Chapter 19

Casey's POV

"That's weeeeird…" I slurred when Ian started telling me about shooting Tell Me You Love Me.

He nodded. I seriously doubted he was plastered, (like me) but he was entertaining.

"But it was you're penis, right?"

Ian threw his head back and laughed. "Yes. And you never actually see my penis in the show just my-"

"Yeah-huh! If you pause it just right." I giggled.

He narrowed his eyes. "You're kidding."

I shook my head. "I'll show you!" I jumped up and went on his computer.

"I don't think…"

"Shh." I clicked on episode 8 and began fast-forwarding. I looked behind me and saw Ian, standing there, blushing. I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows at him and he laughed.

"Here, see?" I moved out of the way so he could look.

"Oh my gosh…" He shook his head and went back to the couch.

I started laughing hysterically and sat next to him.

"Heehee," I started singing. "I saw your penis, I saw your penis! Penis! Penis! I've seen your diiiiick…"

Ian began laughing and playfully told me to shut up.

"I feel bad for you." I said after a minute.

"What do you mean?"

I scooted closer to you and lowered my voice. "You seem so…edgy." I scooted even closer until I was practically on his lap. Wow, I was drunk. "It's because you aren't getting what you need from Jessica."

"What? No!" He looked uncomfortable. "Just because I was on that show doesn't mean I am some sex-addict."

"I know, I'm just saying, Jessica seems like a prude." I slid my hands down his chest and to his belt. "I think you need someone who can take care of you…" I began unzipping his jeans and he suddenly jumped up, causing me to nearly fly off the couch.

When the room stopped spinning, I looked at him. "What?"

"What are you doing?" Ian asked, not angry, but in shock.

"Whaaat?" I slurred. "I wanna help you."

"What about Chris?"

I giggled. "Shh. I've cheated on him a few times. He's nice but…I like a little kink. He doesn't have that. You on the other hand…"

"No!" Ian said. "No, Casey. I'm not going to do that to Jess or Chris."

I pouted and stood up. "Fine." I crossed my arms, feeling rejected and now pissed off. "Have fun with my crazy-ass sister."

"What?"

I ignored him and he suddenly walked over and grabbed my arm. He spun me around, making me dizzy.

"What do you mean crazy?"

"Please. You know. I've seen the way she acts, and apparently, Mommy Dearest told Daddy-O about Therapy. Insurance thingy." I waved a hand. "She's craaaazzzy." I grinned.

Ian looked pissed and surprised, but I removed my arm from his grasp and walked into my temporary room, removing my clothes and falling asleep before I even hit the pillow.

The Next Morning

Jessica's POV

"Jess. Wake up."

"No." I mumbled.

I heard Ian laugh and felt him poke my side repeatedly.

"Wake up."Poke."Wake up."Poke."Wake up."Poke.

Grr…

I rolled over and slapped his hand. "Quit it."

He looked at me as if he was a surprised homosexual. "Oh goodie! You're up!"

Me: -_-

He grinned and picked me up.

"Ian!Putmedown!Now!Imeanit!Please!Putmetheeffdown!"

"Ian, what are you doing?" Christopher Gorhaaaaaaaam! laughed.

"This is how he wakes me up a lot, believe it or not." I rolled my eyes and Ian plopped me down on the couch.

"Try to wake Casey like that and she'll slap you."

"Heh." Ian looked suddenly uncomfortable.

Weirdo.

"Go do it!" I laughed.

"Are you trying to get him killed?" Christopher Gorhaaaaaaaam! asked me.

"Please," Ian laughed. "She's been trying to do that since we met." He kissed my cheek and left the room.

"Ha-Ha. So funny!" I called after him.

Insert Awkward Silence Here…

Christopher Gorhaaaaaaaam!: Coughs Awkwardly

Me: Thinking: CHRISTOPHER GORHAAAAAM!

Christopher Gorhaaaaaaaam: "Have you ever been to a movie premiere before?"

Me: Gives him an "Areyoufreakingkidding?" look.

Christopher Gorhaaaaaaaam: Laughs.

Me: Feels Awkward. Leaves to find Ian.

I walked down the hall.

"Ian!" I heard Casey say.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't-" Ian began.

I walked into the room and Oh. My. Gosh.

Casey: Naked.

Ian: Jumps off bed.

Me: WTF?

It's not like he's cheating on you. It was probably an accident.

How do you know?

Wow, you are paranoid.

That's mostly because of you.

I thought I was the part of your brain that gave you good advice.

And so far, you suck at it.

What about all the good it's done?

Shut the hell up.

You really should trust him more.

SHUT. THE. HELL. UP!

Casey took one look at my face, threw her head back, and laughed. "Wow, Ian," She said, pulling the sheet over her body. "She apparently doesn't trust you," She smirked.

Oh no she di'int!

Oh yes she did!

Didn't I tell you to shut up?

Ian shot her a look, and then turned back to me, cautiously.

"I didn't, Jess." His eyes were pleading for me to believe him.

Jeez, did he think I hated him or something?

Yes.

Shut. Up.

I gave a nervous laugh. "I believe you. Gosh."

"Okay."

"Where's the shower?" Casey asked Ian. Not me. Ian.

Just Ian.

"Bathroom's down the hall."

"Cool."

Ian and I walked out, letting her get her stupid whore-ass dressed.

2 Hours Later

"I don't want to be here…" I mumbled as we crossed the parking lot.

"Why not?" Ian asked. "It's a mall, girls love this place!"

"And gays."

"What?" he looked at me strangely.

"You of all people shouldn't be so homophobic." I crossed my arms and stuck my nose up mockingly.

He laughed. "I'm sorry."

I grinned, and then whined. "But why do we have to go to the maaaalll?"

"Because you need a dress for the premiere tonight."

I stuck my tongue out at him when he wasn't looking.

"I saw that." He said straight-faced without looking at me.

WTF?