Shia LaBeouf: Falling Hunter

At my look of complete shock, both Shia and Wes started to laugh.

“It worked!” Wes said, coughing after a particularly long bout of laughter.

“That it did, look at Jen’s face!” Shia was laughing too. I didn’t know whether to be mad or relieved. I decided to be mad,

“I can’t believe this!” I screamed and threw a handful of sand at the both of them.

“What? It was only a blank cap and ketchup!?” Shia said, losing his laughter and brining on genuine concern.

“Yeah, I found out that the cameras were the black and white type models and I figured it would work out. I told you I had a plan!” Wes said, using his black shirt to wipe his face. He pulled it over his head. taking it off and wiping the back of his head too. I shook my head and bent down to hug Wes. He laughed and let me hold onto him for dear life. I had seriously thought that we had lost him. I let go of him and slapped him gently across the face.

“Don’t ever do that again!” I said, laughing too.

I sat back down in the sand and smiled to myself. Things were ok again. Besides the fact you’re still who knows where? Yes, besides that. And besides the fact that you’re still in love with the both of them? And that. And that you can’t wait for nightfall to get into bed with one of them? No, not exactly. Ok, fine how about a Jen sandwich? Light on the Jen? What does that mean? Well this is how it goes, you have Shia, Jen, and then Wes. You’re right smack dab in the middle of them and then—“ENOUGH!” I yelled, trying to block out my thoughts. Shia and Wes gave me an odd look. I smiled apologetically, “Thoughts running through my head,” I giggled innocently.

“So, who wants to play man vs. wild?” Wes said, bundling his shirt and laying back on it.

“Not me,” Shia said immediately.

“I’ve had experience building shelters in the wild,” I offered up mostly to keep my inner self quiet...I suddenly wondered what it must be like for Wes with all of those people inside him—Kill her! Love her! Strangle her! I am Legion! Aren’t plastic bags blowing in the wind beautiful? Yeah, he’s a messed up individual! Even worse than us? I was asked. Yes, even worse than us—but that’s saying a lot.

I was still kind of put out about that little trick. I knew it wasn’t supposed to be on me, but the Director, but they could have at least told me. Or Shia could have shown me the elusive ketchup bottle. Grrr! Life was so unfair sometimes.

“So, Ms. Gullible, shall we start on that fortress of yours?” Wes asked me, grinning angelically.