Kat adjusted the camera settings on her phone, making sure the frame was just right. "Alright, Cam, here’s the plan," she began, her mischievous grin already making him wary.
Cameron, sitting on the porch steps, raised an eyebrow. "I don’t like that look. What’s the plan?"
Kat ignored his skepticism and launched into the explanation. "It’s a classic comedy skit. You’re running from some unseen pursuer, all panicked and desperate. You zigzag, jump over stuff, total action hero mode. Then—BAM! You hit a clothesline. Hard cut."
Cam nodded slowly. "Okay, that’s not too bad so far."
"And when the scene resumes…" Kat’s grin widened. "You’re magically wearing a dress."
Cam’s expression froze. "Wait. Hold up. A dress?"
"A dress," Kat confirmed, barely holding back a laugh. "A classic visual gag! One second you’re flailing in laundry, the next—BOOM—instant costume change. It’ll be hilarious."
Cameron groaned. "Why do I have to be the one in the dress?"
Kat shrugged. "You got a better idea?"
Cam thought about it for a moment before sighing in defeat. "...Fine. But I swear, if this ends up online—"
"No promises!" Kat sang, already setting up the shot.
She counted down, hitting record. "Action!"
Cameron burst into a full sprint, looking over his shoulder with exaggerated terror. "Oh no! I gotta get out of here!" he shouted. He zig-zagged through Kat’s backyard, vaulting over a lawn chair and dodging an old garden gnome.
"Nice! Keep going!" Kat encouraged, moving with the camera to keep up.
Cam rounded a corner and—WHAM!—smacked face-first into a clothesline strung between two wooden posts. The impact sent him stumbling backward, tangled in freshly washed laundry.
"Aaaaand CUT!" Kat yelled between bursts of laughter. "Alright, dude, time for wardrobe change."
Cameron sighed, already regretting everything. "I hate you so much right now."
"No you don’t," Kat smirked, tossing him the dress. "Now go make yourself fabulous."