Chapter[20]

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Dylan O'Brien as Josh Parson :

-the psycho-

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In the morning, we woke up at the same time. We hugged then tried to figure out what to tell the others about our 'prank' yesterday.

"So Sam, what do we do now?"

"You didn't think about this part, did you?" I smiled sheepishly and slowly shook my head.

"Well, no. We could improvise or something... »

« Well, we have two options: We tell them it was a joke, which I would personally go for, or we continue lying. So?"

"As you said, the first option seems the best."

We both nodded simultaneously and headed out where the others were. The moment they saw us, I felt like they wanted to die. We then sat at the table, a stiff silence taking place until Tom spoke up :

"So guys, how did it go yesterday? Did you have fun?"

The second he ended his sentence, they all started making noises and imitating us. We were both left blushing. Afterward, I answered him:

"Well yeah, but not in the way any of you think." They looked at us confusedly. Sam then went on:

"Yesterday, when we came back, we were bored... »

"We could hear that." They all snickered, but Sam ignored them and continued :

" So we decided to mess with you, so we made these fake sounds to fool all of you, and that worked." Then they were all left flabbergasted, and then Harry spoke:

" But...how. The bed was moving, and both of- oh my God! You are so dumb! Both of you!"

" Yeah, well, Sam was moving the bed, gradually speeding the moving more and more, and we could see you. We would also try not to die laughing. We made sure you couldn't see any of the actions we pulled up."

Then Haz told us that he and Maya are still traumatized because their trailer is closer to ours than Tom's and Harry's. And that it was the worst thing they've ever had to endure. We all laughed, but then they were pretty mad. Then we asked Tom why he was the least shocked: he then looked us both dead in the eye, Sam more for sure, and answered:

"Well, if you had really done the deed, I think the bed would be broken by now. And your 'noises' would reach the other side of the damn city." They all started laughing while Sam and I were just astounded, the heat rushing to our cheeks.

We had some shooting for today before the director had to leave early for some reason. His assistant then told us that there was a local fair somewhere near here. We all ended up going there.

After we got dressed, we went to the place the fair was at, and it was around 3 pm when we arrived. There was a small garden, so I asked Harry to take some pictures of me, and of course, I dragged Sam into it, who wasn't keen on the idea at first. I had to beg him for quite some time before he ended up accepting.

After that, he carried me on his shoulders, and Sam was pretty tall, so I felt like I was on top of the world. It was relaxing as the sun was shining on our faces, closing my eyes in the process.

When Sam saw that I was content, he had to ruin it: When he saw a photo booth at the end of the path, he rapidly ran, making me hold onto him for dear life:

" Sam Anthony Holland put me down!!!" When we got in front of the booth, he put me back down:

"Emma Ashley Smith, will you please enter this photo booth with me?" I laughed at him:

"mhm...fine. It would be my pleasure."

We sat inside and then took a total of 5 pictures: in the first, we were smiling. In the second, we were sticking our tongues at the camera. In the third, I had my arms around Sam's shoulders, squeezing and grinning like a maniac, and he was smiling at me. In the fourth, we were laughing, and in the last one, I had kissed him on the cheek, and he had his eyes slightly widened.

We made another copy as he told me that the third was his favorite, which made me smile at him. Later on, I told him the last one was my favorite, and he looked at me in a "you must be fucking kidding me" kind of stare, which made me laugh my ass off.

We then searched around for the others that must have disappeared somewhere. While I was turning around, I saw someone I didn't want to: my ex, Josh. I widened my eyes as he wickedly grinned at me and started to approach us.

I quickly turned to Sam, who was still looking around for the 'gang':

"Sam.." I said, trying not to sound too shaky, but he noticed and turned immediately around, took my hands, and answered me:

" What is it? Is something wrong?"

" Do you see that guy with the black outfit and the red cap?" I told him. Without turning around, Sam briefly looked. I hoped Josh wouldn't see us.

"Yeah, who is he?"

"Umm... I will tell you later, but we have to leave."

"Okay, let's move as if we didn't know he was here, and I'll just call Tom."

I nodded as we both started walking to the entrance. We saw that Tom and the rest were already waiting for us. Maya then asked what had happened, and I just mouthed his name 'josh' to which she widened her eyes and told us to move faster. They all looked at her quizzically but didn't ask any questions.

I didn't notice my hand grasping Sam's until he told me to relax because my knuckles had turned white. I tried not to have a panic attack while we went back and arrived safely to set. Sam immediately dragged me to our trailer, locked the door behind him, and made us sit on his bed:

"Hey Emma, who was that? Why did we have to leave?" He looked at me with a stern expression, so I knew I had no choice but to talk.

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