“He’s right,” I said as an idea formed.
I wrote a quick dialogue and showed it to everyone. Tracy liked it, so we set it up.
“Hey, everybody, I’m Tracy Dole, and I’m with my good friend David A. Dawson. We’re looking for the area’s best desserts in
“Cut! That looks good,” Curtis said.
We then shot the ending.
“That’s it for this edition of
Everyone thought we had what we needed, but there was something else I wanted to do.
“We have interior shots, but nothing outside. From what I’ve seen on other food shows like this, they want to help advertise the restaurant. We could say something like, ‘this time, we’re at Granny’s West, where we’ll learn the secret of her famous cinnamon rolls,’” I suggested.
“Why don’t we have David do that part?” Tracy suggested.
They videoed me as I introduced each restaurant and what dish we would be showing. My classmates would come back tomorrow, when there was enough daylight, and film the front of the restaurants. We would use the sound from my intro and overlay on the video.
“Last, you need some theme music,” Marshal said.
“Where do I get that?” Tracy asked.
“Stop by after school, and I can show you the royalty-free music we have access to,” Marshal offered.
When we finished, I was happy. This had been fun.
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Chapter 15 – Reckless Abandon Friday September 30
My rift with Ava had been smoothed over. She’d told me I was welcome anytime. When Paul and I pulled up early to Brook’s to get her for school, I got out and just walked in the back door. I couldn’t find anyone, so I headed upstairs to Brook’s room. The door was shut, so I slowly opened it and peeked in. Brook was nowhere in sight, but I heard her in the walk-in closet, rooting around. I slipped in and quietly shut the door.
I quickly stripped, crawled onto her bed, and assumed a sexy pose.
“Okay, I’ll donate these … David!” Ava screeched.
She had an armful of Brook’s clothes. Brook stuck her head out of her closet to see what her mom was complaining about. I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover myself.
Brook just rolled her eyes, but Ava had turned an unusual shade of red. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she stormed out of the room.
“I thought she would never leave. Hurry up and get undressed. We don’t have much time,” I instructed.
“I think I better go stop her before she either calls the cops or your mom,” Brook said.
The last one grabbed my full attention. Brook followed her mom, and I heard raised voices. Even Mr. Happy knew this was a lost cause. I got dressed and joined them in the kitchen.
“David Allen Dawson,” Ava huffed.
How was it moms could get your undivided attention by saying your full name? I dropped my head in mock shame and gave her my newest move—the miserable-wet-puppy look. I tilted my head slightly to the right, made my bottom lip quiver, and batted my eyes. Apparently, the eye-bat was too much because both Brook and Ava laughed at me.
“I’m not buying that for a second. What made you think you could just walk into my home and get naked in my daughter’s bed?” Ava asked.
“Oh, did I do something wrong? You said I was welcome anytime, and Brook always tells me I’m wearing too many clothes,” I said, going with the confused ten-year-old routine.
Brook tackled me and pushed me towards the back door. I winked at Ava as I was physically dragged out of the house.
“We will talk about this later,” Ava called as the back door was closing.
“Are you trying to piss off my mom?” Brook began as we settled into the back seat.
I tuned her out as she explained why I was a terrible boyfriend.
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When we pulled up to school, Brook had finally wound down.
“We still have time. I can have Paul drive around while we get busy,” I suggested.
“Paul does not want to witness that,” Paul said, using the third person to describe himself.
For some reason, that made me want to do it more. I guess I should be thankful that my girlfriend was embarrassed for the both of us.
“What is your deal this morning?” Brook asked.
“Me so horny. You so sexy.”
Brook got out of the car, leaving me to deal with Mr. Happy, who was ready to go.
“I guess you’re on your own. Welcome to the rest of the world,” Paul said.
It wasn’t the first time I wondered why I had a driver. I grabbed my book bag to strategically hide my arousal.
I found Brook with Cassidy, who had her phone out.
“They sent me pictures of the cubs,” Cassidy told me.
The tigers were getting big and looked like they liked their new digs. No way would I want to hold them now. I was sure that Precious didn’t have anything on these cubs, and she half-scared me.
