IV

I tied my hair up, throwing it up in a messy bun, strands of hair falling around my face. I glared at the boys, standing at the front of the countertop island in the middle of the kitchen in between James and Jay. After we'd watched the news, we'd boarded up almost the whole house to prevent anything from coming in. We were all tired.

I huffed, and cracked my knuckles. The guys looked at me and Seth expectantly.

"Okay, okay. We're going to have not a ton of food supplies, you guys, so this is going to have to last. Got it?" I said, and everyone nodded. "Seth, what have we got?"

Seth sighed. "Well, we've got...twelve bottles of water, fifty-six beers, two vodkas—one of which is half a bottle of James's gross peppermint kind—four whiskeys, six bottles of wine, tequila, Nutella, a hunk of cheese, three steaks, a Milky Way, the Maxim mag that Blake posed in, half ounce of Sour Diesel, a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, half gram of Grand Master Kush, one ounce of Shrooms, fifteen pills of ecstasy, a porno magazine, a metal bat, and the camera used in the movie 27 Hours."

"127 Hours." James corrected.

Seth scribbled it down on the notebook he had.

"Why, why, why is the Maxim I was in included in this?" I asked groaned, picking up the magazine and flipping to the page I was on. I re-wrapped James's grandma cardigan around me insecurely. "James, seriously, why do you have this?"

"'Cause you look like a raging slut in it." Jonah laughed, and I shot him a glare.

"It is pretty funny how they screwed you over." Jay admitted, "I gotta say. And your rack is blatantly in the reader's face."

I turned and glared at him.

Jay put his hands up in defense, "Not that I'm complaining."

"Shut up, you guys." I mumbled. "If I'm really the group's mother, you guys are pretty shitty kids."

James grinned and winked at me.

Posing for Maxim was the worst thing I'd probably ever done. I had a normal body type, not unbelievably model skinny, but I was in decent shape. Still, I was self-consious about myself sometimes. Maxim had offered me a photo shoot to promote one of my movies, and I'd taken the offer. And now it lay in the clutches if these idiots.

I was partially naked in the picture, lower region was covered and my breasts were shown. Probably not the classiest thing I'd ever done. The worst, though, was that Maxim had said that they were going to write the article about how I was a rising actress in Hollywood. That sounded fantastic, seeing as I was only really in comedies and occasionally had a few guest spots in Danny's show Eastbound and Down and a few episodes on season three of True Blood. So I agreed to let them write the article.

Turns out that Maxim only told me part of what they were going to write. Sure, the article talked about my acting, but basically the article as a whole talked about my dealings with Jams Franco and the controversy that the lap dance video had sparked. I remember when I had been walking down Hollywood Boulevard and I'd picked up a copy off a kiosk. My mouth had dropped, and my face turned bright red with embarrassment when I read the title of the article. It had the topless picture of me with the title scrawled across it.

It read: BLAKE REID'S BLURRED LINES
After James Franco tried to domesticate her, she's proved that man is not her maker.
Inside the life of the 'hottest bitch in this place': the only girl in the tight inner circle of the stars of Freaks and Geeks.

Besides the topless picture of me, small pictures of stills from the video were also shown in the article. Maxim had played up the video and made it as a hook so that readers would think it was sexy and read it. I remember turning bright red, driving faster than I should've to Seth's house, throwing open the door with the magazine in hand. Before I could even scream and shout about how embarrassed and angry I was about the spread, I discovered Seth, Jonah, Craig and James, rolling around on the floor cracking up in Seth's apartment, the Maxim clutched in Seth's hand.

"They make you sound like a fucking prostitute!" Seth laughed his ugly laugh, clutching his stomach, "And they make Franco sound like your pimp!"

I had looked at James, who laid down on the floor and looked up at me from upside down, "Blake, that is the best article I've ever read. I wish we did the photo shoot together." I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, slapping his stomach and laying beside him, "I didn't tell them to write that shit. I cannot believe they embarrassed me like this..."

"Relax," James had soothed, wrapping an arm around me and bringing him close as we laid on Seth's carpet, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. "You're too high strung about this whole thing. It's hilarious. Don't sweat it, Blake."

I smirked a little and nodded, resting my head in the crook of his neck. While James and I fought a lot, there were moments where we got along better than anyone. After the guys made fun of me a little more for being duped by Maxim, they made me feel better by watching stupid comedy movies, eating two pizzas and smoking more pot than I've ever smoked. It was a good night.

I snapped back to reality.

"You're a pig." I laughed, and punched him in the arm.

"Oh, and we also have a functioning revolver from the movie Flyboys." Seth added.

James smiled with pride, looking lovingly at the revolver and picking it up in the air, "Ah, old faithful."

"Jesus Christ!" Jay said, startled, ducking down.

"Look, it's real! It's genuine. I kept this from the movie. It's an actual revolver!" James exclaimed, swinging the gun around all too carelessly.

"Yeah, that's great. We know." Seth said, occasionally ducking down as James waved around the gun.

"James, put that fucking thing down before you shoot one of us," I said, my hands gripped on the granite countertop, ocassionally ducking down whenever James waved the gun in our direction.

"Blake's right, man. You gotta put that thing down, you're makin' me real uncomfortable." Craig said, putting his hands up.

"Look, it's loaded, see?" James said, showing off the bullets packed up in the side of the gun, then he closed it and admired it, "I always keep my props."

Jay grabbed me by the shoulders and ducked down with me, the two of us huddling behind the counter as James waved the gun in our direction again. Like whack-a-mole, everyone around the table was ducking down at different times, yelling at James to stop it.

"I can handle it, I can totally handle it." James scoffed, looking at us all like we were idiots, "Man up, you guys. That means you too, Blake."

I peered over the counter up at him, narrowing my eyes.

"Guys, relax! He knows what he's doing, he knows what he's doing. I like it! I like this bit. Let me see." Jonah laughed, signaling James to give him the revolver.

James carelessly threw the revolver to Jonah, causing Craig, Seth, Jay and me to cringe and shout at James at how stupid it was for him to do that.

"James, Christ!" I snapped, throwing my hands up at him, "Who the hell throws a gun at someone?"

Jonah grinned, looking at the gun. He pointed it to all of us individually, "Bang. Bang, bang, bang."

We all rolled our eyes, getting down and re-doing the cycle of playing whack-a-mole and popping up and down, trying to avoid Jonah, who was pointing the gun and cracking up.

"Bang, bang, bang! You're dead!" Jonah said, laughing, throwing his hand back sassily and putting on a very girlish voice, "Bang, bang!"

"Pow, pow, pow!" Jonah cackled, pointing the gun to all of us.

"Guys, stop fucking with the gun!" Seth snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jonah said, then jokingly put the gun to his head, "I think I'm just gonna kill myself."

He put on a puppy-dog pout, looking at all of us as we shouted at him to stop.

"Jonah, stop being stupid and stop fucking around!" I warned him.

Jonah began fake crying, putting the tip of the revolver in his mouth. We screamed at him to stop, James reaching for the gun, yelling at him to give it back.

"Okay, okay. Take a chill pill, you guys. I'm just tryin' to have some fun." Jonah grumbled, handing James the revolver.

We all glared at him.

"Look, just because a bunch of our friends fell into a hole outside doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Right?" Jonah asked, shrugging, "We're a bunch of best friends. It'll be like one big sleepover!"

I looked at Jay, who looked disgusted to be called one of our best friends. He grimaced.

"Can I have the Milky Way?" Craig asked.

"No way." James said instantly in response, "That's my special food. I had Blake go out and get it for me specifically so I could eat it after the party."

Jay looked at him funny, "That's really weird."

James looked back at Jay defensively, "No, it isn't. It's my special food. I like it."

"I bought it with my own money, so I think I should have the rights to eat it." I chirped, biting my lip.

"No, not happening! You bought it for me." James said, arching his eyebrows at me and giving me a sassy look.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Okay, I'm gonna be honest and say that I'm gonna be disappointed if I don't get at least a bite of that Milky Way." Jonah commented.

"No one's eating it. Not yet." I said, putting my hands out in front of me to get them to shut up, "Right now we really need to go to bed. It's late. We should really all get some rest. We've seen and been through a lot today. Let's get to bed and clear our heads, okay? Find somewhere to bunk and sleep tight, weenies. See you in the morning. Be safe and try not to kill each other." I glared at Jonah when I said the last sentence.

The boys nodded in agreement. They began to head to the living room and other parts of the house.

I turned and looked at James, "I call the bedroom. Your bed is so comfortable."

I remembered I'd slept there a few times after I'd gotten so drunk I couldn't drive home, so I'd stayed the night at James's. it was much more comfortable than the bathtub, where I'd slept there with Seth and Danny when we'd gotten really drunk and really high after the Pineapple Express premiere. And when I say slept, I mean we actually spent the night sleeping in James's bathtub and bathroom. I mean that I slept on Danny's stomach while Seth's feet were in my face and the two of them snored.

"My bed all to yourself? No! That's my bed!" He said, but he was too late.

I already had grinned and taken off up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Oh, no fucking way, Blake!" He shouted after me, choking on his laughter, taking a sharp turn and running up the ultra-modern stairs after me. He was on my tail in seconds as I sprinted up the top of the stairs.

"No fucking up there! We're trying to sleep, you sluts!" Seth called up from downstairs as I sprinted down the hallway, to the last bedroom to the left, James's bedroom.

I was laughing so hard it hurt my ribs as I struggled to open James's bedroom door. I looked to my side to see him printing down the hallway after me. I go the door open and burst into the bedroom. James ran in after me, tackling me and the two of us toppled onto his massive bed. I yelped as he tackled me.

We were cracking up and he restrained me in his clutch.

"You can sleep in here with me as long as you don't steel all the covers." James said, "Promise?"

"I'm not making any promises." I laughed.

James squeezed tighter, "We'll stay this way all night if you have that attitude."

"Alright!" I shouted, cracking up, "As long as you promise not to put your feet in my face." I grinned at him.

He laughed, "Fine."

After a few minutes of the two of us brushing our teeth—the two of us brushing teeth side by side in the mirror made us look like a married couple—and of me taking a shower, I went into James's bedroom to find him in bed, arms behind his head, sitting up in bed. I was wrapped in a towel, my blond hair dripping on the floor as I walked to the end of the bed, and I hit his foot.

"Clothes?" He asked, his eyebrows arched in question.

"Yes please." I replied, smiling.

James got up out of bed, going to his massive dresser and pulling out a pair of his dark blue Lacoste boxers and a white V-neck short-sleeve shirt. He shrugged and smiled that crooked, wide grin that made me internally fangirl, "This okay?"

"Perfect." I smirked at him, taking the clothes and moving to the bathroom. He jumped onto the bed, flopping back down. James's bathroom had no door, just a doorway, so I turned around and dropped my towel. I didn't really care if he saw me naked, we'd hooked up three times before—albeit us being drunk two out of the three times—so he knew what I looked like when I was naked. Still, I stayed turned around and put on my clothes.

I hung the towel up and squeezed my hair of excess water. I ran onto the bed and flopped down beside him, squishing the pillow so it would be comfortable. I laid beside James, and he grabbed his sleep eye mask from his bedside table, strapping it on.

"You're the biggest diva I know, Sleeping Beauty." I teased, yawning, curling up on my side. James did the same, so now the two of our fronts were facing each other. James stuck out his tongue and lifted the eye mask, grinning at me, "I could say the same thing about you."

He snapped his eye mask back on.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." I said, and my eyes widened when he reached out and brought me into him. I didn't object, and I curled myself back up on my side, cuddling into his chest. I smiled to myself, glad he couldn't see my cheeks redden and my smile widen. He rolled over and shut off the light, then rolled back over to me. He draped an arm around me, across the left side of my body and I shut my eyes.

There was nothing more I wanted to do in this moment than tell him that I truly did have feelings so him, and I have since I was eighteen.

But I didn't say anything. Not now.

"Night, bitch." He murmured into my hair. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Night, douche-bag."I said in response, smiling.

The sound of his steady breathing put me to sleep instantly.

I woke up around two-forty five in the morning. It was dark outside, but the sky still had a reddish tinge of fire. I stirred in bed, but James was still fast asleep with his arm draped around me and that dumb sleeping mask on his face. I hadn't kept my promise and I had most of the covers on my side. I got up, carefully and gently sneaking out of James's clutches so i wouldn't wake him up. When I got up to splash my face with water I'd given him the covers back.

While I splashed my face, I heard voices downstairs. All the guys were talking. I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd go down there for a little while to see what they were up to.

I tip-toed across James's bedroom floor and to the door, shutting it so he didn't wake up.

Being trapped inside James Franco's house with a bunch of my idiotic friends, who were fighting over Milky Ways and waving prop guns at each other?

This was insanity.

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