𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 ( 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡 )

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

searching, pt. 3

all i could think about as the unnamed boy stepped into the room with his permanently dramatic aura was that i was finally going to find out his name. "hey, i recognize you!" he said.

"yeah, we were the 'new kids' who stumbled across your hallway," i said, pointing to walker. "and don't worry, all four of us have kept it a secret."

"i'm glad you looked at the fliers," said walker.

"i hope that i'll be glad too," he said grimly. "i expect support for the neglected actors of our school."

"what's your name and who will you be trying out for," said maeve impatiently.

"the name's walker, walker holmes," he said. "i'll be trying out for the role of peter."

walker (scobell) smiled brightly. "that's my name too!"

maeve approached holmes with the script and he snatched it without looking at her, but shooting scobell a sly grin. "you're also named walker holmes? huh, what a small world we live in."

"well it's not holmes—"

"alright, i don't think i can wait any longer to watch the season finale," holmes suddenly cried, jumping into character like slipping into a costume.

not ready, walker stuttered a bit before getting a handle onto caleb. "oh yeah! doesn't it come out next week?"

"no, dude, it's tonight." holmes had a fine tone and expression, but there was something off about it. it was like he hadn't gotten rid of the voice from his last role. there was some sort of trans-atlantic accent that no modern day high schooler would say the word "dude" in.

"oh, uh. something kinda came up for tonight," said caleb, but i could hear walker in there holding in laughter.

"what? we've been planning to watch for like weeks," yelled out peter. yelling wasn't really what i was going for.

maeve stepped up behind me and took the pen set down next to the notepad. caleb and peter kept interacting, but i decided to watch as she scribbled down next to the "walker holmes" section that i wrote, "is stuck in theater mode."

i was about to disagree, thinking he was just interpreting the script incorrectly, when holmes belted out as if he was in a musical, "a party? that you're going to?" he even added some choreography into the mix, stepping toward walker rhythmically. walker stepped further back as he did so, threatened, and the room was so small that he was nearly cornered.

"okay, we're gonna stop you there," said jordyn.

"this isn't a musical," i said, completely baffled by the unprecedented breakout into song.