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Mik isn't sure what he is to Schuyler, half the time. He's the schlepper, he's the lighting guy and the tech guy and the camera dude. He's the one who MacGuyvers dollies out of skateboards and charms the girl at the developing lab to put a rush on their order.
He's the best friend, the one who gets the slurpies and reads hysterical craigslist ads out loud to cheer him up when he's thinking too much and watches shitty horror movies for the sheer joy of tearing them apart when he's not.
He's the only one Schuyler trusts to drive Juanita, his little red Fiat that handles smoother than sex on silk.
He's the one who plays vodka-and-Jagermeister checkers with him when he's getting drunk for fun, and stays quiet and silent and there when he's getting drunk to forget.
He's not sure what he is to Schuyler. And sometimes in the noisy stillness of an afternoon L.A. traffic jam when he feels Schuyler watching him through those ever-present dark glasses, he thinks that maybe Schuyler isn't sure what he is to Mik, either.
apropos of nothing: I hate when characters live in your head for like, three freaking years without letting you know important things like their attraction to each other. for god's sake. BOYS. even fictional ones.
He's the best friend, the one who gets the slurpies and reads hysterical craigslist ads out loud to cheer him up when he's thinking too much and watches shitty horror movies for the sheer joy of tearing them apart when he's not.
He's the only one Schuyler trusts to drive Juanita, his little red Fiat that handles smoother than sex on silk.
He's the one who plays vodka-and-Jagermeister checkers with him when he's getting drunk for fun, and stays quiet and silent and there when he's getting drunk to forget.
He's not sure what he is to Schuyler. And sometimes in the noisy stillness of an afternoon L.A. traffic jam when he feels Schuyler watching him through those ever-present dark glasses, he thinks that maybe Schuyler isn't sure what he is to Mik, either.
apropos of nothing: I hate when characters live in your head for like, three freaking years without letting you know important things like their attraction to each other. for god's sake. BOYS. even fictional ones.