I had really wanted to just hang out with Phil the next day, but I had a video to make (damn it). It wasn't even that I didn't have an idea for a video that I actually wanted to make, I just didn't want to make it today. One, I was being nagged into uploading something, and naturally the minute I'm told to do something I was already planning to do, I immediately don't want to do it.
I sat up, yawning and groggy, and looked back down at Phil. He'd fallen asleep in my bed and made an excellent pillow as always. I watched as his eyes started to move under the lids before they opened sleepily. I smiled and ruffled his hair. "Morning," I laughed as he limply swatted my hand away and buried his face into the pillow. "What's wrong?"
He didn't seem to want to answer. I rolled my eyes and decided to guess. "Still tired?" The pillow bobbed back and forth as he shook his head. "Just feeling lazy this morning?" Another negative accompanied by a pathetic groan. "You're not sick, are you?" I scooted away from him, not wanting to catch whatever he might have.
Phil blindly reached out, flailing an arm and telling me to stop teasing him. I smirked just a bit, and realization hit. "You slept in your contacts, didn't you?" I pulled the pillow off of him to see him squinting his eyes shut, face scrunched up in discomfort. "You wouldn't be having this problem if you'd remember to get the ones that are safe to sleep in. You're an adult, do things."
"That doesn't make sense," he whined, opening his eyes grudgingly. I rubbed his shoulder, honestly feeling bad that he was in pain.
"Well now you get to use your very sore eyes to stare at a computer screen for a few hours while you edit your video. I hope that will teach you a lesson."
He groaned again, and I could tell he really didn't want to do that now, but he knew he had work to get done. Sympathetic, I leaned down to kiss his forehead. I didn't necessarily want to remind him, but it would be funny. "Remember you also said you'd help me edit mine, too."
"Ugh, tomorrow, though. You have to film it first. When are you going to buy your own tripod, again?"
He got me there, even if he was only joking. "When I do; and my camera isn't working. I ordered a new one, but it hasn't come yet, so…"
"Go ahead, borrow mine." He seemed irritated that I didn't ask him properly, but he needed to get out of my room if I was going to film a video. I couldn't exactly have my secret boyfriend sleeping on my bed over my shoulder and put it out there for three million people to see: that would just be asking for it. I nudged his shoulder and he rolled over on me. I pouted and nudged him again. "What?" he groaned. "It's on the table next to my bed."
"Babe, you have to get out of my bed if I'm going to be filming in here; and if I film somewhere else I'll be bombarded with questions about it." I patted his side. "I'll make you some cereal but you have to get up. And get your contacts out before it gets worse." I stood and started for the kitchen, letting him set his own pace in waking up, for now.
He came out a few minutes later, and by then I already had the cereal and coffee made. I turned to him and smiled, and got a small one back. His eyes were puffy and a little red, looking irritated and very sore. I pressed my lips to his cheek, instinctively wrapping and arm around his shoulders to pull him just a bit closer. I like being taller; it had its perks.
"Breakfast is all ready for you. I'm gonna get to work –have fun editing."
I was glad I did have an idea in mind; it made things g by so much quicker and more smoothly. I didn't have any difficult planned for the editing, mostly just cuts and some creative arrangement of one bit. If Phil really was going to help me out, I maybe could get it up before I started getting hassled about not uploading again. I look over at the clock: it's only a little past noon –I feel accomplished.
I moved to take the camera off the tripod, but it didn't want to cooperate. Strange –it had never gotten stuck like this before. Was it messed up or was I somehow losing whatever little strength I might have had? Frustrated, I gave it a yank, but it didn't budge. I tried again, harder this time, and-
Fuck fuck shit fuck shit.
It somehow not only came off the tripod this time, but managed to fly right out of my hand (I didn't throw it, it flew!) and hit the wall. I could only watch in terror as it broke into pieces and dropped to the floor. I managed to pry my hands off my mouth as I reached for it weakly, stepping toward its shattered remains.
This was not good. This was not good at all. If it was my own camera I could kind of just brush it off and order a new one, but no; mine had already been broken so I borrowed the one my boyfriend had bought himself for his birthday, the one that he really liked.
"Dan! I don't hear any recording going on, are you finished?"
Nerves on fire, I somehow managed to choke out and answer that he wouldn't have been able to hear if the walls weren't so very thin. "Yeah," I croaked.
"Then come on, let's see what we're working with."
Of course then I felt really bad that he was helping me edit, not only when he had editing of his own to do but when I'd (accidentally!) thrown his brand new camera against a wall. I approached the corpse of the device and plucked out the memory card, still intact with everything I needed. I gathered up the smashed bits of the camera and his them in the drawer next to my bed. He didn't need to know yet.
