🏐🏐🏐One week later🏐🏐🏐
Walker, Jennifer and I had been filming for about a week, and Today my dad is joining us for filming, and we'll be stuck with him for another few weeks until Zoe comes in.
He drove us to set and we filmed the first few scenes.
One where Adam and Micky have breakfast with Adam's mom, one when they're in Adam's room and the power goes out, causing Hawking to run outside, and then the one where Micky and young Adam find Future Adam. Now we were about to film the scene inside the house.
"And Action!" Shawn says.
The guy opens the fridge and pulls out an apple, closing it then kicking it like Adam's mom taught them to keep it closed.
Micky looked at Adam and they shared a look of surprise. Nobody ever knows how to close the fridge.
The guy opens the pizza box, groaning cause there's none left before he grabs a washcloth.
"Told you two to stay in the garage." He says as he unzips his windbreaker.
"And let some creepy dude just wander around my house alone? I don't think so." Adam said as he and Micky started going through the guys duffle bag.
"Yeah believe me. I don't wanna be here any more than you want me here." The guy says.
Micky pulls out the lightsaber-looking thing from the guy's bag as Adam grabbed a black ball.
"I just gotta stop bleeding enough. Gotta dress the wound, prevent a nasty infection, and I will be on my merry way." The guy said as he wet the washcloth and held it against his stomach, walking back over to Adam and Micky.
Adam threw the ball in the air and the guy caught it. "Don't touch that."
"We were just looking." Adam says quietly as he looks at Micky.
"Don't touch my stuff." The guy orders.
"I don't remember the line." I say quietly as Walker starts laughing.
"Cut!" Shawn says with a laugh. "You're just asking if the stick is a lightsaber Delphi."
"Got it." I nod and get back to my que as I hold the stick.
"Action!"
"Is this a lightsaber?" Micky asks as she holds up the thing.
"No it's not a lightsaber." The guy snatches it.
"Hey! Don't touch her." Adam says and moves between the guy and Micky.
"Enough with the bat." The guy says as Adam raises it.
The guy throws the bat behind him with an eye roll. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done it already. If I'm being perfectly honest with myself, you have a very punchable face."
Adam held a hand up to his face as the guy pulled his shirt up to his ribs, revealing a bleeding wound.
"Oh my-" Adam and Micky shout.
"God! That. Gah! That bullet went straight through. That's good. That's cool." The guy groaned as he wiped at the wound.
"Wait, wait, wait. Bullet? You were shot?" Micky shouts as she watches him.
"Yeah-no, actually, no. No, I was stabbed with a bullet. What do you think, you moron?" The guy says sarcastically.
"She's the moron? You're the one who was shot!" Adam defends.
"All right, okay. That's it." The guy coughs. "That...wow...that uh, that's weird. It farts when I cough." The guy coughs again.
"Gross!" Adam remarks.
"Super gross. I'm gonna go upstairs, I'm gonna grab some stuff. Stay cool, you can trust me." The guy says as he starts walking upstairs.
"Easy for you to say. We're the ones who ends up in a therapist's office, telling them about where the bad man touched us." Adam says as he drags Micky along to follow him.
"Oh god! That's where you go? Immediately? You are dark, man." The guy says as he flicks a light switch on.
"Who even are you?" Adam asks.
"That is classified." He answers.
"Why are you here?"
"Also classi..." The guy pours liquid on his wound. "Classified."
"Are you in the Air Force?"
"When I say classified, what does your brain hear? Chocolate?"
"What's with the lightsaber?" Micky questions.
"It's not a lightsaber. Jesus Christ Micky. I need you two to play it cool. I know that playing it cool isn't really your guys' thing. It never has been-" The guy says as they walk through the upstairs.
"Wait, wait! How do you know her name?" Adam asks accusingly.
"She's Micky Valdez. Born April 8th, 2010. Her parents are Melissa and Anthony aka Tony Valdez, Melissa would've died about a year ago. Anthony's almost never around because of his job, so she basically lives here. She doesn't play any sports because of a knee injury that didn't heal properly a few years ago. Best friend is you, Adam Reed, who constantly gets the two of you beat up because of his big mouth." The guy listed.
"You're Adam Reed. Born February 10th, 2010. You're parents are Ellie and Louis Reed. Louis would've also died about a year ago, in the same accident as Melissa. You don't play any sports because of an acute asthmatic condition. Plus, you're freakishly small for a 12 year old. The two of you go to Franklin Middle School, where the two of you have been suspended two, three times for fighting, which is ironic, because Adam, you can't fight to save your life, you can only fight to save hers, which she can do herself because from the ages of 5-9 she took karate." The guy continued.
"Hawking! Zip it!" All three of them shouted at the dog, who had been barking more frequently and loudly as the man got closer to the 2.
"How do you know our dog's name?" Adam and Micky asked the man.
"Because I named him." The guy replied.
Adam started to fall backwards, only for the guy to grab his shirt and pull him back as Adam started to wheeze.
"Oh god." The guy rolls his eyes and pulls Adam's inhaler out of his pocket, taking off the cap and holding it up. "Alright, ready. Deep breath, hold it. Alright. Three, two, one. Everybody gets a trophy."
"When we were 7, we ran into a table on the patio. Micky was okay thank god, but I got 12 stitches." Adam says.
"Right here." The guy and Adam say as they both point under their chin.
"You knew how to get into Louis's garage, you knew how to close the fridge. You knew the count that I made up to time Adam's breathing. You knew both of our names and lives. You two have the same scar." Micky lists off.
"And you're wearing my dads watch." Adam adds, holding up his wrist. "This watch."
"This watch." The guy repeats and holds up his wrist as well.
"You're me. Holy shi-" Adam's eyes widen.
"That's classified. But yes...I once was." The guy nods.
"And scene! Great job guys, that was fantastic." Shawn gives us a small applause.
"Thanks Shawn." My dad smiles as he walks back to his trailer to change out of his costume.
"Listen, while he's gone, I want to talk to you two about a possible post-credits scene with the two of you." Shawn says as he looks over his shoulder then back to us.