Shuck Face (A Dylan O'Brien Story)

Chapter 26

As if on cue, the group hug broke up and Wes waved his hand to grab everyone's attention.

"Time for lunch everyone. We can take a long one today."

After we all made our plates and sat down, Hartley pulled out her camera.

"I thought you did this show the picture nonsense AFTER work!" Braxton playfully stated from the other end of the table.

Hartley stuck her tongue out at her mentor. "I do. But after Newt's death scene, I took a really awesome picture of everyone so I just wanted to show it."

She pulled up a particular picture and passed the camera around, giving strict warning that if anyone broke it, they would get a foot up the ass. I was the first one she handed the camera to. On the little screen in front of me, was a picture of all of us huddled together hugging TB. I inhaled a sharp breath.

"Hartley! This is really a beautiful picture. I want a copy of this immediately."

I passed the camera to Dylan, who continued the distribution to everyone else at the table. We all had the same reaction. That she took a damn good photo to truly capture the emotions that we felt after that scene. I pulled out my phone and handed it to her, showing her the picture I took of her hugging Thomas. She immediately sent it to herself and him.

"Looks like we both captured some powerful set moments today!"

We spent the rest of lunch making plans for the weekend. Thomas swallowed the food he had just shoved in his mouth with a gulp.

"I don't know about you buggers, but I need a drink after today."

Kaya waved a hand in agreement. "My scene is next, so I completely agree with this."

Dylan threw his napkin on to his empty plate and groaned, implying he ate too much, AS USUAL.

"I think we ALL need a drink. Let's go to The Morrissey tonight." He turned to me with a pouty face.

"Baby dino, don't make me do another death scene."

The corners of my mouth fell down into a dramatic frown. "I'm sorry, Dyl pickle, it's not my choice."

Dylan's eyes grew wide and Thomas snorted.

"Did you just call him dill pickle?"

I grinned and nodded. "D.y.l. like a shortened version of his name, and pickle. I can't help it, it just popped in my head. He calls me baby dinosaur which is equally as weird."

Axel interjected from his spot at our table. He started sitting with us when we got to Vancouver and we all welcomed him with open arms.

"That's because you sounded like a baby dinosaur when you tried to act like a crank. I don't see him acting like a pickle!"

Everyone at the table started hooting with laughter. I just glared at them, stopping at Axel.

"Well Ax-man... I don't have a good response. But I didn't ask you or TB for opinions."

They both stuck their tongues out at me, causing me to fall into a giggle fit.

"Alright you weirdos, it's time to go back to work."

Collective groans trickled across the table as we stood up and disposed of our trash.

This scene was going to include Aidan, Kaya, Ki Hong, Dylan, Rosa, and Will. They all went off to make up as the crew started setting up the sound stage accordingly.

After an hour, the cast appeared, ready to start the scene. Thomas had pulled up a chair and was sitting next to me behind the camera.

"Alright places everyone." Wes called on his megaphone. He was so damn proud of that thing.

"And ACTION!"

*Take One*

Janson and Thomas were fighting. Blood and spit was flying everywhere. Thomas was briefly distracted by grunts and screams coming Minho and the woman he was fighting, and Brenda and the man she was trying to get a machete away from.

"I don't care if I bleed to death, as long as I die AFTER I get you back up there." Janson spit out at Thomas in between blows.

Thomas' face turned to stone. He started hitting and kicking Janson, unrelentingly. Minho was yelling at him. Thomas wouldn't stop. Minho finally slapped Thomas on the back of the head.

"THOMAS! Stop! He's dead!" Minho pulled on his shirt to get his attention. "HE'S DEAD!"

Thomas finally stood up, wiping the blood off his face.

Minho yelled in his ear. "We have to go! NOW!"

Debris started to fall on Minho and Thomas. They were running when bombs continued to detonate. Thomas fell, but Minho was quickly jerking him to his feet.

Minho fell next. "OH shit!" A girlish shriek escaped his mouth.

"CUT!"

"Really, Ki?"

The two guys were in hysterics after seeing Ki flail around and produce a high pitched scream.

"Okay, Okay I'm sorry. I've got it. I tripped over this... rock? Is this a fucking rock? Whatever. It could happen in real life."

Wes waved his hand around, implying everyone get back in place.

"If this was you, then yes I could imagine that squeal coming from your mouth." He let out a chuckle.

"Start from there. And ACTION!"

Minho fell next, Thomas tugged on him until they were running again. Brenda appeared with terror in her eyes. Teresa was nearby. They were all stumbling and struggling to stay upright as they ran.

An ear-shattering noise happened, causing Thomas to look over his shoulder. The ceiling above them had torn lose. AS it fell, he was hypnotized, not bothering to move out of the way. A body slammed into his, knocking him to a room next to them. As he fell, he saw a piece of the building fall onto Teresa, his savior.

"TERESA!" He ran towards her.

Only her head, covered in blood, and her arm were visible.

"Teresa!! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Teresa!"

Teresa's mouth was moving. Thomas leaned closer to hear her whispers.

"Me... too." She gasped for breath. "I only ever... cared for..."

Brenda and Minho wrapped their hands around Thomas' arms and dragged him to his feet, away from Teresa. They pushed him ahead.

"We have to keep going!"

He turned as they kept pushing him forward. "TERESA!"

Another explosion happened around them. More debris fell where Teresa was trapped. They reached the door and saw Gally running through the Flat Trans. A fire broke out behind them. Thomas pushed Brenda into the Flat Trans. He and Minho took one last look before jumping into the gray wall.

"Cut! That was... perfect. That's a wrap for this week everyone. We'll meet back on Monday. Enjoy your weekend."

I grabbed Wes' megaphone as I stood up. "Your turn, Kaya. Group hug everyone."

Kaya was sobbing. Dylan of course hugged her first again, and we all piled in around him. She looked over Dylan's shoulder at me and smiled sadly. I reached over and put a hand on her cheek.

"I think we definitely need that drink now.

She scoffed and nodded. "You have no idea."
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EDIT: This was written long before the movie came out (or even started filming really) so if you've seen the movie, things will not match. This goes more off the book.