Magic between us || Fillie

Bound To You

It was the next day on the set of season four of Stranger Things. The actors have been busy from the early morning hours. Everyone was scattered on different sets, doing their own things, their own scenes. Shawn, Ross and Matt were trying to move things along, rushing to get ahead of the schedule as much as possible.

These last several days, they had been working on the editing of the first episode, the one they shot back in March, and they had noticed that there will, unfortunately, be more scenes to re-shoot than it was originally planned. Mostly because the 'kids', as they still call them, had changed immensely in just four months.

They could use SGI and change their appearance, but they would much rather save the effects for the monsters because they knew even a little SGI on human faces would be noticeable, especially for the avid fans. And there was really no need to use it on the actors. It'll take some hard work to leave their last month of filming completely free for re-shoots, but they'll make it. They had no doubt about that because they knew that their cast and crew were very capable and responsible.

When the lunch break came, Finn sat alone at a secluded table in the cafeteria, using his spare time to finish the riveting scene he was working on for his Short. He was so close to the culmination of the story that he just couldn't put his virtual pen and paper down.

He put his headphones on to drown out the noise of his cast-mates and the members of the crew and dived into the world he had created.

If anyone would have told him, five years ago, that getting cast in a little TV show called Montauk, would propel him into doing so many incredible things and that he would already be getting awards for his own writing at only seventeen, Finn would've never believed them.

This life he was leading was such a dream come true. He will forever be grateful to everyone who made it happen, but especially to himself. It might sound weird and selfish to some people, maybe even cocky, but Finn knew that if it wasn't for him working as hard as he was, turning into a kind of workaholic at such a young age, he wouldn't be anywhere close to where he was now.

Almost throughout the entire lunch break, Finn was stuck deep in his thoughts, putting them all out on paper by the means of his keyboard. The words were flowing out without any boundaries, rounding up the story he was dying to tell, when a deep voice interrupted the roll he was on.

'How's it going, Mr. Doyle?'

'Huh?', Finn asked, dazedly turning his head towards the sound.

'Arthur Conan Doyle? Sherlock? Ring a bell?'

'I know who Doyle is, Caleb', the curly-haired boy replied with a shake of his head as if to clear his mind, and closed his Mac after saving his progress, 'What's up?'

'Just wanted to have a little chat before we go back to work', Caleb answered then raised his eyebrows at his friend, 'You've been here alone during the whole break. I take it, the writing bug has struck today?'

'Yeah, I'm almost done with this big reveal thing', Finn said excitedly rubbing his palms together, 'At least, I think I am, I might still change my mind, who knows'.

'So, future big-shot writer, who's responsible for this increase in inspiration today?', Caleb's pearly whites showed as he smiled cheekily.

'Why are you smiling like that?', Finn asked, suspicious about his friend's behavior.

'A little birdie told me that you improvised a kissing scene yesterday', Caleb raised his brows in a suggestive manner, 'Could that be the source of this newfound inspiration?'

'What? No!', the nervous teen replied defensively, 'And who even told you that?'

'Well', Caleb started, squinting his eyes, 'Is it true? Did you stray from the script yet again?'