Mad, Mad World Part 3

Chapter 262-2

Mad, Mad World

Part 3

 

 

I slept most of the way, but it really couldn’t be called sleeping, for every time I dreamt all I could see were ghouls and dead bodies being eaten. Even on the plane ride home, there was very little sleep as I flew back with Stringum, Mom and Dad and Mr. Kirkland going over the next scene I would be in before I had to be at work, knowing we only had time for one take. Mark and I practiced it until it was what Mr. Kirkland wanted.

We went through the fight scene to the shower scene were Mark fell on me stating he had slipped and started to lick my chest and made part way down to my crotch before he quickly got off me, as we stared at each stunned not knowing what had just happened.

We went over our lines making it seem nothing more then a mistake, but questioning it our minds if we both wanted this; which was the real bases of our new relationship. Having Mr. Benson push it along and teaching us how to be together and the kinds of things we could do together. So much for romance, but Mom stated that it will come out that we were just learning how to share ourselves and Mr. Bronson was perverting it doing other things that make the lovemaking sick and wrong.

It made me question if perhaps it was wrong, to begin with having those same old questions going over in my mind when had just learned about the Rothwell’s secret life they were hiding from me. That now I was just too far caught into our lifestyle to see it.

It was then I started to let the world in and began questioning what I knew. Yet Shawn was in the forefront of my mind and how he and his friends used this as stepping stone; taking something special that we shared and turned it into something that would be dirty, wrong and hateful towards others.

We soon landed and got on another bus which was waiting for us kids, while some of the parents rode home in the limo so they discuss things without us kids being there. I had to admit that parents need time to be alone without their children being there. I liked being alone with Rhoda every chance I got. So when I got on the bus with the rest of the kids with Sparky taking the back seat I didn’t feel jealous or that they didn’t deserve some alone time.

Mark and I were already dressed for the gym scene in the same clothes we had worn during the school shooting with some modifications that we had to be careful with considering they could tear easily. I counted three holes alone in my shirt all I did was sit on a bus.

Mark too had several holes and both our zippers had already broken and were held together with a little needle and thread and as far as we knew everything was waiting for a ready the moment we arrived at the school.

We went directly to the small gym, not the large one, having arrived when they students were just going over the cheer of Bingum High School and already explained to them what was going to happen during the gym fight scene. Stringum had given the kids lots of promotional stuff in regards of Tangled Hearts; still thinking that we could make this film into two filming series, taking out the sex scenes and replacing them with implied sex but never really having sex, other than brief nudity.

I took my place on the second row of the bleachers in the far corner of the gym where I was told to sit. Having Mr. Kirkland re-explain the scenes we were doing, making sure everyone understood their roles. Once they had we quickly began as our Bingum High School Cheerleaders, and band members started work the crowd into a wild frenzy.

I waited until our mascot reached his mark. Stood up and turned punched Mark hard in the shoulder. Telling him to stop kicking me, causing him to stand and push me as I fell on Jake cushioning the fall. Having him turn and stand-up demanding to know what was going on, as the kids one by one started to find their marks creating a circle around us chanting “fight, fight, fight.”

I pushed Mark back into his seat watching him catch himself half sitting on the third bleacher. I stepped out waiting for him motioning him with my hand to come and get some. Teachers were quickly making their way over that were playing teachers at Bingum High. Allowing Mom being our principle and her lover Mr. Bronson to make their way over, but the kids were instructed to circle us to make it hard for them to make it to us to break it up.

Mark swung his right fist at me as I ducked and came back with a punch of my own. I got up nice and close to do it as my hand came down pulling on his shirt collar feeling it tears in my hands like paper. Exposing his bare chest, he growled at me as we circled our little circle trading punches, they watched as Mark reached for me and ripped my shirt open seeing the buttons fly through the air.

I lowered my head and dove for his legs and feet placing my head into his gut knocking him onto the mat that had been set aside for this fight and to make it look like it was just tucked out of the way for the pep rally but exposing enough so we could fight unharmed. 

For the moment I was on top of Mark swing away tearing his shirt to ribbons, tearing the shoulders and ripping in other places that I knew would come part quickly; I scuffed his nose lightly as fake blood oozed out coming out of my fists where I had pulled out from my front jeans pocket a little tiny plastic tub. Making it look real.

Mark locked his feet and legs with mine and we rolled trading positions.  This time he tore my shirt from the shoulders letting it hang down my arms. I made my move scooting my feet up so my shoes would fall off showing I was barefoot plus it gave me the grip on the mat I needed and leaned up just enough as I struggled to be free of him. He released me as I stood up, only to have him dive at my gut knocking me over onto my back allowing his hands to tear my jeans open, showing my boxers with hearts on them.

I wasn’t worried about my penis poking through because Mom had sown that shut. I ripped his pants on the next roll this time I was laying flat on top of Mark; he had one boot off and his sock dangling loosely over his left foot. Mom and Mr. Bronson were almost to us, as Mark and I traded breath almost nose to nose growling at each other for the close mic’s that were hidden inside our shirts while we waited for Mr. Bronson to pull me off, Mark.

I felt Mr. Bronson grab my arm and the remainder of my shirt as it ripped even more from the back of the collar. I stood up slowly squirting some blood on my face giving me a bloody lip and nose. The kids laughed seeing my pants torn down half down my right leg and zipper opened all the way down to the tear as I was trying to hold them up from exposing myself.

Allowing my heart boxers to show as the students laughed at me and Mark. Noticing that we were basically standing in our boxers and shirtless or what was left of our shirts that hung by their own imagination. However, Marks boxers were poke-dotted. It was mine that got the most attention, just like Stringum and Dad wanted.

Mom pretends to be angry at us when she herself was having a hard time not laughing as Mom said blowing the whistle that the pep rally was now over and for us to get back to class using a megaphone. She said to me and Mark. “Boys I want you in my office in 30 minutes after you clean yourself up and take a cold shower.” Mr. Bronson grabbed each of our arms and led us to the boy’s locker room, watching Mom pick up my shoes and Marks boot shaking her head.

Mr. Kirkland yelled. “Cut… that’s warp,” after we went inside the locker room door. We waited as they finish setting up the shower scene, Stringum said we have no problem with slip and fall scene because he was going to make so it was slippery when the water hit the floor in the shower area we be lucky to stay on our feet. 

Mark and I had been waiting for this scene for a while the moment it was conceived we were excited about doing it. For now, our lockers were separated from each other. His was on one side of the locker room and one row over. Everything was about to change after being sent to the principles office.

Stringum and the dearly departed Mr. Tate had patterned the principal office here to look like the one on our set, but his was a working replica, including the outer office where students and parents waited to see the principle and register for school. 

This is where his mother would decide that until further notice that Mark and I will be seen together everywhere we go inside the school. We would have all our lockers right next to each other, we will sit together in each of our classes, him being a new student and her being principle made the change believable.

It being a brand new semester, said she could do whatever she liked making my classes Marks classes having us sit together side by side up front in all our classes. That included sitting at our own private table in the lunchroom reserved only for the two of us. All assignments that required a partner, Mark and I would automatically be paired up together.

Stringum wasn’t anywhere to be seen from the moment we had left the airport he was putting on makeup and face mask to look like Mr. Tate. He didn’t dare let anyone else do it because how easily it would be to ruin the disguises and he was roughly the same size and built. He was using mine and Jeff’s playbook when it came to questions the principle here would think it might be unusual.

Considering Mr. Tate and him were best friends, but that would end on Monday when Mr. Tate’s body is found. He only needed to be alive until Saturday during and after the party he was throwing for his clients. The absentee of Antonio wouldn’t be missed because most people didn’t even know him here and all Stringum would have to say that he was fired. Which was true, just not dead, but nobody will realize that he was missing.

Mark and I took our marks with Mr. Bronson; as Mr. Vincent stepped out of his role as Mr. Bronson leaned in and said. "Ok boys lets have some fun. Then we will do one last scene for the day and so you boys can get to work.”

Mr. Kirkland said quiet on the set, as I noticed how tight the shower room was with all the camera equipment. We had discussed building a shower room at Stringum new big house that he had just inherited by our dearly departed Mr. Tate. But within the time restraints and with the big party being set up, there was no way to do it until after the party.

Plus having too build more small sets for our additional scenes that would take place indoors inside our main cabin.  That would mimic the houses we had chosen to use as our main scenes to prevent us from having to travel as often.

But officially today was the last day for us to shoot and it had to be done no later than 2 pm. To give Mr. Kirkland and his team time to put together our first look of Tangled Hearts and go over the last movie Mr. Tate made as well as the first two magazines.

It all had to be done and off the presses by Friday night, Saturday morning at the latest with all the promotional banners and posters. I wasn’t the only one that had a busy schedule this week, not that it made me feel any better. Personally, all it did was make me more tired just thinking about it.

The clapboard clapped as the scene begins the moment the three of us entered the room from the door, being manhandled by Mr. Bronson reading his lines. “Now go too your lockers get undressed and hit the showers. You boys can wear your gym clothes for the rest of the day even though I think personally you should be suspended and I will suggest that and have your parents called informing them of today’s advents.”

Mr. Bronson chewed us out, for fighting not only in the hallway but during class and now the pep rally. Neither of us knew about his affection for young boy flesh because that scene hadn’t taken place yet. Today was Friday again not Saturday when that happens. It gets confusing I know, but I knew it would make more sense once Mr. Kirkland put the scenes in the correct order.

I had been told the total movie premiere was about 2 hours long in total once it was all put together. It just seemed longer because of all the different scenes and all the setups in between and running around get makeup and set changes. If I ever thought of doing an acting career, this would be the time to forget about it. It made me think differently about actors and what their life was like just to put on a movie for us non-actors.

I quickly undressed as Mr. Bronson found a paper grocery bag that said Piggly Wiggly on it which was an actual grocery store in AZ at the time. Plus it was in reference that Terry’s Mom worked at.

He set one down next to me and my lost penny loafers; he gave me a creepy smile seeing me naked as he licked his lips. Which I had found very creepy, as if he was looking at me like a side of beef; he almost hummed taking his time as he turned to give the other paper bag to Mark with his one lost boot. I entered the shower first letting the camera roam my body, something that made it even creepier.

I picked up to towels off the rack near the showers and placed them on my side of the shower. I noticed the red and blue chalk lines on the tile floor that said slippery here when wet. Noticing the high gloss and slight smear that said something was used to make it very slippery.

I turned on the shower first shower and nothing came out, as I kept going until one of them came on like it said in the script and lathered me up with soap. I knew the hair dye wouldn’t be ruined because it was permanent until my hair was re-dyed to its original brown color, which wouldn’t happen until tonight so I could be ready for Friday night’s party, so my grandmother wouldn’t freak out and ask too many questions.

Mark soon joined me staying on his side of the shower, but someone had turned off the water leaving the only three showers working which happened to be right in the middle like it was for me. Mark acted like it was a big deal said, reading his lines. “You stay on your side and I will stay on my side. And don’t you dare look down at my penis.”

Causing me to look, knowing if anyone said that how could you not look down at it? Mark and I had to be un-groomed for this scene, which was royal ticklish pain as Mom and my sisters had taken their time putting matted fake hair on both of us, stated she wanted to do a scene with me Mark later as we groomed each other.

I turned around focusing on my own shower as we both kept peeking at each other when the other wasn’t looking… It was like count to ten peeks, turn away and count to 20 and then peek and so forth.

We watched the clock and the queue cards that would tell us to start the slip in the shower scene as I watched someone spray hose over the red chalk line and a string that was rigged to the shower drains to plug them up as the water started to rise, a bit. I turned off the shower when it said to.

Mark had set his towels next mine, but not close enough to be together. We each took a breath as we made it to our mark. The moment we had our towels the slick surface took the scene as I started to fall Mark on instinct tried to catch me, losing his balance falling on top of me, making the water splash around us.

Even though it hurt to hit the floor without a soft mat to fall on, we took the fall like a big boy. However, we both said ouch and started to laugh, because you couldn’t help but laugh. Mark tried to get off me only to slam back down because it was really slick. This time it stopped being funny.

This time we exchanged breaths staring at each other wondering who was going to make the first move. Mark lowered his mouth on mine as I tried to push him away, having him grab my hands and put them above my head. Watching the cameras getting a close shot as I struggle, refusing Mark too kiss me.

My fingers laced with his as my mouth opened allowing the kiss to happen. I stopped struggling once Mark released me and his hair dripped down as he leaned over me and started licking my chest a worked his way down to my left n****e and bit softly as I moaned lifting my back off the floor begging him not to stop.

Then realized what I had just said when he was down to my belly button and crotch sticking my penis in his mouth for about minute. I rolled him off me, said my line. “What the hell man, get off me!”

Mark looked at me blinked a couple of times, as we both stared at each other wondering what the hell just happened as we scooted away from each other being both aroused. I wiped my lips with my right hand said. “I can’t believe you kissed me. I am not a girl and I am certainly not gay.” But I couldn’t help noticing that we were both aroused, which made the film, even more, better like Stringum said, ‘its what they want so let's give it to them.’

Mr. Bronson yelled into the room. “Boys you need to be dressed in five minutes unless you rather go naked. I could care less either way, and I know the girls wouldn’t mind.”

We quickly backed away from each other as we slipped out almost crawling on our knees grabbing fresh towels since the others were soaked lying in the shower. Not to forget to take a peek over our shoulders counting the 10 and 20 as we quickly wrapped a towel around our waist and headed to our lockers.

I hit the locker with my fist, said. “I can’t believe he kissed me?” Throwing my towel to the side and dressed quickly.

Mark was faster than me then again it was his turn to look at me as he passed me and quickly said. “I am sorry; I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t say anything or I will kill you and tell the whole school how you tried to have sex with me in the locker room.”

I yelled back.  “In your dreams pal, I didn’t ask you to kiss me, and I don’t plan on having sex with you either! So if you don’t say anything, I won’t say anything. Just make sure you stay on your side of the room away from me and we won’t have a problem.”

Mark left the room and Mr. Kirkland said. “Cut that’s a wrap… good job boy’s just one more quick scene and you boys are through for the day.”