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[the scene opens on a grassy area, possibly that of a playground or a park. off to the right is a tree, and beneath that tree are two boys, one with silver-brown hair, the other with gravity-defying, spiky, black hair; the silver-haired boy rests against the tree, his knees drawn up as he quietly reads a book on his lap, while the other boy lies on his stomach, idly picking at the grass. As other children laugh and run around in the background, these two sit in companionable silence]
[that is, until the boy with spiky hair suddenly says:] Miles? If you moved away, would you still talk to me?
[a frown creases the other boy's brow, and he turns to his friend, obviously confused by the unprompted question] What?
If you moved. [the first boy looks up] Like if your dad got a job in a different city like Alex's mom, would you still talk to me?
[Miles' frown deepens, and he sets his book down to give his friend his full attention] Probably. Why?
Well... Because. [the boy goes back to picking at the grass] Because Alex moved away week before week before last, and Larry was friends with him, but he says they haven't talked at all. So I was just wondering.
Oh. [Miles blinks, as if surprised and possibly taken aback. after a moment, however, the corner of his mouth raises in what promises to one day be a practiced smirk, and he says:] Don't be dumb, Phoenix. Of course I'd still talk to you. Someone's gotta keep you in line, after all.
[this seems to allay Phoenix, who flashes a smirk of his own at the grass. a beat of silence follows, and then he glances up somewhat hesitantly] Would you write to me? [he asks] Like a pen-pal?
[Miles appears to consider this, then shrugs] Sure. I guess so.
Okay. Cool. [Phoenix smiles and, with the conversation seemingly at an end, returns to his unhelpful version of pruning]
[Miles watches him for a while longer, an unreadable expression on his face, before he smiles softly and turns back to his book. from there, the video fades to black.]
[that is, until the boy with spiky hair suddenly says:] Miles? If you moved away, would you still talk to me?
[a frown creases the other boy's brow, and he turns to his friend, obviously confused by the unprompted question] What?
If you moved. [the first boy looks up] Like if your dad got a job in a different city like Alex's mom, would you still talk to me?
[Miles' frown deepens, and he sets his book down to give his friend his full attention] Probably. Why?
Well... Because. [the boy goes back to picking at the grass] Because Alex moved away week before week before last, and Larry was friends with him, but he says they haven't talked at all. So I was just wondering.
Oh. [Miles blinks, as if surprised and possibly taken aback. after a moment, however, the corner of his mouth raises in what promises to one day be a practiced smirk, and he says:] Don't be dumb, Phoenix. Of course I'd still talk to you. Someone's gotta keep you in line, after all.
[this seems to allay Phoenix, who flashes a smirk of his own at the grass. a beat of silence follows, and then he glances up somewhat hesitantly] Would you write to me? [he asks] Like a pen-pal?
[Miles appears to consider this, then shrugs] Sure. I guess so.
Okay. Cool. [Phoenix smiles and, with the conversation seemingly at an end, returns to his unhelpful version of pruning]
[Miles watches him for a while longer, an unreadable expression on his face, before he smiles softly and turns back to his book. from there, the video fades to black.]
