Just freakin' kill me.
I need to talk to someone. And since Carly doesn't want to pick up the phone, Arianna would give me endless amounts of crap, Alex would tear my head off, and I don't even want to think about the level of sarcasm Dan would get up to... Madsen is my only choice.
Not the best one, and even I'll admit to that, but the only one, so leave me alone.
The shoot so far's been coming along great. Sure, everyone's a little annoyed that I won't drink, because apparently that makes me a little less fun, when added onto the fact that I'm not single anymore. Sure, every last girl here won't stop flirting with me, and if it weren't for Carly, I'd go for it in a heartbeat.
But the pictures? They're coming out great. Marty, the editor, is all thrilled with how well it's going. He's talking about passing my name around to other people, maybe people who will give me more jobs. And can I ever see that going over well with Carly.
Carly, who still won't pick up the God damn phone, making me leave six or seven messages, and it's only been three days. Carly, who could be doing God knows what right now with freakin' Jake there.
No... no. That's not what's happening. There's got to be a reason. So I'm going to call my best friend, and he'll give me a reason. Yeah, I'm fully aware of who I'm relying on for help here, but desperate times...
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Okay, I consider myself damned lucky I did not give in during that movie. I consider me and Alex really really lucky, because it shows we can go through a date thing without any sex being involved. And I think that's pretty cool. Self restraint and shit like that.
... Okay, dude, who am I kidding? It sucked. Way beyond suckage actually, it was torture. The whole time, no sex, and then we just seperated afterwards without so much as a single make out session. I think I deserved that, as a reward or something. That should have happened.
But since I'm supposed to be all 'self restrained' because it was 'a date'... Shit dude, it was just hell. It was nice hanging out with Alex, almost enough to make it better, but the torture part was still totally there.
Sorta wish Sammy was around to tell all this shit to, but it's cool. He's with all the beach bunnies. Lucky bastard.
I heard the phone ring, and picked up. "Yo?"
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"Hey." I smirked, sitting in my hotel room. "How's it going?"
"Sammy! What's up man? Get any good beach bunnies yet?"
I was waiting for that. In fact, I was pretty sure 'beach bunny' would come up before 'what's up'. Or even before 'Sammy' for that matter. He'd been trying to talk me into taking him with me on the shoot ever since he heard about it. "Not much, no, no way in hell. How's things with you?"
"... Good..."
That's the voice when he doesn't want to tell me what's going on. Which probably has something to do with Alex. What, did something else happen?... Do I really want to know that? "What'd you do?" I guess I do. Maybe I can brace myself for when I get back if I do know about it before hand.
"Dude! I didn't do anything. In fact, I'm totally appalled you think I did something. I'd tell you if I did something, just like you'd tell me, so obviously there's nothing to tell."
"Were you trying to make any sense, or did you throw that together at the last second?" I sighed, not waiting for an answer. "Just tell me what happened with Alex."
"Dude, that was psychic."
"I know you slept with her after the party. Carly knows too. Something else happened, what did you do?"
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Dude, how does he know all this? Sure, he saw me leave with Alex, but does he know that I slept with her?
... Because it's Sammy, and the guy just totally knows me, because we've been best friends since forever and shit. So I guess I should just tell him, because he'll probably find out somehow anyway when he gets back. "I sort of had sex with Alex a second time..."
"You WHAT?!"
"And then we sorta did this date thing afterwards, but there was no sex that time."
"Do you have any idea what Carly's going to do to you for this whole thing?"
A couple. Some really scary pictures too. "Yeah, sorta."
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I've said it before, and I'll say it again; My best friend is an absolute moron. Prize winning. He's still my best friend, but everyone knows this. Including him. He had the potential to be smart before he decided weed was the better way to go. Not that I can really say too much, I went and decided alcohol was the better way to go for a while. I changed. He changed because I did.
"You're out of your freakin' skull, you know that? Do you actually like Alex, or are you just using her for sex?" I know there are girls he hangs with if that was the case, that would be a lot safer to sleep with and/or date than freakin' Alex. "Because if that's it--"
"Look, Sammy..."
"Answer the question Madsen. You're not just putting your ass on the line here." Carly's already willing to kill me at this point practically.
"I like her. I don't know how much, but dude, she's way different than the thing with Daphne."
He likes her. He actually likes her. And by the tone of his voice, you could actually think that she really was different for him. And here's the really abso-freakin'-lutely crazy part: I believe that. "You're not kidding me right?" I have to check.
"I'm serious Sammy. I don't know why, I just kinda do."
Great. Just great.
Well, I got what I wanted, definitely. I'm not thinking about the Carly and Jake problem anymore. Not by a freakin' long shot am I thinking about that. I've got a much bigger problem right now, because Carly's going to turn the whole freakin' thing on me. And then I'll get dumped for Jake and lose my family.
But only after that. So I have time to obsess over that issue later.
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"I still think you're outa your freakin' skull."
"Dude," I laughed a little. "I totally agree with you. But it's different. She doesn't... expect anything, know what I'm saying? And she's completely un-Snowflakey. It's weird, and cool at the same time. She's not other chicks. And she's awesome in bed."
"I didn't need to know that."
"Yeah well, now you do anyway." I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'll handle Carly."
"She'll kill you."
"Well... yeah, but still. I'll handle it. It was my fault, not yours dude, no reason for her to come down on you for this too, know what I'm saying?" I mean, yeah, it'd be really cool to have Sammy there as a sheild, but it sorta wouldn't work out. "So look, we'll deal when you get back. Now come on dude, what're the beach bunnies like?"
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"All over me." I sighed, giving into the subject change since there was no point in fighting it. "And all I can think about is that Carly's back home with Jake and Julia... and Jake's there... with Carly and Julia..." Crap, now I'm back to being worried about that all over again.
"Dude, she's not going to cheat on you."
"I know but--"
"And even if she did, that'd be a totally dumb move on her part, even though Jake's got it way bad for her."
Somehow, that wasn't as helpful as the first sentence was. He should have stopped at the first sentence. He sounded like what Arianna said. Does anyone I know actually know how to give any advice whatsoever that's actually helpful, or is that too much to ask for? "Thanks."
"Anytime dude. Any chance you can get me down there for beach bunny fun?"
"No."
"Oh come on."
"No. Because you'll try and get me to sleep with one of them, and I'll come back and be twice as dead than I ever could be despite what you've done."
"Well if Snowflake is going to cheat on you..."
"You just said she's not going to!"
"She's not! Look man, all I'm saying, is it's like insurance. You'll feel better. And it's not like you were drinking."
"No, I'm just cheating on my girlfriend." Why the hell did I call him again? This isn't helping me at all. And now I have three images in my head. Carly screaming at me over Madsen and Alex, Carly being with Jake instead of me, and Tanya's offer to visit me in my hotel room later on being fufilled. I can't quite figure out which one is worse.
"Alright, forget the beach bunnies. Even though, you're totally going to regret it."
"Y'know what? I think I'm going to go." Freakin' idiot. Not helping at all. What the hell kind of friend is he? "I'll talk to when I get back, okay?"
"Cool dude. Call me if you change your mind on getting me down there."
"Yeah, right. Try and stay away from Alex for the rest of the week, alright? Don't make things any worse than they have to be."
"You got it. Later dude."
I hung up, and leaned back in my chair, sighing. That didn't help at all, and now I'm stuck with a drink craving all over again. So I'm just going to sit here and wait it out, even though my nerves are pretty close to shot, and I've got another shoot in an hour.
Oh I just freakin' love this.
I leaned back too far in my chair, and fell backwards, hitting the ground and rolling out of the chair. "... Could this day get any freakin' better, or is it just me?!" I asked no one in particular, and then heard a knock on the door as I started getting up.
"Sam? Sam-o! Are you okay buddy?"
"Marty, so help me, not freakin' now, okay?!"
Not the best one, and even I'll admit to that, but the only one, so leave me alone.
The shoot so far's been coming along great. Sure, everyone's a little annoyed that I won't drink, because apparently that makes me a little less fun, when added onto the fact that I'm not single anymore. Sure, every last girl here won't stop flirting with me, and if it weren't for Carly, I'd go for it in a heartbeat.
But the pictures? They're coming out great. Marty, the editor, is all thrilled with how well it's going. He's talking about passing my name around to other people, maybe people who will give me more jobs. And can I ever see that going over well with Carly.
Carly, who still won't pick up the God damn phone, making me leave six or seven messages, and it's only been three days. Carly, who could be doing God knows what right now with freakin' Jake there.
No... no. That's not what's happening. There's got to be a reason. So I'm going to call my best friend, and he'll give me a reason. Yeah, I'm fully aware of who I'm relying on for help here, but desperate times...
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Okay, I consider myself damned lucky I did not give in during that movie. I consider me and Alex really really lucky, because it shows we can go through a date thing without any sex being involved. And I think that's pretty cool. Self restraint and shit like that.
... Okay, dude, who am I kidding? It sucked. Way beyond suckage actually, it was torture. The whole time, no sex, and then we just seperated afterwards without so much as a single make out session. I think I deserved that, as a reward or something. That should have happened.
But since I'm supposed to be all 'self restrained' because it was 'a date'... Shit dude, it was just hell. It was nice hanging out with Alex, almost enough to make it better, but the torture part was still totally there.
Sorta wish Sammy was around to tell all this shit to, but it's cool. He's with all the beach bunnies. Lucky bastard.
I heard the phone ring, and picked up. "Yo?"
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"Hey." I smirked, sitting in my hotel room. "How's it going?"
"Sammy! What's up man? Get any good beach bunnies yet?"
I was waiting for that. In fact, I was pretty sure 'beach bunny' would come up before 'what's up'. Or even before 'Sammy' for that matter. He'd been trying to talk me into taking him with me on the shoot ever since he heard about it. "Not much, no, no way in hell. How's things with you?"
"... Good..."
That's the voice when he doesn't want to tell me what's going on. Which probably has something to do with Alex. What, did something else happen?... Do I really want to know that? "What'd you do?" I guess I do. Maybe I can brace myself for when I get back if I do know about it before hand.
"Dude! I didn't do anything. In fact, I'm totally appalled you think I did something. I'd tell you if I did something, just like you'd tell me, so obviously there's nothing to tell."
"Were you trying to make any sense, or did you throw that together at the last second?" I sighed, not waiting for an answer. "Just tell me what happened with Alex."
"Dude, that was psychic."
"I know you slept with her after the party. Carly knows too. Something else happened, what did you do?"
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Dude, how does he know all this? Sure, he saw me leave with Alex, but does he know that I slept with her?
... Because it's Sammy, and the guy just totally knows me, because we've been best friends since forever and shit. So I guess I should just tell him, because he'll probably find out somehow anyway when he gets back. "I sort of had sex with Alex a second time..."
"You WHAT?!"
"And then we sorta did this date thing afterwards, but there was no sex that time."
"Do you have any idea what Carly's going to do to you for this whole thing?"
A couple. Some really scary pictures too. "Yeah, sorta."
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I've said it before, and I'll say it again; My best friend is an absolute moron. Prize winning. He's still my best friend, but everyone knows this. Including him. He had the potential to be smart before he decided weed was the better way to go. Not that I can really say too much, I went and decided alcohol was the better way to go for a while. I changed. He changed because I did.
"You're out of your freakin' skull, you know that? Do you actually like Alex, or are you just using her for sex?" I know there are girls he hangs with if that was the case, that would be a lot safer to sleep with and/or date than freakin' Alex. "Because if that's it--"
"Look, Sammy..."
"Answer the question Madsen. You're not just putting your ass on the line here." Carly's already willing to kill me at this point practically.
"I like her. I don't know how much, but dude, she's way different than the thing with Daphne."
He likes her. He actually likes her. And by the tone of his voice, you could actually think that she really was different for him. And here's the really abso-freakin'-lutely crazy part: I believe that. "You're not kidding me right?" I have to check.
"I'm serious Sammy. I don't know why, I just kinda do."
Great. Just great.
Well, I got what I wanted, definitely. I'm not thinking about the Carly and Jake problem anymore. Not by a freakin' long shot am I thinking about that. I've got a much bigger problem right now, because Carly's going to turn the whole freakin' thing on me. And then I'll get dumped for Jake and lose my family.
But only after that. So I have time to obsess over that issue later.
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"I still think you're outa your freakin' skull."
"Dude," I laughed a little. "I totally agree with you. But it's different. She doesn't... expect anything, know what I'm saying? And she's completely un-Snowflakey. It's weird, and cool at the same time. She's not other chicks. And she's awesome in bed."
"I didn't need to know that."
"Yeah well, now you do anyway." I rolled my eyes. "Look, I'll handle Carly."
"She'll kill you."
"Well... yeah, but still. I'll handle it. It was my fault, not yours dude, no reason for her to come down on you for this too, know what I'm saying?" I mean, yeah, it'd be really cool to have Sammy there as a sheild, but it sorta wouldn't work out. "So look, we'll deal when you get back. Now come on dude, what're the beach bunnies like?"
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"All over me." I sighed, giving into the subject change since there was no point in fighting it. "And all I can think about is that Carly's back home with Jake and Julia... and Jake's there... with Carly and Julia..." Crap, now I'm back to being worried about that all over again.
"Dude, she's not going to cheat on you."
"I know but--"
"And even if she did, that'd be a totally dumb move on her part, even though Jake's got it way bad for her."
Somehow, that wasn't as helpful as the first sentence was. He should have stopped at the first sentence. He sounded like what Arianna said. Does anyone I know actually know how to give any advice whatsoever that's actually helpful, or is that too much to ask for? "Thanks."
"Anytime dude. Any chance you can get me down there for beach bunny fun?"
"No."
"Oh come on."
"No. Because you'll try and get me to sleep with one of them, and I'll come back and be twice as dead than I ever could be despite what you've done."
"Well if Snowflake is going to cheat on you..."
"You just said she's not going to!"
"She's not! Look man, all I'm saying, is it's like insurance. You'll feel better. And it's not like you were drinking."
"No, I'm just cheating on my girlfriend." Why the hell did I call him again? This isn't helping me at all. And now I have three images in my head. Carly screaming at me over Madsen and Alex, Carly being with Jake instead of me, and Tanya's offer to visit me in my hotel room later on being fufilled. I can't quite figure out which one is worse.
"Alright, forget the beach bunnies. Even though, you're totally going to regret it."
"Y'know what? I think I'm going to go." Freakin' idiot. Not helping at all. What the hell kind of friend is he? "I'll talk to when I get back, okay?"
"Cool dude. Call me if you change your mind on getting me down there."
"Yeah, right. Try and stay away from Alex for the rest of the week, alright? Don't make things any worse than they have to be."
"You got it. Later dude."
I hung up, and leaned back in my chair, sighing. That didn't help at all, and now I'm stuck with a drink craving all over again. So I'm just going to sit here and wait it out, even though my nerves are pretty close to shot, and I've got another shoot in an hour.
Oh I just freakin' love this.
I leaned back too far in my chair, and fell backwards, hitting the ground and rolling out of the chair. "... Could this day get any freakin' better, or is it just me?!" I asked no one in particular, and then heard a knock on the door as I started getting up.
"Sam? Sam-o! Are you okay buddy?"
"Marty, so help me, not freakin' now, okay?!"