"Why are we doing this?" HB asked.

Paris hiked the camera bag over his shoulder and slid a smile over his shoulder. "Because every great brand has one."

"Or because you want to try out your new camera," she said.

He hiked it further up his shoulder. "Yeah. That too."

Ryland grabbed a branch and pushed it away, it smacking Delilah in the face behind him. "Fuck! Why is nature out to get me?"

"It hates you too," Ryland said. He turned his head towards her and saw her tongue sticking out.

A groan continued behind all of them. "I still don't get why we're starting the music video here," HB said. She kept waving her hand in an irritated motion, a faint buzzing sound always surrounding her.

"It's aesthetic here," Paris explained, putting his hand in a circular motion as if the air carried the rest of his explanation.

He was the one who thought it'd be fun to create their own music video and post it online, exposing the band.

"As long as no one jumps out of the tree and kills us, I'm okay," Lucan said, keeping a close distance to Brody.

"Who would want to kill a handsome man like you?" Paris shamelessly exclaimed. He led the front of the group with a smile, five frowns lagging behind him.

The early morning night spread across the ground, hiding their shoes with a sea of darkness. Sunlight peeked over the horizon, specks of light breaking through the leaves. "We're almost there!" Paris put a fist in the air and wobbled, Ryland catching his friend's arms.

They trudged through the thick greenery, the crunch of leaves filling the silent air.

Exhaustion began holding onto Delilah, holding her shoulders and then feet back. She pushed herself further, but refused to use that demon strength that she trained to remain hidden.

"We're gonna miss it!" Paris suddenly rushed forward and they were hardly able to keep up, running after the happy maniac. His camera bag bounced against his back, dodging under leaves and swatting back branches.

The panting joined the crunch of leaves as they nearly tripped to catch up, losing their friend past the trees.

Delilah broke through the green canopy and warmth washed over her face.

The sun, a big orange ball sat on the lake, beaming a honey glow that slowly crept over her shoes, up her pants, over her sweater and across her face before swallowing the rest of her friends behind her. The sun captured her words, unable to direct her attention away from the morning phenomenon. The orange lake sat under a sky streaming of cotton candy coloured clouds and purple pillows. It was something you'd see out of a movie.

It didn't take long for the rest of the gang to join her, all drawn to the warmth as well. Her body was lost in the beauty of the view, thoughts free and flowing with the small fall wind nipping at her cheeks.

There were a few soft clicks and Paris already had the camera set up, rolling the tape without them even noticing. The lenses captured their silhouettes and the side of their faces, their air whipping back and cheeks turning pink.

Delilah finally found her senses once she felt her cheek sit on a warm fabric and turned to inhale Ryland's scent, nose brushing against his scarf.

Instead of jumping back, she felt herself leaning into chest, back resting against his torso. She didn't know how it happened yet the warmth he gave off was eerily similar to the sun and heavenly sky.

Then Lucan ran up to the edge of the cliff and screamed.

Brody ran up beside him, voice resonating through the sky. Paris jumped on Brody, legs straddling his buddy and he threw his arms up, screaming as well.

The warmth escaped under her cheek and Ryland threw himself farther than the boys and let out a big scream, sticking his tongue out and let out a narly rock boy kinda belch.

HB stood behind the camera, arms crossed, but a sneaky smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Delilah kept her feet rooted to the ground, appreciating the sight and respecting the space of the boys.

Who knew humans screamed off of cliff's to entertain themselves.

When their voices ran try, time laid its plan for all of them as the teenagers ended up sitting on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling off.

"This is what it feels like to be on the edge of the world, huh?" Ryland said, clad jeans hanging over his beat up converses. His jeans even dragged on the ground, picking up tidbits of leaves from the hike.

"Well. Enough of this." Paris got up, dusting his hands off before heading towards the camera.

HB looked over her shoulder with a deep frown. "What do you think you're doing? I just found a comfy spot and now you want me to move?"

"You got it, baby." He tapped his watch and already started dismantling the camera stand. "We're on a tight schedule and I have a list of things that are waiting to be done."

Delilah climbed to her feet, everyone else slowly following. "Like what?"

A childish smile pulled at his mouth. "You'll see."

She quirked a brow at Ryland and then Lucan and Brody who all just shrugged, telling her to just go with it.

They ran down the hill, fall leaves taking after their heels as their hair whipped back and scarves dancing in the wind. Sunlight chased after them, chasing away the darkness and filling the forest back with daylight.

Ryland held the camera behind his eye as he captured Delilah with her head sticking out the window, the wind tangling within her air and shaking it around past her bare cheeks.

She spread her arms out in laughter, feeling the wind run between her fingers and around her neck.

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"I'm going to murder the person who suggested this idea." HB scowled and stared down everyone in the room with dead eyes and cold hands that dangled lifeless by her side.

"That'd be me!" Paris said, putting his hand to his chest. "But don't worry, sugar plum. I live for the burn of your love."

"You're right, HB. You're the ugliest Cupid I've seen." Delilah nudged her friend with a sly smile.

"At least I'm not a fucking angel." HB snorted and pinched one of the handmade wings that were strapped to Delilah's back.

Delilah's smile instantly vanished from her face and she glared. "Wasn't my fucking idea."

"I think it's hilarious!" Paris exclaimed and leaned up against HB.

"At least you two look good," Brody said, motioning towards the couple.

HB and Paris wore matching costumes as Cupid one and Cupid two.

"This is stupid." Ryland as he stepped out of the change room.

Paris made a dramatic gasp. "Really, man? I think you look hot in devil horns and a pitchfork. It suits you." A twinkle in his eyes set Delilah off.

She put a hand on her hip and glared Paris down. "Okay, so Ryland's a devil and I'm the angel. Why are you trying to be funny? I hate it when you're trying to be funny."

"It's not funny. It's being creative," Paris defended. "I personally think both of your costumes suit you quite well."

"Get me out of this!" screamed HB, scowling at her tiny wings and heart shaped thing attached to the back.

"You make a cute Cupid," Paris cooed, tapping her nose.

"How far do you think this arrow would go up your ass?"

"I don't want to know where it'll go," Ryland mumbled.

"It'll go two inches to the left and straight on till morning," Lucan shouted, and jumped from behind the curtain in a Peter Pan costume.

"Do these shoes make my legs look fat?" Brody asked, stepping out of the same curtain.

"You always look fat," HB said.

"Okay, okay, kids." Paris clapped his hands. "My friend's husband's uncle isn't going to let us use his costume room any longer so we got to film this quick." He pulled aside another curtain that held a box of instruments. "Grab your weapon of choice."

Ryland grabbed an electronic keyboard that slung around his neck, and Paris followed with a guitar. Brody snatched the tambourine and Lucan took the other guitar.

"Let's grab those shaking things!" Delilah exclaimed, and handed the maracas to both her and HB.

"Great! Okay, now when I play the music, pretend that you're playing," Paris directed, putting his camera on.

HB and Delilah exchanged grins and prepared to shake their butts.

"Everyone! Look like you're having fun. Or at least pretend. That includes you bubble gum!" Paris pointed to HB who threw one of her maracas at him.

"Oh shut up and let's film this," HB shouted and shook the other maraca like a mad woman.

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"Second last shot of the day people! Go nuts! Trash this house! It's going to be demolished anyway so go ham!" Paris ordered, behind the camera again.

After the "costume party" scene, Paris somehow got in contact with another friend who knew a house the group could fuck over. This guy clearly had connections.

They changed out of their costumes and got back into their normal clothes, waiting for Paris's cue.

The green light on the screen blinked and Paris turned the music on, the floors shaking at the sound of their hit single.

"Action!" screamed Paris, clicking a button that allowed the camera to move around the room.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Delilah charged in with a football helmet on her head and bashed into Ryland.

She stuck her tongue out and screamed.

Ryland grabbed the ends of her helmet and screamed too.

Then Paris charged in with a baseball bat and started smacking furniture around, breaking plates and puncturing the walls. The bandana wrapped around his forehead whipped in the fake wind that projected from the side of the room—a fan that HB held with one hand, the other lazily hanging as she popped another bubble gum in her mouth.

Lucan came running in and grabbed onto the chandelier, making a magnificent swing before it broke and he fell on his back.

The alcohol cabinet was already destroyed and Paris grabbed one of the broken bottles and poured it in his mouth.

Brody jumped through the window, and fell, rolling but quickly got back up, picking the bottle and started showering himself in alcohol.

The walls shook and the ground was ready to fall under their feet.

Ryland somehow got a football helmet and Delilah started getting charged up at one end of the room while he bounced up and down on the other.

"Three!" Delilah said.

"Two!" Ryland said.

"One!" she screamed.

"AHHHHHHHH!" They both ran for each other and then gracefully leaped into the air, chest pumping and collided, boobs aching and dropped to the floor in a heap of laughter and groans.

Paris swung the bat, and grabbed the can of spray from the counter.

Then Lucan and Brody snagged one, tossing Ryland one as they all ran to the camera and sprayed the shit on the lenses.

HB screamed, getting some sprayed over her skin and clothes and started running after the boys chasing after her with their cans.

Delilah taped the whole thing on her phone, remaining on the ground as they made a mess of the room. Although she wouldn't admit it, but she already felt herself getting lost in the human world.

And for a slight second—she almost forgot about the creature stirring in her stomach.

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