Author - Well...umm...that'd be me.

WARNING! This is a carby. If you don't like carby don't read this because, honestly, I don't care to hear how much you hate carby. However, if you are a carby, please, read on. Please Reveiw! No flames please!

She was blowing her nose when the phone rang. There was no need to check the caller ID only one person would tell her that they would call at 7 and actually call at 7. Not 6:59, not 7:01, 7:00. She dropped her tissue to the couch and picked up the phone.

"Hey Carter"

"How did you…..forget it. Are we still on for tonight?"

"If you don't mind catching the flu," He laughed.

"Well genius, I actually got my flu shot before the flu season"

"All hail John Carter," she joked before sneezing into the bright pink tissue.

"Are you washing your hands? Drinking enough? Do you want me to bring soup?" This is what she got for having a doctor for a best friend.

"Just bring yourself, takeout, and a movie." They were still talking when she heard footsteps in the hall.

"Is that…."

"Yup"

"I'm coming" She hung up her phone and opened the door for her best friend.

"Your neighbor let me in"

"She must really like you" he blushed slightly and set the pizza box down on the table. He held up the movie for her inspection. His love for Catherine Zeta Jones had really gone too far.

"The Terminal?"

"It has…

"Catherine, I know."

"Have you seen it?"

"Not yet." So she popped the video into the machine and they settled down with their pizza and tall glasses of coke.

"You know…," he whispered to her as Catherine Zeta Jones conversed with Tom Hanks, "She would look really good in a cowboy hat."

"And nothing else?"

"Naturally" She scrunched her forehead and squinted her eyes trying to picture it.

"I think it would look better on Tom Hanks"

"Only the hat?" he asked

"Naturally," looking past the sloshing beer on the screen he tried to picture the actor in his birthday suit and a cowboy hat. He shook his head.

"No, honestly, who do you think is hotter, Tom Hanks, or Me?" She laughed almost blowing her coke through her nose. "Tom, definitely Tom." He pouted pretending to be hurt.

"You mean you'd rather spend an evening with Tom Hanks then with me?"

"No, no I didn't say that. I said Tom is hotter than you are, but you're probably more fun then he is, and you probably both have just as much money." He playfully smacked her on the arm as she blew her nose.

"Hey, no hitting me! I'm sick."

"I bet Tom got his flu shot" She stuck her tongue out and returned to the movie just in time to see 10 or 15 people imitating a goat. She nearly choked on her pizza.

"Am I hotter than Jim Carrey?" She shook her head,

"Nope"

"Adrian Brody?"

"Not this time"

"George Clooney?"

"Hell, no!"

"Well then who am I hotter than?" She thought for a second,

"That guy."

"Who?"

"That one, with the mustache"

"Everyone is hotter than him"

"Not everyone."

"Even Morris is hotter than that guy!" She considered the man on the screen with the red headed R2.

"Yea. Your right. Sorry" He shrugged his shoulders and they turned back to the movie.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"I'm going home."

The credits rolled and she sat up from her position against his side.

"I guess I better go?"

"I have an early shift" he nodded and put their glasses into the sink. Together they put the leftover pizza into the freezer and washed and dried the dishes. She helped into his large array of winter gear, a sweater, a coat, two scarves, a hat, and a pair of gloves.

"I didn't realize it was that cold" He nodded

"They said ten below" She shivered just thinking about tomorrows commute.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Lunch at noon in Ike's?"

"See you then" She opened the door for him and he was halfway down the hall before he turned back to face her.

"Just for the record, I think you are so much hotter than Catherine Zeta Jones." The elevator door closed behind him.