Mr Cliché.

thirty three.

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Mr clichés
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Armani's thoughts
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"Screenwriting you say?"

Sebastian asks intrigued as he holds up the question sheet for our project. We are still seated in his bedroom, with a bit of my things sprawled all over his neatly done bed. I laid on my stomach, perched on my elbows before honestly nodding.

"Yes screenwriting, I always wanted to tell stories from a very young age"

Sebastian walked over to his desk that sat not too far from his oak coffee table, and single double cushioned couch. A soft tune I had requested had played lowly from the medium sized flat screen. He dropped himself on his computer chair before grabbing hold of a cup of coffee he made for himself a few minutes ago. The steam still being very present. Slowly, he took a sip before nodding and asking;

"And where do you plan on studying for this specific passion?"

I watched as he placed the mug down and surprisingly on a coaster. His slightly wet curls trickled less the more he let them air dry and his calm yet interesting smelling cologne still lingered in the bedroom regardless of the open windows that managed to let the wind waft in.

"Not quite sure, I planned on moving to los Angeles after school though.. Then from there I'll see what school grabs my attention"

I furrowed my brows, watching him scan the piece of paper in his right hand.

"Why aren't you taking down notes?, there's no way you're gonna remember all this"

I added. Sebastian then let out a scoff before placing the paper down, seeming uninterested.

"Relax bunny, I actually listened to what you said. Your name's Armani.P.Wilson, you're seventeen, your passion is writng- screenwriting to be specific, you're unsure of where to study and you prefer fiction books instead of dramatic realistic ones, your favourite colour is yellow and butterflies are your favourite insects, now..these questions are really boring"

Baffled by his accuracy, I shield it with a small nod before fiddling with my fingers.

"Okay then what questions do you suppose we ask?"

Sebastian looks over at me before a small smile creeps on his face.

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"Roller skating?"

I ask for the fifth time as we exit his car and walk the now slightly cold afternoon. We were parked behind a small local roller skating place, with pink luminous lights that grabbed your attention regardless of the time of day. Lights that flashed with images of roller skates, skating then stopping.

"Yes, not only will this show whether or not you suck at thinking on your feet, it'll be fun and a great bonding experience"

I furrowed my brows, eyeing the building but following Sebastian anyway.

"For the project?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the entrance of the place.