Lets push on, shall we?
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MONDAY
"So he invited himself to your reunion?" Phillippe questioned the current source of entertainment. "That is so freakin…hot!"
"Ugh, please!" Scoffed Jack, as he switched his crossed legs over. "You know how much of a diva the man is! I just couldn't have him embarrass me in front of my school friends! I had to lay down some guidelines for him."
"Go on…" Eliza urged, already enthralled in the story.
PREVIOUS SATURDAY: LUNCH
"Ok, William. You are coming to MY event, so you Will play this MY way. Got it?"
Will finished his mouthful of sandwich before responding. "Tell me again, why aren't you eating anything?"
"Because I am currently on the 'Gum and Juice' diet. The gum gets my metabolism a-racin' and the juice gives me the nutrients." And chewing distracts my nervousness about tonight.
"Did you make this diet up? Or did the other teenage girls peer pressure you into it?"
"Ah, always so ready to shut down those of us who actually care about our weight."
Will smirked at his friend. Why did I even come? He knew, as most reunions go, that he would be sitting around, doing napkin origami to save him from the abyss of boredom. Especially since it wasn't even his own reunion. But surely he could dig up some juicy information on Jack's younger years? His embarrassing moments even? Just something…anything that could give him an upper-hand on the mocking scale.
He watched Jack as he pulled out two sticks of gum from his pocket and popped them into his mouth, before sipping the juice that he had ordered.
"How's the gum-o-rexia faring? Feel Kate Moss-like thin yet?"
"Wanna hear something funny?" Jack asked. "If you do, then don't listen to anything that comes out of your mouth."
"I'm ordering you a sandwich…We still have a good hour of driving left, and if you want to ride in the passenger seat like a big boy, I can't handle you smacking that gum in my ear for the remainder of the trip."
Will called a waitress over and chose a sandwich for his friend.
Memories of his high school life kept surging forward in Jack's mind, leaking out of his brain in the form of anxiety. What am I doing? I am…in Britney's terms…CRAZY… to bring Will there tonight! How can you possibly hide elements of your past from a person if you are leading them slap bang into the middle of the trap?
He didn't even realise that he was staring at nothing in particular, as his chewing sped up to collaborate with his fear.
After a moment of analyzing his best friend's behaviour, Will inquired with concern, "Is something wrong, Jack?"
Snap. Out. Of. It. You. Insanely. Hot. Idiot! "Huh? Other than your whole outfit? Nope. Why would you think something is wrong?" Good work, Jack.
"Because your jaw is moving faster than Grace in an underwear sale. I always tell her that you're better at the lingere thing than I am, but she insists I choose it."
"Does your wife mind you sharing these sick personal details with other people?"
The sandwich was delivered to the table, as Jack pulled out a fork and knife and began to contently eat the sandwich as if eating a steak. Will chose not to comment on the odd behaviour, as something like this wasn't in fact outstandingly strange for his erratic friend.
Will briefly sat his hand on top of Jack's."So…nothing's wrong with you, then?"
Jack uneasily pulled his hand away. "Besides this extremely average sandwich, no."
"Are you sure?"
"Stop!" Jack groaned.
"Stop what?"
"Caring."
Will shook his head, unsatisfied with Jack's response. Suddenly, Jack began to squint and wave at somebody behind Will's head.
"Who are you waving to?"
"Some guy is trying to show me his ring, but I can't quite see it."
Will turned around to inspect the scene and then quickly returned his gaze to Jack.
"He's not showing you his ring, he's flipping you off!"
"I thought it was lame to have a ring on your middle finger anyway."
"C'mon, lets get to the hotel. We're in separate beds, right?" Will inquired, collecting his jacket from the back of his seat.
"Unfortunately for you, Will, we are. I made sure of it, so don't get any ideas."
"Aw, dang, and I was planning for this to be our perfect, romantic rendezvous and then we can be together forever and ever. I was even gonna serenade you with Barry White and Celene Dion songs tonight." The older man spouted, his voice thick with sarcasm.
"You sicken me. You are officially not allowed to make eye contact with me for the rest of the trip, Truman." Jack warned as the two made their way to the hired car. They each stood at their doors, and before jumping in the car, Will grinned at Jack.
"That's alright, Jack. I suppose my heart will go on."
MONDAY
Eliza leaned forward in her chair. "The people at your school did know you're gay, right?"
"Naturally. One must not hide who they truly are…unless they are questioning, or they are Tom Cruise."
"So you spent the night in a hotel room with another man…in separate beds?" Phillippe snorted in disappointment.
"Oh, my dear man of hairdressing talent," Jack sighed. "The bed situation was but the first of many disasters…"
PREVIOUS SATURDAY: AFTERNOON
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE DON'T HAVE SEPARATE BEDS!" Screeched Jack, causing all those uninvolved to direct their attention to the drama at hand.
"Sir," whispered the man behind the desk. "We are completely booked out, and our secretary that we were supposed to fire months ago must have misheard you."
Will calmly placed his hand on the desk. "So there is absolutely nothing we can do about it?"
"No, sir. As I clearly mentioned to your inarticulate friend here, there is only one bed in the room."
Will nodded with acceptance as he collected the key. While making their way across the lobby to the elevator, Jack turned to Will and said: "I know you too well, Will…you planned this whole thing, you sad sad lonely man."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Jack, but children really aren't my thang."
"Ok, don't say thang…We will be likeDawson and Joey when they were innocent best friends sharing a bed. Got it?"
The two men entered the elevator, and Jack's nerves decided to speed up. Maybe we should turn around now, forget the whole reunion thing and go home to watch some tacky late night talk show with bad jokes and horrid fashion.
Just as Jack's thoughts began to evolve into a perfect escape plan, the elevator doors sprung open, providing the hallway in which the two friends were to locate their room. As Will plunged the key into the lock, Jack closed his eyes. There's no going back now…I guess he'll just have to find out about HER…and unfortunately, the rest.
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