; u n t i t l e d ; p r o j e c t

Faust sniffled and rubbed at his nose shrugging his shoulders “I’m not all that picky” he confessed and it was true, he rarely objected to whatever substance was being passed around, whatever form it came. “Except marijuana” he said, holding up a finger as he thought of it “The smell of it gets all the way into the fibers of my clothes and I absolutely hate that” he furthered, providing what he believed to be a fair explanation.

"I am absolutely sure, I am a cheerleader so I know all about discipline and commitment. I’ll honestly work so hard, Chase."

"Oh, alright, cool. Uh, so yeah, I'm gonna need your contact info so I can, like, contact you. You know, for when filming and stuff starts."

Okay, sweetheart, calm down. I can throw on some pants and come over to your place right now to make you a huge stack of grilled cheese. 

You're the only person I like. I will find you pants, let's go. 

Won’t you get kind of lonely?

I dunno--I guess I might.

You miss me? .I kinda miss you too..no kinda. I mean I do miss you…Alright, I’ll come.

Oh, um---cool, cool. Do you, uh, still drink that vanilla thing you used to like?

"My friend used to live here— he might still. I lost contact with him when he graduated but he was suppose to show me around. It’s cool that I still get to do that with someone who thinks we’re on ‘mutual favorite-ness’ " Landon laughed, "And you are so filmworthy. Cute as a button, I’d say— definitely something to put on camera. For inspirational purposes, of course.”

"Does your friend have a name? I might know him--ha, no, I don't know him. If your friend is a camera, I might know him." He hasn't really been big on people for a while. People generally didn't understand him or his passions, so what was the point of trying to interact with them?  He blushed like crazy at his next words, and he couldn't look anywhere but his feet. "I--thanks. Um. I--thanks."

A match made in some sort of messed up heaven. 

Isn’t it a natural thing for people to want people to like them?

I dunno. I just need people to like my films. 

And I’ve been told I’m easy. Guess we’re a good combination. 

That's, like, teamwork or something, I think. 

"There’s multiple spots?! Okay, you’re officially one of my favorite people ever." Landon looked up at Chase for a second, grinning, before turning his attention back to following the crab, "Also you’re going to have to get over being in front of a camera. I’m definitely turning it on you again, so get prepared." He joked as he watched the crab disappear under the sand.

"Of course there's multiple spots. I've lived here, uh, all my life--I know a few good spots, you know? But, I'm glad we're on, uh, mutual favorite...ness?" He blushed a little at the thought of being in front of a camera again. "Why? I'm not...filmworthy." It wasn't that he had some awful self-image--he just didn't see himself as someone that could be in front of a camera.