the catching

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The day of the last note written.

The filming for the day had come to and and my legs where swung to the side of the chair that matched with the desk in my trailor. In my tan hand held a sharpened Ticonderoga pencil ready to write. I decided to write to Finn again because it gave me some sort of comfort. I felt safe just thinking about the older boy. I start to write.

*insert the first few lines of the last note*

"AND CUT! Sophia of you could maybe stand this way..." I hear andy yell outside.

Between the yelling and the camera crew, I can't hear Finn bouncing up the steps and knocking on my door. I continue to write as if the universe has deteriorated and its just me and the paper.

*insert more lines*

I feel at hard tap on my shoulder that startles me. Once I turn around and see its Finn, I scramble around to put the not somewhere he couldn't see it.

"Whatcha writin?" The boy asks me.

"U-uh nothing!" I exclaim.

"Are you sure it's not nothing because you where blushing and smiling the whole time."

"I swear it was nothing!"

His eyes widen and a smug grin from ear to ear appears on his face. "Is it a letter to a girl!?"

"Uhm no... maybe... yes." I decide to lie instead of telling the truth, "but I'm not showing you or telling you who it is, so out!" I say pointing to the door

"Alright fine, also Andy needs you to re-do a scene again." He knew it wasn't a girl and he dissapears onto set. I sigh at the thought of having to stand for another hour.

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