Chapter 8
A lot of people liked his idea. Lorne said the writers would make a sample that we could do sometime and if the audience likes it, by next season it can be a recurring character. I'm so excited! I sat on the floor looking under my couch for my journal. Not there. Maybe in my drawer?
The door clicked open and I jumped, my heart skipping a beat. It was the door that led to Jimmy's room. "Hey, sorry if I scared ya." He chuckled, obviously not sorry.
"No problem, I'll just have a heart attack before I'm 26, thank you very much." I nodded, still looking for my journal. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Oh, uh.." He ruffled his hair. "I was kinda wondering..." He bit his thumb. "...do, uh... Do you have a boyfriend?" He raised an eyebror, meanwhile, I raised both.
"Huh?" I asked, shocked.
"Oh, no! I-I'm not asking you out, I'm just wondering.." I gave him a 'What-do-you-think-you-are-doing?' look. "I just wanna make sure, cause yknow, I wouldn't want him kicking my ass if we were actually gonna do the skit, yknow?"
"Right, umm.. nope, I don't." I smiled.
"You don't?" he asked, somewhat shocked. "Well, then, who's Chris?"
My eyes widened. "Chris? Who's -- who's Chris?" I searched my mind for an answer. He nodded. "Wait, before I answer that -- where are you getting all this information?" I raised an eyebrow, rising to my feet.
He grinned. "What can I say? I'm a naughty, naughty boy. I can't be handled by a girl who can only use me for ten minutes." That's when it came flooding to my brain. "Do you get it now?"
"So, since I didn't hang up the phone, you stayed on the line?" I asked, pretending to be mad.
"Woah, woah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything. I hung up when you guys started talking about movies." He held up his hands in defense. I couldn't even pretend to be mad at him!
"Relax, Jim. I don't mind." I smiled.
Chapter 9