the cutest thing, ever, ever, ever. la la la. ever ever ever.
it's this cute:
"I can't believe they're having us reshoot. What's that about?"
"You didn't read the new pages?"
"Not yet. Why would I? We nailed it the first time. You know we did."
He shook his head. "Just read the new scene. You'll understand."
He watched as Jake flipped through the pages, scanned some of the lines. "This is dumb. We know Ameera is supposed to meet Noah at the house. She says so. Why are you and I supposed to be looking for her all of a sudden?"
"Keep reading."
"Oh." Pale skin flushed. Blue eyes brightened. Did he know he sucked on his bottom lip like that when he was thinking? "Seriously?"
"Yep."
"I thought they'd given up on it, somehow." He shrugged. "Seems like that was never going to happen again." His eyes passed over the same few lines again and again.
"Apparently you thought wrong. It's being added for some reason. Bet they got sick of all the bad press they were getting. The fans are rabid."
"Think you can handle macking on me?" The nudge to his ribs was supposed to be a joke, but felt like a jackhammer.
"I guess I can handle kissing your ugly mug." He blew his hair from in front of his eyes. Luke needed another hairstyle. This was getting ridiculous. "I mean, for the fans and all."
"Of course. For the fans. What did you think I meant?" Unsteady, too hurried laughter broke the calm of the moment. He reached to brush blonde hair from in front of Van's eyes. "When are they gonna let you get Luke's hair cut? It's getting pretty crazy. Think they're trying to hide your face so I control myself and don't just drop to my knees to prove a point?"
Van attempted not to swallow his tongue. "That would ... make a statement."
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Date: 2008-05-04 04:00 am (UTC)it's this cute:
"I can't believe they're having us reshoot. What's that about?"
"You didn't read the new pages?"
"Not yet. Why would I? We nailed it the first time. You know we did."
He shook his head. "Just read the new scene. You'll understand."
He watched as Jake flipped through the pages, scanned some of the lines. "This is dumb. We know Ameera is supposed to meet Noah at the house. She says so. Why are you and I supposed to be looking for her all of a sudden?"
"Keep reading."
"Oh." Pale skin flushed. Blue eyes brightened. Did he know he sucked on his bottom lip like that when he was thinking? "Seriously?"
"Yep."
"I thought they'd given up on it, somehow." He shrugged. "Seems like that was never going to happen again." His eyes passed over the same few lines again and again.
"Apparently you thought wrong. It's being added for some reason. Bet they got sick of all the bad press they were getting. The fans are rabid."
"Think you can handle macking on me?" The nudge to his ribs was supposed to be a joke, but felt like a jackhammer.
"I guess I can handle kissing your ugly mug." He blew his hair from in front of his eyes. Luke needed another hairstyle. This was getting ridiculous. "I mean, for the fans and all."
"Of course. For the fans. What did you think I meant?" Unsteady, too hurried laughter broke the calm of the moment. He reached to brush blonde hair from in front of Van's eyes. "When are they gonna let you get Luke's hair cut? It's getting pretty crazy. Think they're trying to hide your face so I control myself and don't just drop to my knees to prove a point?"
Van attempted not to swallow his tongue. "That would ... make a statement."