Author's note: Hello everyone who reads my story. I know that the chapters are long so you could stop complaining about it. I don't have a lot of time to be sitting writing long chapters, that's why I try to write them quickly (that's where the spelling errors come from) and try to post fast.
I can't get an editor because you guys are complaining about how long it takes to post these updates, so how long would it take if an editor were to look over my stories and get back to me? Even I don't look over my own stories (which is kind of embarrassing to admit actually). And it takes approximately three days for the story to be put up on the Literotica after I write them, so do you see what I have to go through? I know that most of you do since you are also writers.
I just wanted to say thank you very much for the support on this story, and I know that it seems very child-like, (it does, even to me) but, I'm new to the writing thing (as you've probably noticed) and I do it as sort of a hobby, not as anything serious, so you shouldn't take it as anything more than a time filler. -Candi
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"You should have seen him. Honestly it was so cool. He was pledging his love to her and stuff and everyone else had to keep straight faces and try not to disturb him, but Eddie burst out laughing during this particular line causing everyone to laugh -- even Daniel. So they had to do the entire scene over. And the director was yelling his throat hoarse at Eddie who gave him the finger. It was hilarious!" Ella squealed as she dried the dishes that were being handed to her.
"I'm glad that you had so much fun." Jenifer replied bitterly scrubbing harshly at an already cleaned plate.
"Thank you. I don't understand why you're so angry, but you don't have to take it out on the dish." Ella grabbed it from her.
"Whatever."
"Seriously, what is wrong with you? You're being all moody tonight. Is it because you missed the studio thing today?"
"Of course it's about that. I mean, why didn't you work instead of me? I mean it's my boyfriend, isn't it?"
Ella sighed. "Jen you know that I don't work on Mondays. Besides, I just couldn't go into work and demand a shift." She added when Jen showed signs of argument. "You know that there wouldn't be any jobs there for me. Now tell me the truth, why are you really so ticked off?"
"You know me so well," her friend said in a voice that sounded a bit wary mixed with accusation. "I guess it's because he never even called to see why I didn't come or something."
"Why would he? I told him you were working."
"Did you tell him about the—"
"Of course not. I don't want Daniel Pierce Logan thinking we're poor."
Jen giggled. "But we are."
"He doesn't have to know that."
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"Just call her you fuck-head." Eddie said, one eye closed, his mind focusing on the target in front of him. His hand extended slowly, and then pulled back. Extended slowly, and then pulled back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daniel glared at his friend who was completely oblivious to his mood.
"I'm trying to practice."
"What for?"
"Ballerina class. Basketball you idiot. What does it look like?"
"It looks like you're running mad. You haven't even got a ball in your hand."
Eddie sighed and picked up the ball before shutting one eye again and continuing his arm exercise.
"Just shoot the fucking ball already!"
He extended his hand slowly, pulled back, and then extended again, faster this time and allowed the ball to sail from his hands into the net.
He smirked as Daniel rolled his eyes. "That's how it's done biotch!" He bounced around the room, grinning at pretend people, giving the finger to imaginary haters, and bowing down to the un-hearable applause. "And Eddie shoots and scores bringing the tigers to victory!" He commented into his fist. "And the crowd goes wild!"
"Would you cut that out?" Daniel snapped.
"Just call her already!" Was the retort.
"Do you think I should?"
"No Danny, I'm just telling you to call her for my own enjoyment."
"I hate it when you make sense."
"That must be the reason that you're so bitter all the time." Eddie sat in the chair he was in before, and ignoring the ball on the ground began his concentration exercise again.
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"Should I answer it?" Jen eyed the phone as if it were about to blow.
Ella rolled her beautiful blue eyes. "No Jenifer. That's just the sound the phone makes when it's hungry."
The brunette ignored her and continued to look at the phone nervously.
"Answer the god-damn thing!"
