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Just want various authors/editors to check out this story which was just practice to help improve my writing skills. I'd appreciate some constructive feedback and advice to improve. Thanks
“Chrissi!” I called out. “Can you please come here for a sec?”
“Shawn I’m busy here,” yelled Christina from the bathroom. “What do you want?”
“Just hurry up and get over here.”
“Can it wait Shawn? I have Melissa pouring her guts out thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me? I questioned. “If it weren’t for me, Melissa would have continued chugging down all my bottles. I’d care less at the fact that she’s puking in my toilet right now.”
I took a glance at inside the bathroom and saw Christina rolling her eyes at me before pushing down on the flush handle. She was nice enough to keep hold of Melissa’s hair during her whole ordeal; however I was sure glad I wasn’t in Christina’s shoes. A scene of total disgust coming out of Melissa’s mouth would have ended up with me doing the exact same scene. I watched as Christina helped Melissa keep her balance, placing her tattooed arm around her neck and slowly lifting her up from her knees.
I looked away from the ensuite and folded a piece of paper tucking it nicely into my pocket. “Funny how Melissa didn’t end being her sluttish self today,” I laughed standing up. “Too bad the vomiting got to her.”
“Just shut up Shawn and open up the blanket for Melissa,” said Christina angrily.
“Oh no! She ain’t sleeping on my bed,” I said, shaking my head. “Take her to the room next to Mark’s.”
“Oh I can’t believe you Shawn!” yelled Christina irritated, handing a pink towel to Melissa. “You are such a selfish little bitch.”
“Thank you Chrissi baby. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Christina gave me a brutal stare down as she stepped onto the bedroom carpet aiding her drunken friend. Melissa looked like that ghost from that movie where it would come out of the TV. Her hair was basically covering her face just like that poltergeist. I couldn’t even see how fucked up her face was after her sudden wobbling run to the bathroom. It kind of made me laugh, but then again that movie scared me and she did too. I followed them out the bedroom, switching the lights off and closing the door behind me. I sort of couldn’t keep my balance as I kept pace through the hallway. I gazed at the two ladies up front and noticed how sweet Christina’s butt was from here in her tight little jeans. Those blue denims really gave it the shape and not to mention the lengthy distance from her butt to her ankles which the jeans were also able to bear out. Melissa was not that bad either. She had that black top which its bottom end was several inches from her low-rise jeans. You could clearly see the stunning heart design of her lower back tattoo and might I add that tattoo can seriously snatch a guy. I must admit Melissa is very attractive, but she is an overall slut in everyone’s perspective. Yet when I think about it, I don’t mind a hot, sluttish babe.
“So I guess you’ll comfort Melissa to her room,” I said, strolling past Christina’s shoulder. “I’ll meet you back at the kitchen in a while.”
Christina didn’t respond as she and Melissa entered the small room. I supposed she was mad after noting her teeth gnashing and the obvious incident with me refusing my bed to Melissa. However I was certain when she slammed the door behind her right in front of my face. I shrugged not really caring because the fact is Christina was just being foolish. Why should I care when I know I said or did nothing wrong…well then again I did say something wrong but then again she is still being foolish. I thought about it for a minute and then just walked downstairs to the living room.
“Hey Shawny boy! How’s Melissa doing?” asked Richard holding up a bottle of beer. “Hope she’s feeling alright and vacant, if you know what I mean.”
A couple of guys laughed with Richard. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Melissa’s doing alright. Christina right now is comforting her in bed,” I said, grabbing my beer from Richard and jumping onto the sofa.
“Comforting her in bed! I wonder how’ll end up,” laughed Richard.
I smacked Richard on the back of his head. “That’s my girl you talking about.”
“Ah! I was just joking man. Don’t have to get so violent on me.”
“So how was the party going along while I was gone,” I said.
“People were heading to the backyard and I seen some jumping full clothed into the pool,” said Mark. “The whole place is going crazy.”
“No kidding eh! I knew this jam would be a kick-ass.”
“There is also enough people making-out out there too,” grinned Richard. “I don’t see why me and Melissa can’t be one of them.”
“First of all Rich,” grinned Mark. “Are you really going to kiss a woman that just a while ago ran upstairs to puke? And second, are you really going to do it to a woman that already had like twenty dicks of guys in her that have attended this party?
“I don’t mind answering yes to either of them,” said Richard.
“Therefore all I have to say is that you are one sickening son of a gun,” cried out Mark in an odd sense appreciating Richard.
“That’s our Rich!” I shouted, slapping Richard on the back which did somewhat irritate him. “So Rich why don’t you bring her down from upstairs and do your thing out at back. I suppose you won’t be needing a condom.”
“Ah Shawn, I would do it but I wouldn’t want to end up bringing Christina along and doing a threesome instead.”
People around me laughed including Richard who was laughing the hardest out of all of them. I got annoyed by this and stood up.
“Woe! Woe! Woe! Easy big boy!” shouted Richard waving his hand still putting out a smirk.
“You’re a funny kid Richard, but I don’t think you’ll be laughing once I smash this beer bottle across your fucking alienated face.
Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my seat.
“Hey Shawn we don’t want any fights going around in your house okay!” whispered Mark trying to calm me down. “We know how Rich can be an ass, but we all know he is the only one in this group who still can’t get laid. Don’t let him get to you because as far as us go he is still that loner we made friends with back in high school.”
“You’re right buddy,” I whispered back. “He’s a nobody.”
Mark lightly smacked my chest with admiration. I took a deep breath and felt my body drive away the tension. I gulped a mouthful of beer before placing the empty bottle onto the coffee table.
“So what’s on TV?” I asked.
Richard chuckled. “You expect us to watch TV right now? What kind of idiot would want to watch TV right now?”
I sighed, looking straight up front trying to keep cool. The last thing I wanted was to look at that hideous, freckled face of the self-proclaimed gang banger of northern Miami.
“Shut the fuck up Rich! Nobody asked you,” said Mark.
“Fuck you Mark okay!” yelled Richard as he jumped out his seat. “I’m going to go grab myself another beer.”
I glanced at Richard with a neutral expression. I have glad that he was leaving.
“Anyways to answer your question Shawn, I think Desperate Housewives is on,” said Mark.
“Damn! That show is hot!” exclaimed Brian who was sitting to the right of Mark.
I smiled and leaned over to look at Brian. “You telling me son! But the reason I even I watch the show is because of Eva Longoria, the sexiest, most ridiculous woman in that show.”
“Yeah but after seeing Sheridan in that car wash scene; boy! Not thinking about her is hard,” smiled Brian. “Think about it, how hot is it when someone like her wears green shorts that hardly covers her upper thighs.”
“Brian, she’s like in her forties man!” said Mark.
“Who gives a shit!” exclaimed Brian. “She’s still sexy in my list.”
Mark laughed and then remembered something. “Speaking about that list Brian, remember when you told me about that dream job you actually dreamt about. About how your list came to use.”
“What?” I shouted, looking at Mark. “What’s this dream Brian had?”
“It’s nothing Shawn,” said Brian.
“No shut up Brian,” tittered Mark. “It sounded like an amazing dream. I just have to tell this to Shawn.”
“Tell me it man!” I cried out, laughing by his sarcasm.
I could see that Brian didn’t want Mark telling me about this by his head being tilted down away from us. I was sure it was going to hilarious and Mark’s sarcasm was convincing me it would be.
“It was some dream where he got to meet two of the women he wrote on his infamous list. He told me they were both walking down Sheridan drive and by chance bumped into both of them.”
“Seriously,” I said smiling. ‘Who were these two women?”
“I forgot,” said Mark. “Brian who were they again?”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Brian, with his head still tilted down.
“Just tell me Brian!” demanded Mark. “How embarrassing can it get? It’s not like any of us never dreamt about Pamela Anderson or Carmen Electra before.
“You got to be kidding me!” I bellowed, smiling with my eyes wide open.
Brian gazed directly at Mark with a constipated expression. Mark laughed so hard by Brian’s expression that he accidentally swung his arm and smacked Joshua’s right cheek, who was sitting on a chair behind the sofa talking to a woman, with the back of his hand. I switched my attention to Joshua; now laughing at him along with couple of other guys around me including Brian who jumped out his seat with hilarity the second Joshua got struck. The woman he was talking to also tittered a bit.
“Oh sorry about that,” apologized Mark who slowly brought his arm down. “It was just a sudden reflex.”
I continued to chuckle as Joshua responded by hitting Mark on the head with the bottom, flat part of his bottle.
“And sorry about that you idiot,” said Joshua, who then glanced back to his woman.
“Ahh! That was too funny,” I said, stopping the laughter and wiping the few drops of tears that leaked out of my eyes.
“You got to admit, it helped out Brian’s constipation,” tittered Mark.
“Anyways continue the story,” I insisted, looking back at Brian who mysteriously disappeared. ‘Wait, where’d Brian go?”
“He must have taken a shit in his pants and ran for the bathroom,” laughed Mark. “Like I said I helped out his constipation problem. Any-who! Enough about Brian’s dilemma; let’s talk more about his Carmela.”
I smiled. “Nice one.”
“So he bumps into Pamela and Carmen as he was walking. He then tells me that they both turned around and Pamela grabbed Brian by the arm and slapped him across the face.”
“Go on,” I said.
“Then he told me that she and Carmen pulled him into a store and into the ladies washroom. And then tells me that I woke him up before anything else could happen.”
“Okay, so how this got to relate to his dream job and why the hell did Pamela slap him?”
“Well I have no clue why she slapped him, but he said that he paid them to pull him into the ladies washroom before he even bumped into them.”
I froze for a moment. “Okay seriously, that is like one of the stupidest and funniest thing I have ever heard.” I began to slightly shape out a smirk. “Come one Brian paying celebs to have sex with him.”
“I don’t know of them having sex with him, yet it would be obvious seeing they did pull him into a washroom.”
“It’s pathetic,” I said.
“Well it was just a dream Shawn.”
“Yeah, but a pathetic dream. I could understand paying porn stars or even random babes on streets, but people like Pamela Anderson and Carmen Electra? That’s just stupid.”
“Whatever Shawn! I just wanted to tell you. I also thought it sounded stupid when I heard it from Brian but whatever.”
I laughed. “What’s next? A dream where we are partying and Eva Longoria knocks on the door wearing a bikini.”
“That could happen if she wanted to use your pool,” smiled Mark.
“Okay but what are the chances of a celeb like her knocking on my door? If it sounds stupid in reality then it’s stupid if dreamt about.”
“So you’re saying that dreams that are nonsense in reality are nonsense in dreams itself?”
“You could put it that way Mark.”
“So all the dreams you ever had are considered nonsense to you?”
“Well some are. There were some that can also happen in reality.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I can’t really remember any that made sense.”
“So I guess all your dreams don’t make sense to you then.”
“What’s with this talk about dreams?” asked Richard, barging in to the seat next to me with two bottles of beer.
“Shut up Rich! Get out of here,” said Mark.
“What’s your problem Mark?” asked Richard, who got irritated.
“Leave him,” I said to Richard, holding him back with my hand to his chest.
I figured as much I didn’t want Richard here right now, I was the host of this party and needed to be a host to all the guests, like them or not. I also figured Mark was trying to talk to Richard on my behalf so that I don’t destroy the reputation I have as being the host.
Richard kept cool. “Here Shawn, I brought you another bottle. I’m sorry about the earlier comment involving your girl.”
“It’s cool,” I said, accepting the bottle.
“I just got pissed after you slapped me hard on the back. I just hate when you do that man
“Rich, I do that as a friend, but if you’re not cool with it I’ll stop.”
“Alright,” said Richard as he extended a fist of respect which I dabbed back with a fist of my own.
“So what’s new Rich? Anything happen while you ran off for some beer?” I asked trying to help us stay cool with each other.
“I just talked to Derek a second ago,” said Richard, then tilting his head back with the beer bottle in his mouth.
“Anything interesting?”
Richard tipped his head back down and looked straight at me. His eyebrows were high above his eyes and the mouth was showcasing all his yellow teeth. “You really want to know?”
Even Mark, who just a minute cussed off Richard, leaned over closer to Richard wondering why on earth he looked like the joker, without the yellow teeth, from batman.
“Yes man! Tell us,” I said, not as curious.
Richard placed his bottle on the table and turned his entire body towards us. “Okay get this. How many Miami Heat games are there next week?”
“I don’t know,” said Mark.
“Wait, the entire week next week is home games. One on Tuesday and the others on Thursday and Saturday,” I said, staring up the ceiling.
“That’s right and who are we facing in each one of those games,” asked Richard.
“Um! On Tuesday it’s Golden State, then on Thursday it’s the Rockets and on Saturday I think it’s the Spurs,” I told him.
“On Saturday the Spurs right, so get this. Who is the sexiest woman on television that by chance is engaged to a teammate from the San Antonio Spurs?”
“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Mark.
“What!” I cried out, turning to Mark.
“Don’t you get it Shawn,” said Mark. “Ms. Eva Longoria is usually a courtside regular in Spurs games.”
“What? But that’s only in Spurs home games,” I said.
“I know. Let me finish,” said Richard. “She is planning to attend the game in Miami next Saturday.”
“Don’t lie!” I shouted with my eyes and mouth barged wide open. “How does Derek know about this?”
“He told me some guy heard the news on the net, but it could be a rumor,” said Richard.
“It’s a rumor,” insisted Mark as he laid back in his seat. “Why would she even come to Miami?”
“Why wouldn’t she!” I exclaimed, rapidly turning to Mark.
“I don’t know,” shrugged Mark.
“What do you mean I don’t know,” I cried out, mocking his shrug.
“Hey Mark, there is nothing odd about her coming here,” said Richard. “She might have some spare time and attend a road game or even want to visit our city.”
“I’m telling you this ain’t a rumor,” I said. “I’m buying a ticket right now off the internet for Saturday’s game.”
“You don’t even know where she is going to be sitting,” said Mark. “For all I know she might not even be attending the game and if she did it’s not like you’ll see her.”
I leaped off the sofa, “Mark, for all I know she is attending that game. Derek would never spread rumors around unless he’s certain its true. And about not knowing where she will sit, I don’t care. I’ll be there watching the game thinking about how amazing it is having the gorgeous Eva Longoria seated under the same roof.
“Will you be taking Christina to the game?” asked Richard.
“Of course, Chrissi loves watching Miami games. I don’t see why I wouldn’t take her.”
“Well one reason would be that Eva could be there,” said Richard.
“So?”
“So, what if you get to meet her. What if you get to talk to her? Christina will be right there beside you.”
“What’s wrong with having Chrissi beside me?”
“Well she might feel awkward.”
“You got to be kidding me man. Why would she feel awkward? I seen enough guys talking to their girls about actresses they would love to meet. It’s not like I’m in love with Eva. It’s just that you get this feel of attraction to her since you see her on TV. Besides, what are the chances of even meeting her?”
“Then why the hell are you even going to the game?” cried out Mark. “It’s not like you ever planned to go to one until Rich told you about Eva being there.”
“It’s just for the feeling man plus the chance and it’d be great watching a live Miami game for the first time too.”
“You’re being the pathetic Shawn” expressed Mark. “If you’re going for the game then by all means go, but if you’re going just because of Eva then you my friend needs to get a life.”
Just want various authors/editors to check out this story which was just practice to help improve my writing skills. I'd appreciate some constructive feedback and advice to improve. Thanks
“Chrissi!” I called out. “Can you please come here for a sec?”
“Shawn I’m busy here,” yelled Christina from the bathroom. “What do you want?”
“Just hurry up and get over here.”
“Can it wait Shawn? I have Melissa pouring her guts out thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me? I questioned. “If it weren’t for me, Melissa would have continued chugging down all my bottles. I’d care less at the fact that she’s puking in my toilet right now.”
I took a glance at inside the bathroom and saw Christina rolling her eyes at me before pushing down on the flush handle. She was nice enough to keep hold of Melissa’s hair during her whole ordeal; however I was sure glad I wasn’t in Christina’s shoes. A scene of total disgust coming out of Melissa’s mouth would have ended up with me doing the exact same scene. I watched as Christina helped Melissa keep her balance, placing her tattooed arm around her neck and slowly lifting her up from her knees.
I looked away from the ensuite and folded a piece of paper tucking it nicely into my pocket. “Funny how Melissa didn’t end being her sluttish self today,” I laughed standing up. “Too bad the vomiting got to her.”
“Just shut up Shawn and open up the blanket for Melissa,” said Christina angrily.
“Oh no! She ain’t sleeping on my bed,” I said, shaking my head. “Take her to the room next to Mark’s.”
“Oh I can’t believe you Shawn!” yelled Christina irritated, handing a pink towel to Melissa. “You are such a selfish little bitch.”
“Thank you Chrissi baby. I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Christina gave me a brutal stare down as she stepped onto the bedroom carpet aiding her drunken friend. Melissa looked like that ghost from that movie where it would come out of the TV. Her hair was basically covering her face just like that poltergeist. I couldn’t even see how fucked up her face was after her sudden wobbling run to the bathroom. It kind of made me laugh, but then again that movie scared me and she did too. I followed them out the bedroom, switching the lights off and closing the door behind me. I sort of couldn’t keep my balance as I kept pace through the hallway. I gazed at the two ladies up front and noticed how sweet Christina’s butt was from here in her tight little jeans. Those blue denims really gave it the shape and not to mention the lengthy distance from her butt to her ankles which the jeans were also able to bear out. Melissa was not that bad either. She had that black top which its bottom end was several inches from her low-rise jeans. You could clearly see the stunning heart design of her lower back tattoo and might I add that tattoo can seriously snatch a guy. I must admit Melissa is very attractive, but she is an overall slut in everyone’s perspective. Yet when I think about it, I don’t mind a hot, sluttish babe.
“So I guess you’ll comfort Melissa to her room,” I said, strolling past Christina’s shoulder. “I’ll meet you back at the kitchen in a while.”
Christina didn’t respond as she and Melissa entered the small room. I supposed she was mad after noting her teeth gnashing and the obvious incident with me refusing my bed to Melissa. However I was certain when she slammed the door behind her right in front of my face. I shrugged not really caring because the fact is Christina was just being foolish. Why should I care when I know I said or did nothing wrong…well then again I did say something wrong but then again she is still being foolish. I thought about it for a minute and then just walked downstairs to the living room.
“Hey Shawny boy! How’s Melissa doing?” asked Richard holding up a bottle of beer. “Hope she’s feeling alright and vacant, if you know what I mean.”
A couple of guys laughed with Richard. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Melissa’s doing alright. Christina right now is comforting her in bed,” I said, grabbing my beer from Richard and jumping onto the sofa.
“Comforting her in bed! I wonder how’ll end up,” laughed Richard.
I smacked Richard on the back of his head. “That’s my girl you talking about.”
“Ah! I was just joking man. Don’t have to get so violent on me.”
“So how was the party going along while I was gone,” I said.
“People were heading to the backyard and I seen some jumping full clothed into the pool,” said Mark. “The whole place is going crazy.”
“No kidding eh! I knew this jam would be a kick-ass.”
“There is also enough people making-out out there too,” grinned Richard. “I don’t see why me and Melissa can’t be one of them.”
“First of all Rich,” grinned Mark. “Are you really going to kiss a woman that just a while ago ran upstairs to puke? And second, are you really going to do it to a woman that already had like twenty dicks of guys in her that have attended this party?
“I don’t mind answering yes to either of them,” said Richard.
“Therefore all I have to say is that you are one sickening son of a gun,” cried out Mark in an odd sense appreciating Richard.
“That’s our Rich!” I shouted, slapping Richard on the back which did somewhat irritate him. “So Rich why don’t you bring her down from upstairs and do your thing out at back. I suppose you won’t be needing a condom.”
“Ah Shawn, I would do it but I wouldn’t want to end up bringing Christina along and doing a threesome instead.”
People around me laughed including Richard who was laughing the hardest out of all of them. I got annoyed by this and stood up.
“Woe! Woe! Woe! Easy big boy!” shouted Richard waving his hand still putting out a smirk.
“You’re a funny kid Richard, but I don’t think you’ll be laughing once I smash this beer bottle across your fucking alienated face.
Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my seat.
“Hey Shawn we don’t want any fights going around in your house okay!” whispered Mark trying to calm me down. “We know how Rich can be an ass, but we all know he is the only one in this group who still can’t get laid. Don’t let him get to you because as far as us go he is still that loner we made friends with back in high school.”
“You’re right buddy,” I whispered back. “He’s a nobody.”
Mark lightly smacked my chest with admiration. I took a deep breath and felt my body drive away the tension. I gulped a mouthful of beer before placing the empty bottle onto the coffee table.
“So what’s on TV?” I asked.
Richard chuckled. “You expect us to watch TV right now? What kind of idiot would want to watch TV right now?”
I sighed, looking straight up front trying to keep cool. The last thing I wanted was to look at that hideous, freckled face of the self-proclaimed gang banger of northern Miami.
“Shut the fuck up Rich! Nobody asked you,” said Mark.
“Fuck you Mark okay!” yelled Richard as he jumped out his seat. “I’m going to go grab myself another beer.”
I glanced at Richard with a neutral expression. I have glad that he was leaving.
“Anyways to answer your question Shawn, I think Desperate Housewives is on,” said Mark.
“Damn! That show is hot!” exclaimed Brian who was sitting to the right of Mark.
I smiled and leaned over to look at Brian. “You telling me son! But the reason I even I watch the show is because of Eva Longoria, the sexiest, most ridiculous woman in that show.”
“Yeah but after seeing Sheridan in that car wash scene; boy! Not thinking about her is hard,” smiled Brian. “Think about it, how hot is it when someone like her wears green shorts that hardly covers her upper thighs.”
“Brian, she’s like in her forties man!” said Mark.
“Who gives a shit!” exclaimed Brian. “She’s still sexy in my list.”
Mark laughed and then remembered something. “Speaking about that list Brian, remember when you told me about that dream job you actually dreamt about. About how your list came to use.”
“What?” I shouted, looking at Mark. “What’s this dream Brian had?”
“It’s nothing Shawn,” said Brian.
“No shut up Brian,” tittered Mark. “It sounded like an amazing dream. I just have to tell this to Shawn.”
“Tell me it man!” I cried out, laughing by his sarcasm.
I could see that Brian didn’t want Mark telling me about this by his head being tilted down away from us. I was sure it was going to hilarious and Mark’s sarcasm was convincing me it would be.
“It was some dream where he got to meet two of the women he wrote on his infamous list. He told me they were both walking down Sheridan drive and by chance bumped into both of them.”
“Seriously,” I said smiling. ‘Who were these two women?”
“I forgot,” said Mark. “Brian who were they again?”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Brian, with his head still tilted down.
“Just tell me Brian!” demanded Mark. “How embarrassing can it get? It’s not like any of us never dreamt about Pamela Anderson or Carmen Electra before.
“You got to be kidding me!” I bellowed, smiling with my eyes wide open.
Brian gazed directly at Mark with a constipated expression. Mark laughed so hard by Brian’s expression that he accidentally swung his arm and smacked Joshua’s right cheek, who was sitting on a chair behind the sofa talking to a woman, with the back of his hand. I switched my attention to Joshua; now laughing at him along with couple of other guys around me including Brian who jumped out his seat with hilarity the second Joshua got struck. The woman he was talking to also tittered a bit.
“Oh sorry about that,” apologized Mark who slowly brought his arm down. “It was just a sudden reflex.”
I continued to chuckle as Joshua responded by hitting Mark on the head with the bottom, flat part of his bottle.
“And sorry about that you idiot,” said Joshua, who then glanced back to his woman.
“Ahh! That was too funny,” I said, stopping the laughter and wiping the few drops of tears that leaked out of my eyes.
“You got to admit, it helped out Brian’s constipation,” tittered Mark.
“Anyways continue the story,” I insisted, looking back at Brian who mysteriously disappeared. ‘Wait, where’d Brian go?”
“He must have taken a shit in his pants and ran for the bathroom,” laughed Mark. “Like I said I helped out his constipation problem. Any-who! Enough about Brian’s dilemma; let’s talk more about his Carmela.”
I smiled. “Nice one.”
“So he bumps into Pamela and Carmen as he was walking. He then tells me that they both turned around and Pamela grabbed Brian by the arm and slapped him across the face.”
“Go on,” I said.
“Then he told me that she and Carmen pulled him into a store and into the ladies washroom. And then tells me that I woke him up before anything else could happen.”
“Okay, so how this got to relate to his dream job and why the hell did Pamela slap him?”
“Well I have no clue why she slapped him, but he said that he paid them to pull him into the ladies washroom before he even bumped into them.”
I froze for a moment. “Okay seriously, that is like one of the stupidest and funniest thing I have ever heard.” I began to slightly shape out a smirk. “Come one Brian paying celebs to have sex with him.”
“I don’t know of them having sex with him, yet it would be obvious seeing they did pull him into a washroom.”
“It’s pathetic,” I said.
“Well it was just a dream Shawn.”
“Yeah, but a pathetic dream. I could understand paying porn stars or even random babes on streets, but people like Pamela Anderson and Carmen Electra? That’s just stupid.”
“Whatever Shawn! I just wanted to tell you. I also thought it sounded stupid when I heard it from Brian but whatever.”
I laughed. “What’s next? A dream where we are partying and Eva Longoria knocks on the door wearing a bikini.”
“That could happen if she wanted to use your pool,” smiled Mark.
“Okay but what are the chances of a celeb like her knocking on my door? If it sounds stupid in reality then it’s stupid if dreamt about.”
“So you’re saying that dreams that are nonsense in reality are nonsense in dreams itself?”
“You could put it that way Mark.”
“So all the dreams you ever had are considered nonsense to you?”
“Well some are. There were some that can also happen in reality.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. I can’t really remember any that made sense.”
“So I guess all your dreams don’t make sense to you then.”
“What’s with this talk about dreams?” asked Richard, barging in to the seat next to me with two bottles of beer.
“Shut up Rich! Get out of here,” said Mark.
“What’s your problem Mark?” asked Richard, who got irritated.
“Leave him,” I said to Richard, holding him back with my hand to his chest.
I figured as much I didn’t want Richard here right now, I was the host of this party and needed to be a host to all the guests, like them or not. I also figured Mark was trying to talk to Richard on my behalf so that I don’t destroy the reputation I have as being the host.
Richard kept cool. “Here Shawn, I brought you another bottle. I’m sorry about the earlier comment involving your girl.”
“It’s cool,” I said, accepting the bottle.
“I just got pissed after you slapped me hard on the back. I just hate when you do that man
“Rich, I do that as a friend, but if you’re not cool with it I’ll stop.”
“Alright,” said Richard as he extended a fist of respect which I dabbed back with a fist of my own.
“So what’s new Rich? Anything happen while you ran off for some beer?” I asked trying to help us stay cool with each other.
“I just talked to Derek a second ago,” said Richard, then tilting his head back with the beer bottle in his mouth.
“Anything interesting?”
Richard tipped his head back down and looked straight at me. His eyebrows were high above his eyes and the mouth was showcasing all his yellow teeth. “You really want to know?”
Even Mark, who just a minute cussed off Richard, leaned over closer to Richard wondering why on earth he looked like the joker, without the yellow teeth, from batman.
“Yes man! Tell us,” I said, not as curious.
Richard placed his bottle on the table and turned his entire body towards us. “Okay get this. How many Miami Heat games are there next week?”
“I don’t know,” said Mark.
“Wait, the entire week next week is home games. One on Tuesday and the others on Thursday and Saturday,” I said, staring up the ceiling.
“That’s right and who are we facing in each one of those games,” asked Richard.
“Um! On Tuesday it’s Golden State, then on Thursday it’s the Rockets and on Saturday I think it’s the Spurs,” I told him.
“On Saturday the Spurs right, so get this. Who is the sexiest woman on television that by chance is engaged to a teammate from the San Antonio Spurs?”
“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Mark.
“What!” I cried out, turning to Mark.
“Don’t you get it Shawn,” said Mark. “Ms. Eva Longoria is usually a courtside regular in Spurs games.”
“What? But that’s only in Spurs home games,” I said.
“I know. Let me finish,” said Richard. “She is planning to attend the game in Miami next Saturday.”
“Don’t lie!” I shouted with my eyes and mouth barged wide open. “How does Derek know about this?”
“He told me some guy heard the news on the net, but it could be a rumor,” said Richard.
“It’s a rumor,” insisted Mark as he laid back in his seat. “Why would she even come to Miami?”
“Why wouldn’t she!” I exclaimed, rapidly turning to Mark.
“I don’t know,” shrugged Mark.
“What do you mean I don’t know,” I cried out, mocking his shrug.
“Hey Mark, there is nothing odd about her coming here,” said Richard. “She might have some spare time and attend a road game or even want to visit our city.”
“I’m telling you this ain’t a rumor,” I said. “I’m buying a ticket right now off the internet for Saturday’s game.”
“You don’t even know where she is going to be sitting,” said Mark. “For all I know she might not even be attending the game and if she did it’s not like you’ll see her.”
I leaped off the sofa, “Mark, for all I know she is attending that game. Derek would never spread rumors around unless he’s certain its true. And about not knowing where she will sit, I don’t care. I’ll be there watching the game thinking about how amazing it is having the gorgeous Eva Longoria seated under the same roof.
“Will you be taking Christina to the game?” asked Richard.
“Of course, Chrissi loves watching Miami games. I don’t see why I wouldn’t take her.”
“Well one reason would be that Eva could be there,” said Richard.
“So?”
“So, what if you get to meet her. What if you get to talk to her? Christina will be right there beside you.”
“What’s wrong with having Chrissi beside me?”
“Well she might feel awkward.”
“You got to be kidding me man. Why would she feel awkward? I seen enough guys talking to their girls about actresses they would love to meet. It’s not like I’m in love with Eva. It’s just that you get this feel of attraction to her since you see her on TV. Besides, what are the chances of even meeting her?”
“Then why the hell are you even going to the game?” cried out Mark. “It’s not like you ever planned to go to one until Rich told you about Eva being there.”
“It’s just for the feeling man plus the chance and it’d be great watching a live Miami game for the first time too.”
“You’re being the pathetic Shawn” expressed Mark. “If you’re going for the game then by all means go, but if you’re going just because of Eva then you my friend needs to get a life.”
). Was that really drunk bullshitting about Eva. In the next chapter, for example, the guy goes to the game and then bumps into Eva while he was going to the bathroom. They talk and stuff come up and such, I don't know. Any opinions on that? Sorry if I'm repeating the question that is already being answered.
