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Yoü and I
Chapter 2 – Silent Treatment
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You're just packing your things up, getting ready to finally go home. It's been a long day on set and the episode you shot was extremely exhausting.
Maybe it was the whole setting.
Maybe it was the script.
Maybe it was the scenes.
Or maybe –
You're just tired of pretending everything's fine between the two of you.
You don't know how it started. You don't know what you did. You don't know what you said, what he said.
And now that you think about it, neither of you actually know what the hell is going on.
"You ready?" Liza, your personal assistant, suddenly appears in your dressing room.
"Yeah, just finished." You answer her.
You finally close your backpack – placing all the things that you used earlier today inside it.
And then – just when you were about to get out of there, you see your TV set and Wii.
You haven't touched it in ages.
But then again, why would you? You have no one to play with. And after that... incident - about which you're still not entirely sure if it really happened or not - he just stopped hanging out in your dressing room.
And there you go again – thinking about Dylan once more.
You suddenly remember his expression when you asked Debby out earlier.
You're not even sure why you asked her out in the first place. You've always been closer to her than Dylan was, but when you saw him approaching you earlier, you just blurted out the question.
You don't know if he's mad at you. Or if he's just angrier than he already was.
But if he really is mad at you...
You just couldn't care less.
You stopped talking to him too. You stopped doing things with him. You stopped hanging out with him.
But you only did that because he started it.
You finally make your way out of your dressing room. You can't just stare at your TV set for the rest of the day. And besides, it's not like he's gonna show up at your door all of a sudden and start hanging out again.
You step out of your dressing room at exactly the same time that he steps out of his.
And then –
You're staring at him like you haven't seen him in weeks.
This was it – when you go home, you're gonna go back to ignoring each other.
Hell –
You're gonna go back avoiding each other.
"Let's go," he says from across the hall, starting to make his way out of the studio and into the parking lot.
You do the only thing you can do and follow him.
Well, at least he said something to you. At least he knows that you actually exist.
You finally reach your car. You sigh as you realize another 30 minute drive of silence awaits you.
You decide to stare out the window again, even though it's completely dark outside and you have nothing to stare at.
And so, you're back to playing your little silent treatment game. It's been going on for quite a while now. At least he tried to break it sometimes – like earlier today. But just like any other day, he backed out.
The silence was absolutely deafening. It's weird how silence can make you deaf - but it's probably just one of those universal paradox things.
It's funny how you end up being your usual selves when you're around other people. But as soon as you're alone, it seems like you don't know each other anymore.
And it's hard playing this stupid game all the time.
But there's nothing you can about it. You can't undo what happened. You can't unsay what you said. And there's definitely no universal delete button you can press.
Because that's just the way it goes.
This is real life.
This isn't a television show where you can retake scenes when you make mistakes. You can't take out the crappy ones and laugh at them later. And you can't yell "cut!" when everything isn't going according to plan.
"Long day, huh?" you suddenly blurt out.
You have absolutely no idea why you just said that. It practically came out of nowhere. You mentally curse yourself for your random act of stupidity.
He looks at you like you've just confessed to a mass murder. Well, of course he's surprised that you talked. You haven't said anything to him in forever.
"Yeah," he answers you – a hint of suspicion in his voice.
His eyes stare into yours questioningly. It's as if he's mentally asking you what you're up to.
And what an excellent question it was – 'What are you up to, Cole?'
You nod slowly – trying to think of something else to say.
It's funny how the two of you became total strangers to each other. You live in the same house, work on the same set, and you can practically read each other's minds, too.
It seems impossible, to grow apart like that. But just like what you thought earlier - and it's getting annoying, really -
That's just the way it is.
"Funny episode," you say, instantly regretting the words as they left your mouth.
It wasn't a funny episode. Not at all. It was boring, cliché and for some reason, exhausting.
"A little bit," he answers you – nodding slowly.
You watch him for a while.
Or is he watching you?
You're not quite sure. All you know is that you're finally talking to each other. Even if it is just a few simple words.
"So -"
"Here we are, boys!" Ernie - your driver - calls out, interrupting you.
You stay silent for a few seconds, because you want to continue talking to him. And you're almost sure that he wants to talk to you, too.
"Thanks Ernie," Dylan answers him, not taking his eyes off of you.
"Yeah, thanks," you add.
You both get out of the car and make your way over to the house. And then, just when you are about to open the door, he looks at you like he wants to say something.
You wait for him to do so. Maybe it's time to put everything behind you. Maybe it's time to forget what happened. Because, to be honest, it really wasn't that big a deal.
Or was it?
"We should - " he says gesturing towards the door.
"Yeah," you answer him, taking out your key.
You both finally get inside, with Dylan immediately running up the stairs to go to his room. So much for thinking that you're finally gonna put everything behind you.
You start to make your way over to the stairs as well, but then you suddenly feel thirsty. And a little hungry, too. A little detour to the kitchen wouldn't hurt, right?
You immediately proceed to the refrigerator to quench your thirst. You take out some bottled orange juice, and then close the refrigerator once again.
You finish drinking up, and then you notice something on the refrigerator – a note from your dad.
'Boys, I'll be out tonight. I left some cash if you wanna order takeout. Lock the doors. Dad.'
And then you see a twenty dollar bill next to the note.
It's funny how the universe works. It's like your dad knows that you need some catching up with your brother. It's like he knows there's something going on between you two. And maybe he really does – he is your father, after all.
You make your way to the stairs as your stomach suddenly lets out a grumble. Hell, you're starving. But of course you want to ask him what he wants first.
You reach your room, set your backpack down beside your desk, and then you finally head over to his room.
You haven't been in his room for weeks. And he hasn't been in yours, either. There's just this giant wall between you that came out of nowhere.
*Knock knock*
Knocking is completely new to you. You never used to knock on each other's doors. Usually you'd just barge in whenever you felt like it.
Because that's how close you were.
You hear some movement on the inside. Things falling, things crashing and footsteps growing louder and louder as they get closer to you.
He opens the door as if he's in a rush. You, knocking on his door, is quite new – and strange.
Maybe he thought something happened to you.
He looks at you for a moment. And you do the same – just like in the car earlier.
"So, uhm..." you begin, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.
You see his messy room. Oh how you've missed that room. You used to hang out in there, playing video games, studying, even practicing some lines.
"Dad's out, and I was wondering if you wanted to order some food," you tell him, scanning through the room you missed so much.
"For dinner."
He takes a deep breath, and then he sighs. You're not sure why he just did that. Maybe he was doing something? Maybe he was busy?
But you just got home a few minutes ago. What could he possibly be busy with?
"Yeah, sure," he answers you.
He then closes his door and attempts to make his way to the stairs.
But then, you're still standing there like an idiot – so he bumps into you.
"S-sorry," you say.
He nods at you then makes his way down the stairs – shaking his head a little bit along the way.
It was your first real contact in weeks – except for when you're on set. And for some reason, it feels like your sudden close contact had something to do with his mood.
Dylan's mood is very unpredictable lately. One minute you think he wants to talk to you, and the next minute he goes back to pretending that you don't exist.
And, to be quite honest, it might have something to do with what happened six weeks ago...
But then again, maybe not.
Maybe you're right.
And maybe you're wrong.
You just don't know anymore...