BANG! SNAP! CRACKLE!
Yet again Cary had set off some fireworks, beaming a mischievous grin as he was proud of the result.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE WILL YOU STOP THAT?!" Charles face burned red as he grew frustrated with Cary, who smiled even more and put his hands in the air after sliding his Zippo lighter back into his pocket. Charles was trying to set up the camera but was startled by the explosions his small blonde haired friends had created. Today, they group of friends were filming up on a hill, trying to capture a more 'natural looking scene', as Charles put it. However, the mood wasn't as relaxed and fun as it usually was; Preston doing all he could to avoid Layla but she was pretty much hiding her head too. Surprisingly, it was Martin who was the first to notice this and without any thought to it, he opened his mouth
"Are you two trying to avoid each other?" Martin pointed at them both with a rather confused expression on his face. The pair immediately flushed a red colour and everyone else stopped what they were doing to stare at them. Preston began to stutter and Cary burst into laughter, directing all the attention on him.
Private Jones was hired by Sergeant Waters just yesterday, after he had given him the files on Deputy Lambs 'transformation'. Jones sat in his black BMW watching the group of young teenagers messing around up on a hill. His eyes widened when he saw the girl with glasses and dark hair holding a boom mike and smiling whilst two of the boys continued to argue with each other, he recognised them as Cary and Charles, but the girl... he knew her from somewhere else, not the files he continuously had to check and update with information. He pulled his mobile from out of his pocket and called his boss. After several tones, Waters answered.
"Hello sir...yes, I found them...no nothing too suspicious, however there is something you might want to see...I'll see you soon...goodbye." then there was a long dial tone. Private Jones began to wait.
"NOT LIKE THAT MARTIN!" this was the 5th time they took this shot and Charles was still not happy. Martin rolled his eyes in response to the director nagging at him to have more emotion in his voice when delivering the lines, whilst Cary giggled finding the whole thing pretty hilarious. Joe was putting Alice's make up on, getting ready for the next scene they'd be filming, if they ever got round to it... "You're supposed to be angry!" Charles slapped the script as he said so,
"Don't worry...I'M BLODDY FURIOUS!" the whole group spun round to see Sergeant Waters and Private Jones stood right behind them. They all froze, mouths hanging open. Waters shot his gaze to his daughter, Layla with eyes that showed his hurt and how he felt so betrayed. "Get in the car, we'll have words later."
"But I-"
"I SAID GET IN THE CAR!" Waters spat as he pointed at her, Layla dropped her head and place the boom mike on the ground. She gave Preston a small smile and mimed 'sorry' to Charles. She plodded down the hill with her father and Private Jones stayed behind to talk to the group of friends. He began,
"It would be wise if you stayed away from Sergeant Waters's daughter from now on. I doubt that it would make anything easier for you all, especially when you're still under the air forces' watch for suspicious behaviour." He then turned and followed the Sergeant and his daughter down the hill and into the black car. They drove off quickly but smoothly whilst Charles, Cary, Joe, Alice, Preston and Martin stood in silence, looking between each other and unsure on what to say.
Although the car journey was an awkward and tense silence, the atmosphere in Layla's house was quite different. It was still tense, but not awkward and definitely not silent.
"What the hell did I just see?!" Waters smirked at Layla as she turned to face him when the immediately stepped into the house. They were stood in the cream coloured hall, Waters hands clenched in a fist. Layla stood silent.
"What was that?! You were with them, why the fuck were you there?!" his face grew red and the veins in his neck begun to stand out. Layla shed a tear and looked back at him for the first time since leaving the hill.
"They're my friends."
"FREINDS?" he scoffed "No, THEY ARE NOT."
"YES THEY ARE! THEY ARE AXTUALLY NICE TO ME! THEY ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO'VE WANTED TO KNOW ME SINCE WE MOVED HERE!2 She yelled back, almost instantly regretting it. Waters was stunned by it, he had a look of confusio0n and he shook his head.
"What has happened to you?! Before them YOU HAD RESPECT FOR ME!" He raised his voice at the end to make a point but Layla began to sob more,
"I do resp-"
"No. I don't want to bloody well hear it!" He stormed past her and into the kitchen, Layla felt like she was frozen to that one spot in the hall as she removed her glasses to wipe her face. "You can't be trusted. You don't respect me or my work. We're not here to 'make friends', we are here because of me! You aren't leaving this house. Not until my work is over."Layla heard him yell from the kitchen, her younger sister, Alexa began to tip toe down the sirs to see what was going on. She saw Layla in tears and immediately ran down to give her a hug. "Alexa." He father left the kitchen and came cack into the hall and saw the two sisters together. "This applies to you too. I don't know who you might be 'hanging out with'" he had a beer bottle in his hand now and his face looked like he himself might have been crying. Waters then grabbed some files and his car keys. "I'm going back to work. I'm locking to door. I'll see you later."
And then Sergeant Waters was gone.
