Jared: What are you laughing at?

Shayla: Nothing.

Jared: You never heard that song? What the fuck is so funny? What is Shayla laughing at? What are you laughing at? What’s the gig? No, you have to tell me now.

Shayla: I don’t know, nothing.

Jared: I’m not gonna stop in front of thousands of people. What’s so funny?

Shayla: Nothing.

Jared: What’s so funny? What’s she laughing at? I have to know? I’m not gonna stop until you tell me. You gotta tell me now.

Shayla: Nothing. Just…

Jared: You gotta tell us.

Stevie: Someone’s saying something inappropriate on a text?

Jared : No, I think she was laughing at grandpa Leto for some reason. What’s so funny, Shayla? … Shayla, what’s so funny?

Shayla: Nothing.

Jared: I’m gonna turn the camera to you. What’s so funny ?

Shayla: Nothing.

Jared: You gotta tell everybody. Everybody is asking what’s so funny.

… Fucking Shayla.


Isaac stood near the edge of the rooftop, though he had known he shouldn’t have stayed out this late without any kind of warning the night air relaxed him. As time passed he lost track of it, and soon enough it was pitch black and all you could see is distant lights and stars. Isaac heard footsteps behind him, making no point to turn around he called out. “I know you’re there.”

Isaac woke in the morning, looking over to see Shayla still asleep. He scooted over until he was out of the bed, walking into the bathroom and starting the shower to rinse off the smell of alcohol that still lingered. After a few minutes had passed he dried off walking out of the bathroom with a towel to get dressed. He looked over at Shayla. “Good morning, love”