4– You are the sex machine
"So," Michelle started as she tossed some of her Thousand Islands dressing over her salad, "when did it start?" Michelle added as she dipped her index finger in dressing and licked at it.
Lola looked up from her food with small grin, trying to look as innocent as possible. "What do you mean?" She looked up at innocently at Michelle, salting her spaghetti somewhat more, while trying to ignore answer that Michelle wanted to know.
It was obvious that Michelle was curious about Jackson and his emails.
"What do you mean?" Michelle mimicked falsely while shaking her head a bit. She then took the fork in her hand and pointed it at Lola's face. "When did Vintage's Boy and your cyber sex started?"
Lola's cheeks reddened. "YOU'RE CRAZY!" she let out a silent scream. "We don't have cyber—that sounds gross," Lola flinched, "we're just emailing to each other. But it's just like two emails. I'm sure he won't reply at all, he's busy ac—." Lola bit her tongue from inside and took some of her spaghetti.
"What is he?" Michelle asked. "Ha? Porn Star? Gees I never thought you'd fall so small Lola. I thought that when you dated that tattoo dork was the biggest shit you could muster up in your love life—…" Lola cut her friend with small smile.
"He's not porn star." She replied calmly. Michelle raised her eyebrow funnily at her.
"Nothing." Lola replied as she took some of Michelle's salad. "He asked me to keep it in secret." She took some of her water as she mentally noted the fact that she has to reply to Jackson's email. She wanted to do it earlier but Michelle finished her shower very fast and was very hungry.
"Oh is he some undercover detective, Russian spy, KGB, CIA…Come on tell me." Michelle almost started to jump up and down as Lola laughed at her.
"Calm down." Michelle nodded faking disappointment as she stared at Lola. Lola just giggled and took more of her spaghetti. "Anyways it's not that important, right?" Michelle nodded with her head and smiled at her friend. "Are we going into bar after this?"
Michelle raised her eyebrows at Lola. "You? Bar? Really?" Lola nodded at Michelle's list of question. "Sure."
Lola groaned the next morning as she opened her tired eyes. She stretched as she lay in her bed, looking at the ceiling. "I'm never drinking so much again." She muttered as she walked out the bed, rubbing her tummy under her t-shirt from yesterday and walked into kitchen. On the kitchen stood big mug of hot coffee and small note written with Michelle's handwriting:
FUCK YOU…I'll never go with you in bar again! I have headache, you know I don't surrender alcohol you junkie. Here you have coffee…I love you…
Lola laughed as she folded the paper and took sip of the coffee. With lazy steps she went to fridge and took out stuff to make herself sandwich for breakfast. As she ate it; feeling more like the sandwich was eating her—she ran through the channels, looking at the news and other stuff that was mainly monotonous.
"I think I should keep in my mind to dress something." Lola mumbled as she looked at her panties and t-shirt. "Yes, I look weird." she muttered before jogging upstairs and pulling out pair of jeans shorts. Her heart then almost stopped…"Shit." she muttered.
Quickly she scrabbled on her bed, pulling her laptop open and cursed loudly when her internet connection got slow and needed more then ten minutes to pull up the Google page. As she finally opened her Compose Mail window she sighed happily before writing the words as quick as possible.
Am I wrong or are you little Drama Queen? No offense :D
You are making me blush, you know that? And I hate to be red in face because I look like cheery, thanks to pale skin. Gah…But anyways, I thought you won't message because you're busy actor with so much around your head and I'm just writer with lack of inspiration. By the way I made through the first chapter and I'm waiting to hear response.
About checking the bars? LOL I was last night in one of the bars and you were right, they are awesome. And thanks to their awesomeness I'm hangover this morning. I'm even lazy to put some normal pants and my head is throbbing.
And yes…I won't lie, I'd be glad to see reply to this email sooner or later…Vintage Boy…
PS…Seriously you are drama queen…You cake lover… :D
Jackson sighed as he sat on the bed, packing his bag for Vancouver. Shooting of Eclipse was about to start and he had three interviews that morning. It's was bad and it was just feeling shitty. He didn't have sleep in past week at all and their last gig finished with bad hangover. He limply threw his shirts in the suitcase, following by his socks and boxers.
"DUDE." Ben G's voice called through the hallway. Jackson groaned and was quite for more then five minutes, hoping that Ben would shut up about whatever he wanted to say because Jackson was head over heels in his packing and thinking about busy life that he lived. But Ben seemed to be persistent about whatever he wanted to know. "DUDE, JAY." He called again and Jackson rubbed hand over his face.
"Ben if you're calling me again because you lost signal to cable TV fuck off." Jackson replied almost sleepily. He was frustrated, annoyed and wished only to get some sleep but he knew it was fucking impossible. The first thing he'd had to do in Vancouver is week of work-out in gym before Eclipse.
Ben walked in Jackson's room, holding laptop in his hands. "Okay dude. I just might delete this new email from your little girlfriend if you don't want to read it." Jackson turned around, threw the pair of boxers he was holding in hands and in lighting speed snatched the laptop from Ben's hands.
"First she's not my girlfriend and second piss off." Ben made grimace and funny face before laughing.
"You're whipped." He yelled from the hallway. Jackson grinned seeing Lola's name and sighed happily, before opening the letter.
Jackson and Lola kept messaging to each other, rather everyday at least two times at day. Their emails were friendly, full of questions and wonderings. But then they took some break; even if they didn't want. Lola got to work on her book, doing chapter after chapter rather successfully, her inspiration coming back in large amounts.
On the other side, Jackson was tired, having problems with concentration and learning his lines mostly because one particular girl was occupying almost 90% of his brain. He couldn't stop think about her, he couldn't stop but wonder what is she doing right now; and if she is successful in her books.
And how much he wanted to sit down for moment, write the long email, tell her that he's busy he couldn't. It seemed that whenever he was about to email her, something popped out to be more important. He felt so bad for that email that hung around in his inbox, not replied but he couldn't help it and he hoped that Lola wouldn't be mad for that.
Lola sighed as she slumped in seat of her Impala as she sat on the empty parking lot of her publishing company. She laid her head on the steering-wheel and groaned. She felt exhausted and totally out of the shape. She was sad as well—almost depressed because she wondered what was happing with her internet pal.
Of course Lola knew that he's actor, famous and whatnot but she couldn't find the reason that could've make him so lazy about writing email to her. It's been more then two weeks since she last time heard about him and it was message that said only 'I'm sorry darlin…I'm just tired, and I wish I could message you but I literally can't. Hope you're not mad on me…'
And Lola wasn't mad, she was just disappointed…
"What's wrong with you?" Michelle asked one Sunday. The Monday would bring three weeks from Jackson's last email to Lola and she didn't like it, at all.
Lola closed the book she was reading, sitting on the porch stair of Michelle's house. "It's nothing." She mumbled. "I feel weird and I have some slight depression, I think…" She didn't want to admit to Michelle that she's mulling over lack of Jackson's mails. She was so accustomed and now she had to suck it up and start to believe that he was too busy for some plain and quite unsuccessful book writer.
"I know it's because of that guy." Michelle said softly. "I mean I can read it on your face and in your motions."
"How so?" Lola asked as she quizzically looked up at her best friend.
Michelle chuckled sweetly. "Well you're less on writing those emails and you don't smile like before. Come on, are you liking him so much?"
Lola took deep breath and nodded softly with her head. "I like him quite much." she admitted silently as Michelle stood up.
"And the chocolate will make you better. Let's go to fetch cup in some café." Lola nodded, not really thrilled about that. "Come on, smile." Michelle grumbled. Usually she's the one that's in depression but now happy Lorena Williams was the one with frown on her face.