Friends? (MemeNE)

VIII. Owe You Something

Fuck why did he have to say that? Now George unquestionably knew. Knew what, though? Will himself wasn't even sure what he'd meant so explaining to the younger man – or to the rest of the Eboys for that matter –  why he ran out on them wasn't going to be easy as pie.

Pacing in his room, door impulsively locked with his head in his hands Will focused on his breathing. He could surely play this off as a part of an improvised skit, right? Yeah, sorted. But then he would have to return to the living-room soon to make it believable. How long has he been here anyways? It couldn't have been more than a minute, right? Wrong. It was about three to five minutes, his racing thoughts overwhelming enough to distract his sense of time.

Meanwhile the lads downstairs cut the cameras. George after a moment of hesitation jumped up to his feet as well to run after the Geordie boy but got stopped by a firm hand on his elbow.

"This was probably just for a comedic bit. Don't sweat it." Alex attempted to reassure him; however, his tone was far from soothing, grip not letting up.

George met his eyes briefly, ready to yank his arm away yet when he saw the absolute traverse in his room-mate's gaze he changed his mind. He wondered what that was about.

Deafening silence fell upon the room, Ciaran glanced at his watch while Alex sat back down looking uncomfortable next to James with the latter on his phone to busy himself. George sighed and waddled to Will's editor / cameraman to initiate mindless conversation. That was better than doing nothing, he supposed.

"Hey, man are you getting paid enough?" He joked back pressed against the wall to seem relaxed and imitate the other man.

Ciaran huffed out a laugh with a grimace, humorous attitude copied just the same. "Never. You lot are horrible employers, I thought you were aware of that. No bonuses, food, drink breaks..."

George shook his head with a small smile, glancing towards the doorway covertly watching out for the probable emergence of his best friend. "I'll make sure to convince the lads to give you something special for Christmas and your birthday."

"Aw, thanks George. Does that mean I'll be included in your foursomes?" Wiggling his eyebrows, the bearded man playfully nudged his interlocutor.

George scarred from that mental image shuddered for good measure then composed a smartass reply. "I don't know, mate it won't be a foursome anymore technically then."

Back in the middle of the room, the trilingual Eboy was getting bored and frustrated yet again. He'd told the rest to sort their shit out before and seemingly they did it, well, until now it did.

"For god's sake, I'll go get Will if no one else will." James exclaimed with a slap to the couch beneath him, knees popping as he stood tall disrupting George's discussion.

Right on time a pair of earthly green irises peered in, footsteps light till the last turn to make his appearance known.

"Nice funny moment, right?" Will chuckled, grin utterly faux, George could spot it from a mile away.

Alex visibly relaxed with a sigh as he nodded, George caught the movement from the corner of his eye, focus not on the youngest of the group. Will was an unsolvable riddle, mind games never missing with him.

James lifted an eyebrow at the coincidental timing then spoke up.

"Sure, man. It'll get chuckles from all over the world." His tone was sardonic per usual as he gestured towards the empty chairs awaiting. "Shall we go on, boys?"

~

The video needed way too much editing. Even though the idea itself could've made a banger on its own with the awkward pauses, millions of blurred moments and beeped out cusses it took ages to get done. Ciaran sent snippets of clips to Will throughout the week, trying to perfect the ridiculously problematic footage.