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Anders couldn’t concentrate.
He was supposed to be writing a screenplay for his final project, his magnum opus before he finally graduated film school and could go onto writing movies full time. Well. Maybe full time. He was fully aware of how difficult it was to actually break into the industry.
As far as Anders was concerned, though, this was his life’s work. He loved pouring his thoughts into a script and making people think about serious topics through stories. His screenwriting professor, one Professor Tethras, had even told him he had a knack for it.
Sure wish I could summon that knack now, Anders thought, as he stared at the blank screen ahead of him. Currently, he had two words up on the page:
FADE IN
Which was… not a particularly exciting start, but it was a start nonetheless. At least it gave him the illusion that he had made some progress, even if the truth was that he had made exactly none.
He turned his head and looked out the window. Idly, he wondered if he would see a Certain Someone at the apartment building across from him.
That Certain Someone was a fellow film student named Fenris.
Anders and Fenris had never talked, much, outside of a few heated disagreements over whether or not Citizen Kane or Casablanca was the better movie. (Anders liked Casablanca more because, according to Fenris, he was a hopeless romantic. Anders couldn’t really deny that part.)
But Anders admired him from afar. Fenris was studious, and driven, and he had a knack for editing that made the other students jealous. He had a wealth of film knowledge but he never flaunted it.
Oh, and he was cute. He was terribly cute. He had a strong nose and intense eyes and a voice with a purr that could melt the hardest heart and…
Anders tried to pull his mind away from him and concentrate on his project again. But the words just wouldn’t come, and nor would the ideas, and the blinking cursor continued to haunt him, and, frustrated, he leaned back in his chair, his hands up behind his head.
If only he could summon up the courage to ask Fenris to work on the project with him. With their combined imaginations and know-how, he was sure they could make the Final Project to End All Final Projects, one that would blow all the professors away.
His thoughts about asking Fenris to work on the project with him drifted into the thought of asking Fenris out on a date, something which he knew he would never actually do because he was too scared to do it, but it was nice to daydream about, sometimes.
Anders rubbed his eyes. No. He was not going to sit here and pine over Fenris when he had work to do.
Usually, when he was feeling some sort of frustrating emotion particularly deeply, he would try to channel it into his scripts. But that was a little difficult to do when he had no plot.
Unless…
Anders furrowed his eyebrows. Maybe he could turn his frustration into a plot.
He leaned forward now, hands poised above the keyboard. Okay, yes. This was going to work.