Chapter 41
“How’d the shoot go?” I asked Brian. We were eating McDonald’s on the way to the set of Saturday Night Live.
“Boring. It’s just getting old. I like to pick my own clothes, not someone else doing it, forcing me to put it on to be in magizenes,” he answered.
“I’m sorry.”
“What’s in the bag?”
“Well, Amy forced me into buying a dress for tonight. She’s paid for it using AJ’s credit card,” I lowered my voice on the last part so AJ, who was munching of fries, wouldn’t hear. Either Amy would tell him or he’d figure it out when he got the bill.
“Can I see it?”
“Not until tonight!” I insisted.
“Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeee,” he did the ‘puppy dog eyes’ routine.
“Well….” I pretended to give in, reaching for the bag. “No.”
“That’s soooo unfair!” he whined.
“Be patient. So what’s up with Nick? Is he ever gonna ask Heather out?”
“He’s talked about it. He says he’s going to. But he hasn’t,” Brian clued me in.
“Why not?”
Brian shrugged. “Hopefully he’ll do it eventually.”
“The rest of us have all gotten together, they’re all that’s left.” I said, more to myself.
“We’re almost there,” Lou announced. Kevin got up and headed towards the bathroom. AJ stuffed the remainder of fries into his mouth. Jennifer was asleep. Heather and Nick were talking. Who knows, maybe he was coming up with the courage to ask her out.
Hah. Not.
~Jennifer’s point of view~
“Hey, Jen, we’re there,” Howie woke me up softly.
“Huh?” I got up, groggily.
"We're at the set," he pulled me up.
We started to head for the door. “Be right back, I’m going to the bathroom.” I told him.
“Do you want me to wait for you?” Howie offered.
“No, they probably need you. If I don’t see you before the show, good luck.” We kissed quickly.
I walked back to the buses’ bathroom and opened the door, beginning to step in and shut the door behind me.
“Jennifer?”
“Ah…” I jumped.
“Don’t close the…”
The bathroom door shut.
“Door.” Kevin muttered.
“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the show? You scared me to death!” I held my hand up to my rapidly beating heart.
“Yeah, I’m supposed to be. The door’s locked,” he shook the handle.
“How long have you been in here? Why didn’t you call for help?”
“Just a few minutes,” he responded. “And I did. Apparently, no one could hear me.”
I checked the door, too, hoping he was wrong. Sure enough, it wouldn’t budge.
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