Scripted

Chapter 1: Script

"Lower your voice. You're making the walls shake."

"Speak for yourself!"

"I am speaking for myself," Zackery scoffed. "Or are you too stupid to figure that out?"

"What's the matter with you?" Faniel roared.

"There's nothing wrong with me. Did your lacking height make you lack on your brain's normal functions as well? No, wait. You don't have a brain!"

"Indeed, it's brainless to argue with you," Faniel sneered, revealing his tiger tooth. "You only use your brain to flirt with girls."

"I wasn't flirting with the girls. I was having conversations with them. They were asking me questions so I answered. It's called common courtesy." Zackery clarified.

"No one's going to believe that, you freaking Casanova."

"How would you know if I'm a Casanova? Have you been following me around to spy on me? What are you, a stalker?"

"I don't need to follow you around to figure that out. I know your type."

"Oh, so you've been checking me out? Do you have the hots for me?"

"What? No, way! You think too highly of yourself, you...you..."

"I...I what? Are my good looks clouding your speech?"

"You wish, you...you..."

"Someone is stuttering..." Zackery teased.

"Forget it!" Faniel barked. "I'm not wasting anymore time arguing with you."

"Well...if you stop blocking the way, I'll be happy to leave."

"There's enough room for you to walk around me."

"I don't like walking in circles." Zackery narrowed his eyes at Faniel. "I prefer going on a straight path."

"Whatever. I'm leaving. Humph!" Faniel rushed out, angrily, while Zackery followed behind, smiling smugly in victory.

They didn't even notice that I was sitting here. Luke pouted and lowered his head with a sigh. I'm in deep trouble. I still don't know what to write and I have to give them the first installment by tomorrow morning. I don't want to get fired. Raking his slender fingers through his dark brown locks, Luke suddenly lifted his head, widened his eyes and grinned. I got it! Soon, his fingers danced through the keyboard feverishly, literally typing up a storm.

Early next morning, Luke entered the big conference room with four pairs of eyes glued to him; two looking worried and two giving him death glares. Swallowing hard in nervousness, the tall lad headed over to pass out the scripts for the radio skit to them with his hands shaking.

"Thank you, Luke." Nicky's eyes flew to the two quiet readers flipping through their scripts.

"I think you should run~" Patryk suggested honestly but was interrupted by Nicky's elbow to his side. "I...mean you may excuse yourself while our DJs look over the skit."

Nicky nodded vigorously, agreeing as he waved his hand for Luke to escape. Catching their warning signals; Luke immediately sneaked out of there while he was still in one piece.

Suddenly, the two looked up from their scripts, seeming extremely calm; like the calm before a storm.

"Nicky..."

"Y-Yes Zackery ge?" Nicky gulped nervously.

"I'll be ready by tonight," Zackery informed.

"W-What?"

"I will as well," Faniel announced.

"Really, Faniel ge?" Patryk's eyes rounded in surprise.

"Yes!" the two responded together.

"Great." Nicky smiled.

"Awesome!" Patryk beamed.

Zackery and Faniel stood up and headed out. Nicky threw Patryk a questioning look, only for the other to answer him with a shrug of his shoulders. Wondering what was going on, they both read through the skit and chuckled.

"That newbie is a genius," Nicky blurted.

"How did he manage to come up with this idea? It's perfect." Patryk laughed.

"Yeah, it's amazing. No wonder they're both willing to do it."

"I can't wait..."