uh I go in an hour before everyone else. Ha I don't think you're going to want to ride with me TO set. Aren't you... uh... I dunno. Aren't you worried we'll get sick of each other?"

"Charleston... I don't know your middle name Sutton. I'm only guaranteed the next 7 weeks with you. There's no chance I'm gonna get sick of you. Just because we work together and then see each other every night after, doesn't mean we spend TOO much time together. I barely get to talk to you on set. And we never get any alone time. So maybe I will start waking up and going in early if it means I get to be alone with you."