Summary: Nursey is in a theater class and Dex is in a film class. The teachers decide to do a mashup of sorts where the film students film a monologue or scene written by the theater students. Dex and Nursey are partnered and they both find their truths. Nursey finds his through the stage and Dex finds his through the lens of a camera. Watch them as they’re caught on film.
Nursey loved his theater class so much it was a bit concerning. There were these two first-generation American born Africans who were firecrackers. One was from Nigeria (Amadia) and the other from Ghana (Effia). They were like sisters to him, sisters who would smack him upside the head if he was being an idiot (which was often). There was this scrawny white boy who could do crazy things with his voice (Nick), a Latino guy who had the best physicality (Lucas), a tiny Greek girl whose only setting is loud (Katerina), and a Russian girl who had the flexibility to rival a contortionist (Isabel). The class had two co-teachers that were the best yin and yang combination possible, Mrs. Fulton and Mr. Smith. Mrs. Fulton was a tiny woman with a heart bigger than anyone’s. Mr. Smith was this big old guy who put his soul into his classes. To say the least, it was his favorite class. That’s why he walked into the room with a huge grin on his face.
He felt a tiny body wrapped around his ankles and smiled down at Katerina.
“Smith and Fulton say we’re starting a new project,” she said while disentangling herself from him.
“And we will explain it as soon as you pipe down,” Mr. Smith directed at her.
Kat started to retaliate, but Amadia covered her mouth with her ring-filled hand.
“As you all know, you are the best group we’ve taught ever and we’ve taught for a while,” Mr. Smith began.
“Damn straight,” Effia called out.
“Effi, shush,” Derek chastised.
“Well hello to you too, Mr. Nurse.”
“Honestly, Effi. You know I love you.”
“I do so love to hear you say it, hot stuff.”
“Shut up, rara kan. Some of us want to hear what they have to say.”
“You shut up, Ama.”
“Ladies, ladies, no need to fight over me,” Lucas cooed.
“Fight?” Said Effia.
“Over you?” Continued Amadia.
They exchanged a look then started cackling. Lucas shrugged and looked to Nick as if to say, “What can you do?”
“Guys, let’s get through this so we can do improv,” Mrs. Fulton said.
“Shut up, guys. Improv is on the line,” Nick hissed.
“As Al was saying, we’re so proud of you guys and we wanted to pioneer something with you. We talked to Ms. Sully and she agreed to partner her film class with our theater class to create short films. You guys are going to write short monologues or two-person scenes then we’ll choose which ones we’re doing and cast them. We’ll send the scripts to Ms. Sully and her kids will pick which scripts they want to work with. We’re really excited about this! We just know you guys will be great.”
“Woah, woah, woah, we’re inviting film students in our space? Do we know they’re cool?” Isabel asked.
“I’ve been assured by all their teachers that they are good kids,” Mr. Smith said.
“Good, old Al using his mob boss connections to look out for us,“ Kat said.
"You know I can’t comment on that,” Mr. Smith replied with a wink.
Mrs. Fulton clapped and called out, “Alright, guys. Let’s start out with Taxi. Nick, you’re the driver.”
Derek plopped down next to Dex on the couch and sniffed the air, trying to figure out what Bitty was baking.
“Poindexter, what fresh stick is up your ass today?”
Dex pointedly ignored him and tapped away at his computer. It was convincing except for the telltale blush lighting up his skin.
“C'mon, Sexy Dexy. Be chill.”
“Could murdering you be considered self-defense considering how much of your shit I put up with?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Remind me why we’re friends.”
“We have to keep it together for our kid.”
Either Derek was hallucinating or Will just laughed under his breath while he rolled his eyes.
“I’m showing you a good time, Dexy?”
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Wanna see frigid?”
“I don’t think I’d survive.”
“Cookies are done!” Bitty yelled from the kitchen.
The two boys jostled each other until they reached the kitchen.
A lot of exposition in part 1. We met all of Nursey’s classmates and teachers who are based on the students and teachers of my high school drama class. My drama class actually did this exact project and I just visualized Nursey and Dex, so here we are. I might have a little fun with my OCs as well. Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.