Just great.
My date with Madsen sucked.
Well, not really. Going by regular date standards, it was actually pretty great. The movie was good, we talked, we laughed, had a good time. If we hadn't already had sex twice before going out, it probably would have been a damn good date. But it wasn't. I wasn't interested in the movie like I should have been, I wasn't ( Read more... )
Well, not really. Going by regular date standards, it was actually pretty great. The movie was good, we talked, we laughed, had a good time. If we hadn't already had sex twice before going out, it probably would have been a damn good date. But it wasn't. I wasn't interested in the movie like I should have been, I wasn't ( Read more... )
"Always ready, Sam."
I heard that double entendre, keep it to yourself damn it.
After my little talk with Madsen, I'd been having second thoughts. Especially with these girls just throwing themselves at me. I love Carly, but come on. There isn't a guy alive who wouldn't be tempted at all.
But, I'm still behaving myself. Like a freakin' castrated idiot or something, I'm sitting here taking pictures of gorgeous women who hit on me non stop, and not doing a single thing about it. Which, is crap, but I don't want to hurt Carly, so I'm stuck.
I made sure Tonya was in focus, waited until she'd settled into a pose, and then... my cellphone rang. I screwed up the shot completely, and rolled my eyes. "Guys lets wrap for twenty minutes, okay?" Freakin' shoot me.
I checked the Caller ID, thinking it was Carly finally deciding to pick up the phone and call me back, or Arianna with another panic attack, or whatever. It wasn't, it was Alex. I picked up. "... Hey Alex, what's up?"
"How long did you say Sam?" That purple bikini... I don't know why I did this.
"Twenty minutes Tonya." I turned my attention back to the call, with my back to everyone else at the shoot. "Hey, sorry. Something wrong?"
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At least he doesn't sound unhappy to hear from me. I probably interrupted his work or something, but Sam's always been too nice to say anything about stuff like that.
I started to reply when he covered the phone to say something to someone I assumed was a co-worker.
"Twenty minutes Tonya. ... Hey, sorry. Something wrong?"
"Wrong? N-no. Well, yes, but I wanted to ask you how the shoot was going before I got into that. How are the Bahamas?" We live in Southern California. We're no strangers to nice weather. Still, the Bahamas must be gorgeous. Beaches everywhere, the ocean, hot guys with hot tans in itty bitty bathing suits... gorgeous.
"Sorry, sounds like I interrupted something."
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Why does this strike me as Madsen related. I'm betting he took the 'stay away from Alex' thing full tilt, and she hasn't heard from him. I don't think Carly would really flip on them when I'm not there. I don't know this for sure, but...
"The Bahamas are... great." I have to learn to start sounding more enthusiastic about certain crap that I'm supposed to sound happy about. "Definitely... interesting." What the hell is that?!
"Sorry, sounds like I interrupted something."
"Nah, they're taking a break. And it's going fine, running along pretty smoothly. So am I supposed to hack a guess, or are you going to tell me what's up?" I'm not pissed, I've got no reason to be, but I don't want to use up my break with Alex sort of dancing around the issue.
"Something happen?"
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Right, because that sounds convincing.
"Nah, they're taking a break. And it's going fine, running along pretty smoothly. So am I supposed to hack a guess, or are you going to tell me what's up? Something happen?"
"Well..." I started, sighing a little, "I just wanted to ask you why noone is talking to me anymore? Carly won't answer any of my calls or messages, and Madsen won't say a word to me either. Couldn't help thinking you might have said something to Carly that might have caused her to start stonewalling me."
I have to keep telling myself that it's not Sam's fault. Carly would be an awesome Bad Cop, at least when it came to questioning.
"What happened there?"
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When women sigh like that, I tend to get scared. Especially the women I know. That either means I've done something wrong, or I'm about to and I'm being 'forwarned'. With Alex it could be either, and there's no way to tell in advance.
"I just wanted to ask you why noone is talking to me anymore? Carly won't answer any of my calls or messages, and Madsen won't say a word to me either. Couldn't help thinking you might have said something to Carly that might have caused her to start stonewalling me. What happened there?"
"Oh, that." Crap. I sighed. "Carly knows, Alex. She now thinks I'm a pathological liar for not stopping you guys, since I pretty much did the same thing when Madsen had a one nighter with this girl Daphne in high school." I'm going to skip over the part where I explain why Daphne was so huge.
"And she's about ready to kill him. The first shot she gets, I don't really see her not taking." I sighed again, heading off a bit more when I realized one of the girls was trying to figure out if I was talking to a girlfriend or not.
"I told Madsen to stay away from you a little bit, but I didn't actually mean altogether. I mean, I'm just trying to keep anything else from happening before I get back. Unless you want to see him dead." I hope not.
"So she's pissed off at just about everyone who knew, and he's kind of just doing what I told him." I tried to gauge by the silence whether or not she was pissed at me. "I'm sorry. I didn't actually tell Carly, she figured out the whole damned thing on her own."
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Obviously. I figured out that Carly knew, otherwise she wouldn't be avoiding me. I didn't especially want to hear about Madsen and this Daphne character, though. I'm not jealous or anything, I just don't want details on how that blew up in their faces, since I'm hoping to get out of this whole mess without it blowing up in my face any more than it absolutely has to. Obviously I'm not gonna get off scott-free, but I can still have hope, right?
"Yeah, I know she knows. After about 36 hours of her not talking to me, I decided she must have found out."
"And she's about ready to kill him. The first shot she gets, I don't really see her not taking."
"Figured that, too. I'm think of advising him to leave town for a couple of weeks so he can avoid losing any body parts he might actually need in the future."
"I told Madsen to stay away from you a little bit, but I didn't actually mean altogether. I mean, I'm just trying to keep anything else from happening before I get back. Unless you want to see him dead."
"Of course I don't want to see him dead!" ... that may have been a little too enthusiastic. Yikes. Well, I guess if I want this situation to work itself out in any way, I'm going to have to start being honest. Might as well start with Sam. "It's okay. I mean, I understand that. A heads up would have been nice, but I was just worried it might be... something else."
Like perhaps the fact that we didn't sleep together after our one and only date. I'm starting to regret that more and more. I know that as soon as Sam gets back and Carly stops avoiding me, this whole thing is going to end just as quickly as it started. It would have been nice to get a few last laughs out of it, but those prospects look grim.
"So she's pissed off at just about everyone who knew, and he's kind of just doing what I told him. I'm sorry. I didn't actually tell Carly, she figured out the whole damned thing on her own."
"You don't have to be sorry, Sam... trust me, I know how Carly is. You don't exactly need to volunteer information for her to get it out of you, and we weren't exactly subtle at the party, or when we left. How much does she know? Just about what happened after the party, or -- the other stuff?" Did Sam even know about the other stuff? Probably, if he'd already talked to Madsen.
Wonder if he said anything nice about me?
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That was a little... loud. "I didn't think so." I laughed a little. "I was just kidding." Somewhat. Alex always seemed cool with Madsen, but I was never really clear up until this point if she liked him at all.
Guess she does.
"It's okay. I mean, I understand that. A heads up would have been nice, but I was just worried it might be... something else."
Something else like he was ditching her altogether. That's not something he's above, even I'll admit to that part, but I like to think he'd know enough to, y'know, not burn any bridges close to home. Hurting Carly's best friend? Would get him dead twice as fast as this ever would.
And I don't think I'd protect him from Carly if he decided to be that bad.
"You don't have to be sorry, Sam... trust me, I know how Carly is. You don't exactly need to volunteer information for her to get it out of you, and we weren't exactly subtle at the party, or when we left. How much does she know? Just about what happened after the party, or -- the other stuff?"
"She knows just what happened at the party, not about the second time, and the date. I didn't even know until I talked to him yesterday." I shrugged.
I then paused, trying to figure out just how much I should let slip to Alex, if about anything. What the hell, might as well do it. "He does like you. I can't really gauge how much, but he does. I think you're a little different for him." I shrugged again, glancing over as I saw Marty motioning to me to get back.
Okay, more like waving both hands in the air like a lunatic, whatever. Semantics. "Alex... I think I gotta run..." I frowned, trying to get what he why he was freaking out so bad by the rapid hand gestures. "I'll talk to you when I get back."
What the hell is wrong with this guy? I held up a hand for him to give me a minute. At the least, someone probably pissed someone else off, and I'm looking at a longer break. At the worst, there's a catfight, and that's something I'm sure as hell not getting into.
"Anything else happens, just call me, alright?"
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What?
"He does? I am?" I can't say that's not what I wanted, but the closer we get to Sam's return home, the more I feel like this can't work. I sort of really wish it could. I like him, and Sam says he's genuinely likes me. "Well, that's... um... that's something."
I rule at conversation. Really.
"Alex... I think I gotta run... I'll talk to you when I get back."
This is probably a good time for us to hang up anyway. It was nice to hear Sam's voice, first of all, and I had my questions answered. On top of that, I learned a little more than I'd actually asked for.
"Alright. Good luck with the rest of the job, okay? I'll see you when you get home."
"Anything else happens, just call me, alright?"
Aw! He's such a good friend. I love Sammy.
"Sure thing... thanks. I'll do that." He sounded kind of anxious. Someone was probably demanding he get back to work. "I'll let you go. Try to enjoy the rest of your trip, we'll talk later. Bye. Thanks again."
He said goodbye and we hung up.
As much as I wanted to have my friend back home, I was almost dreading Sam's return. Whatever it was that was going to go down when he got back? Yeah. It wasn't going to be pretty.
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