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Seth, Jay and I sprinted to James's house. And when I mean sprinted, I mean that we ran harder than I have ever ran in my entire life. On the way there, we dodged cars, people running amok in the streets, fire, and the ground splitting open at certain points. I screamed, running across James's front lawn with Jay and Seth in tow. The house looked undisturbed, and as I yanked the front door open and threw myself inside with Seth and Jay toppling onto me, the party halted. James sat in the bubble chair by the couch, and stared at us with alarm as we tumbled through his door.

He'd been in mid-conversation, talking to a guest about the massive Freaks and Geeks painting he'd done, which featured Seth, James and myself holding hands with our names Seth Rogen, James Franco & Blake Reid obnoxiously painted above it.

Every party-goer stopped partying, and the music came to a halt. I slammed the door behind me, huffing and puffing, pressing my back against it.

All eyes of the three-hundred something party guests were staring at me.

"What the hell are you guys doing? What's going on?" James asked, looking at Jay, Seth and I like we were out of our minds.

"There's been an earthquake!" Seth exclaimed, looking to James then the party-goers, "Everyone, there's been an earthquake!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, man?" Jonah asked, arching his eyebrows at us.

"Everyone listen up!" I shouted.

Everyone stared at me with dumbstruck faces, eyes wide and drinks in hand.

I cleared my throat, "There's been a massive earthquake, or we're under attack or something!"

"Blake, chill. What are you talking about?" James said, getting up and looking at me like I had three heads, putting a hand on my shoulder cautiously, "We didn't hear anything. The house didn't shake, we didn't hear any screaming. Nothing's going on. Relax. You're pale and you look more terrified than you did when we went to go see Evil Dead."

Oh, that was bad. I remembered that, when he took me a few months ago as a date to the Evil Dead premiere I almost threw up on him.

"Because it's terrifying! You don't understand. It looks like the fucking apocalypse out there!" I told him desperately.

He rolled his eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, Franco. I mean it." I hissed at him, "We've got to do something. It's fucking insane out there."

"That's bullshit. We didn't hear anything." He retorted, "There's nothing."

"We went to the drug store and beams came down from the sky. And they beamed people up! It's madness out there!" Jay shrieked, backing me up.

"Man, this shit is going down." Seth reassured breathlessly.

Before I could say anything, there was a blood-curdling, loud noise from outside, and the entire house shook. James looked at me with wide eyes, and everyone began sprinting outside, panicked. James tried to stop them, as did Seth and I, but we gave up and chased after everyone, residing on James's front lawn.

I stood beside James, Seth, Jay, Jonah and Craig, with all the party guests behind us. We stared up in awe as we watched the Hollywood hills go up in flames. The sky was a hazy, dark orange color, and the clouds were threatening and scarily dark. Cars on the streets were crashing into each other or into trees and telephone poles; there was chaos everywhere. It truly looked like the end of the world.

I turned to look at James, narrowing my eyes at him, and imitated him in a dumb male voice, "Nothing's going on, Blake. Chill."

He glared back at me, giving me a mocking look, "Ha, ha. Very funny."

Before either of us could argue further, Michael Cera pushed from the back of party-goers through to the front of all of us, his back to the street. He stumbled like the idiot he was, coked up out of his mind, fumbling around in his pockets, and then shouting at the huge crowd of party-goers.

"Which one of you bitches stole my phone?" He shouted, slurring his words. No one answered, they just stared at him with annoyance. He laughed, then snorted, and began fumbling in his pockets again aimlessly, "One of you assholes stole my phone and I fucking know it."

He turned to me, laughing, "Blake, you slut! You stole my phone. You sassy little whore, stealing my stuff..."

I glared at him, "I didn't steal your phone! You're fucked up, Michael. It's probably in your pocket..."

There was a sudden crack, and while Michael was rambling, the ground beneath him was crumbling and cracking, creeping to the lamppost that was by the sidewalk behind him. We all shouted at him to move, but while he was in his coked-up state, he didn't listen; the ground cracked beneath the lamppost and it came crashing down with a spine-tingling creak. It impaled Michael from the back, going right through his chest. Blood spurted out of the wound.

Everyone screamed; I jumped into James and Seth, screaming. I thought I was going to be sick; it was disgusting. Michael stared at us, "Is it bad?"

I gagged, absolutely horrified. Everyone was screaming, panicking and yelling. With another sickening creak, the earth rumbled and raised the streetlight up, taking Michael up with it. We all stared up as Michael, while impaled on the streetlight, reached into his pocket and pulled out a bloodly iPhone. "I found it." He exclaimed.

Everyone screamed again as the ground opened up and swallowed the streetlight and Michael, plummeting deep into the depths of the Earth. The ground opened wider and wider, creating a massive sinkhole; everyone backed up and backed up, but many were too late. Mindy, Rihanna, Aziz, and much more were sucked in, falling into the massive pit of fire. I stared in awe at it, completely shocked, when I felt someone grabbing my arm.

"Blake, let's go! Get your ass in the house!"

I didn't even register who it was, I was in such shock as I watched the hole grow wider. I stared at the ground as the crack in the Earth came closer to me.

"Blake, Christ! Stop being an idiot and come on!"

I felt two arms wrap around my waist and haul me up and over someone's shoulder. Before I knew it, I was hoisted up and hanging off James Franco's shoulder, with him racing to the house. I stared in awe at the view of absolute chaos unfold in front of me.

Almost every party guest had fallen into the sinkhole; multiple celebrities and friends, Michael Cera...everyone. I bobbed up and down as James ran with me over his shoulder, and I saw Jay gripping on to the edge of the inside of the sinkhole. We made eye contact and my eyes grew wide to see one of my closest friends about to fall into the hole.

"Jay!" I screeched, the pitch of my voice so high-pitched and desperate that it almost made James drop me. I reached my arms out to him, "Jay!"

James got to the front door, opened it, and sprinted inside. Once we were in, he let me down off his shoulder. Craig and Jonah were there, the only surviving ones besides James and myself.

I gasped and headed back for the front door; James stopped me, blocking me from the door.

"Move." I barked at him.

"Are you insane?" He snapped back at me, "I just saved your life. You can't go out there. You'll fall into that fucking sinkhole or whatever the hell it is. In case you haven't noticed, it just swallowed half of our friends and half of Hollywood!"

He did save my life. That's a weird thing to think.

James Franco saved my life.

"Okay, I know, I know. I'm aware. Jay is in there! He was hanging on for dear life, I need to go help him!" I exclaimed, "Now move."

I tried to pushed past him. I was almost at the door, but he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me back into him, encaging me against him with an arm around my chest to prevent me from getting out of his arms and to the door.

He rolled his eyes, "There is no way I'm letting you out there. You'll fall into that thing."

"You don't get it. I need to help him. No, I won't fall in, either. I need to help Jay!" I hissed at him as he held me, "James, let me go."

"Fuck Jason." He said, "He'll be fine, but if you go out there you'll fall in. You're staying inside, goddamn it!"

"It's Jay! His name is Jay! How hard is that to seriously remember? James, if you don't let me go and take your arms off of me, I will make 127 Hours a reality and cut your arm off." I said, wiggling out of his grasp.

"Even in the face of all hell breaking loose, you still manage to be pretty fucking sassy." James commented.

Before we could argue further, Seth and Jay came barreling into the house, practically stumbling onto each other in sheer terror and panic. I sighed a sigh of relief, and James released me, then turned to me and gestured to Jay, "I told you he was okay!"

"What the fuck is even happening?" Seth shouted.

"How am I supposed to know?" James asked, "I thought you guys were making all this shit up."

"Serves you right not believing us." I said to him, narrowing my eyes at him. He stuck his tongue out at me in response.

"Okay, before you all start bitchin' at each other and start another infamous Franco/Reid fight, turn on the news. I want to know what the fuck's going on. Craig advised, beckoning to the couch.

"Yeah, turn on the TV. We need to see what's happening." Jonah chirped.

James grabbed the remote from the coffee table, pressed a button, and the TV came up from the floor. I looked up at him, "Seriously?"

He grinned at me with the wide, crooked grin he always flashed me that literally made my knees feel weak. I felt like any other girl that fangirled over him when he did that.

"Showoff." I smirked, watching as the TV settled in its' spot and James turned it on.

I jumped lazily on the couch, squished between Seth and Jonah. James stared at the TV, standing off to the side, as the newscaster on TV spoke. I snuggled in, terrified and disturbed at what I'd seen outside; between seeing Michael Cera being impaled, Paul Rudd step on and squish a girl's head under his foot, or see almost every celebrity I know get swallowed by a huge pit, "disturbed" was putting it lightly. I felt disgusted and sick.

I re-wrapped myself up in James's cardigan, snuggling in and watching the TV with panic in my eyes. I raked a hand through my hair in stress, my eyes not leaving the screen.

"...Government has asked everyone to stay inside their homes and be safe..." was all we heard and saw of the newscaster, when the testing screen came up. No more news.

Shit.

Seth sighed, and looked at me. So did James, Craig, Jonah and Jay.

James looked at me panicedly, "What are we going to do?"

I was terrified. I had no idea what was going to happen or what was evening happening now. But I straightened up, pulled up the sleeves of James's grandma cardigan, and cleared my throat. I looked at my best friends, "What are we going to do? What any sensible apocalypse survivors would do...See what there is to eat."

Only I would get stuck during the apocalypse in a house with my idiotic friends. And now, being the only girl and proclaimed "mom" of our group, I knew I was going to have to restore some sanity to the boys.

Right?

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