A/N: So, I saw This Is The End last summer and I loved it so much that I decided to write a fic about it. However, I ended up deleting the fic halfway through but now I'm back with my own little "reboot" and I hope it'll turn out better than my last one did. I hope you guys like it! Review and let me know what you think!
"How do I look, babe?"
I stepped out of the bathroom and did a little twirl for him. My outfit of choice for James's party tonight consisted of a black halter top with lace up detail on the sides, black pants, and black studded over the knee boots.
"Very sexy," he grinned, eying me up and down.
"So, I texted Seth and I'm going to meet him and Jay at the airport in an hour. I'm gonna hang out with them for a bit and then come back when the party starts," I explained as I sat down beside him.
"Sounds like a plan. I think they're gonna love what I've done with the place," he said.
"Minus the dick statue," I snickered, lightly elbowing him.
"It's art! Plus, I find that it adds a good amount of masculinity to the place!" he retorted. Note to self: don't ever insult James Franco's art unless you want him to have a bitch fit.
"Whatever you say, Harry Osborn," I laughed before getting up and walking towards the mirror. I grabbed my neutral pink lip gloss out of my bag, unscrewing the cap to take out the wand, applying it on my lips.
James got up from the bed and walked over to me. Pulling my hair aside with one hand, he began to kiss my shoulder blade, moving up to suck and nip at the skin of my neck. I tilted my head to the side and allowed him better access. Alright, two can play at this game…
I turned around and gripped his cardigan, "I think you put this on wrong," I murmured, taking off and tossing it to the floor. Then, I took hold of his shirt. "And you definitely put this on wrong," I pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor, letting him know what I was getting at.
"Let me guess, I put these on wrong too," he smirked, unzipping his pants. Then he leaned in to close the distance between our lips. I linked my fingers behind his neck and gripped his hair. James deepened the kiss and trailed his hands up and down my hips.
I'd known James for about seven years now. We first met when I co-starred in Knocked Up, which is where I also met Seth, Jonah, Craig, and Jay. I knew Danny from Pineapple Express, Tropic Thunder, and a few episodes of Eastbound and Down.
James and I didn't hit it off right away though. It wasn't until after the 'incident' with my now ex-boyfriend Michael Cera that we'd grown closer with each other…
It was the 'Pineapple Express' after-party and almost everyone was here, everyone except Michael that was. He told me that he couldn't make it because he wasn't feeling well but I wasn't going to let it ruin my fun. After grabbing a drink, I walked over to Danny, Seth, Jay, and Christopher Mintz-Plasse.
"Hey Anastasia, lookin' good!" Danny chuckled, pulling me in for a hug.
"Why thank you, you don't look so bad yourself Daniel," I replied, hugging him back.
"Hey, where's Michael? I thought for sure he was gonna be here tonight," Chris said.
"Yeah, so did I. He texted me an hour before the premiere and told me he was puking his guts out and couldn't make it," I sighed.
"You know that's probably code for snorting cocaine right?" Danny retorted, which earned him a slap upside the head from Seth.
"He doesn't do that anymore! I gave him an ultimatum and he promised me he'd never do it again," I argued.
"Bullshit, I'm sure he just said that so he could keep fucking your brains out."
"DANNY!" Jay yelled, giving him a murder glare.
Danny shrugged, "What? I'm just being a good friend and she deserves to know the truth."
I glanced over and saw that both Seth and Chris's eyes were wide as wide as baseballs. They looked like they'd just seen a ghost.
"Um, why do you guys look like you're about to have your dicks ripped off?" I asked, raising a brow.
"U-uh, Anastasia there's I've been meaning to talk to you about... I think we should do a sequel to Superbad! W-wouldn't it be awesome if we did one?" Chris stammered.
Seth nodded, "Y-yeah, that's a great fucking idea! I wouldn't mind reprising my role as Officer Michaels!"
Yup, they were definitely hiding something from me. They may have been great actors on-screen, but when it came to lying? They were fucking awful. "Alright, what do you two know that I don't? Spit it out!" I barked.
Seth raised his hands in defense,"W-we're not hiding anything!"
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "Okay, I believe you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get another drink."
I turned around and Jay stepped in front of me. "I-I'll get it for you, what do you want? Vodka? Whiskey?" he asked nervously. And insert me losing my shit in three, two….
"What the fuck are you guys hiding from me?! Tell me NOW!" I yelled, grabbing Jay by the shirt.
Danny rolled his eyes, "They're acting like morons for your own fucking good, Anastasia. If I were you, I wouldn't try to get past Jay. So quit your bitching and let him get your drink for you."
"Like hell I will!" I shot back before shoving Jay out of the way. What I saw next I didn't expect. I now knew why Jay, Seth, and Chris were acting so weird. Standing only a few feet away from me was Michael. He was making out with some random girl and pretty much dry humping her. The sight tore me apart and I felt my heart breaking. Tears had already started to well up in my eyes.
Seth lightly grabbed me by the arm, "Come on Anastasia, I'll take you home," he said quietly.
I shook my head and wriggled free from his grip. I drank the rest of my drink before tossing the cup aside. Then I stormed towards Michael, ignoring Chris, Jay, and Seth's protests. "Guess you changed your mind about coming, huh?" I hissed.
Michael pulled away from the girl and looked at me. "Hey baby, I was uhh, feeling better. How about w-" he started to say but I cut him off by slapping him, HARD.
"Save it! How long have you been cheating on me Michael?! Cause I have a feeling this isn't the first fucking time!" I spat, clenching my fists.
"Listen baby, we had a lot of fun together but I'm a man that has needs and you just didn't satisfy them, I'm sorry," he slurred, giving me a wink. I noticed that his pupils were dilated and that's when it hit me, he lied about quitting cocaine.
"You're sorry?! Well, I'm sorry too. Sorry that you just lost the one person that could love you more than you deserve." With that, I spun my heels and walked away from him. There was only one thing that could numb my pain right now. Alcohol. Lots of it.
Once I had a few drinks in my system, I stumbled towards the restroom. I ended up bumping into James on my way there.
"Hey, you alright? I heard what happened with Cera back there," he said, concerned.
I shook my head and giggled a bit, "Never better! Good riddance to that douchebag! All he wanted from me was sex anyway, so fuck him!" I pushed past him and opened the door to the restroom and slammed it behind me.
I never knew how much it hurt to have your heart broken, until now. I sunk to the floor and buried my face in my hands as tears started to blur my vision again. I felt so pathetic. I didn't know what hurt more, Michael's words or the fact that he never stopped doing cocaine and had been cheating on me for God knows how long. Right now, all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and eat a lot of ice cream.
Then I heard someone knock on the door.
"GO AWAY!" I screamed, hoping that whoever was there would do as told.
The door burst open and James practically ran in. "Look, Michael's an asshole for what he did and he didn't deserve an amazing girl like you."
"You really think so?" I said softly, looking up at him.
"I know so," he replied solemnly.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and smiled a bit. "Mind if we get out of here? Maybe go back to your place and watch some movies?"
He helped me up and wrapped his arms around me, giving me the hug I really needed right now. "Of course."
I stared at him and bit my lip. Handsome was an understatement when it came to describing his looks. He was beautiful. Before I could stop myself, my lips crashed onto his. Feeling him not moving against me, I brought my hands to the back of his neck. That must've snapped him out of his trance because his lips began to move against mine.
We were both panting by the time we pulled away. His brown eyes met my hazel ones as he cupped the side of my face, "Look Anastasia, I don't think we should be doing this. It's not that I don't want to; to be honest I've liked you ever since we met on the set of Knocked Up, but you've had a shitty night and you're feeling vulnerable. Right now you'll do anything to make the pain go away. You shouldn't do this when you're upset."
As much as I hated to admit, he was right. I just witnessed Michael practically having sex with some skank right in front of me and I was willing to do whatever it took to get my mind off it.
The paparazzi pretty much hammered us with questions as soon as we walked outside. "Anastasia Massaro!" "Anastasia, are you having an affair with James Franco?!" "Did you really cheat on Michael Cera with him?!" "How long have you been cheating on Michael?!" "We have a right to know!"
"Just ignore them," James whispered in my ear as we both got in his limo. The next few days only got worse. Michael - being the douche that he is- told the paparazzi that I'd been cheating on him with James for months. TMZ, E! and Entertainment News were talking about it for weeks. I couldn't even go shopping without seeing magazines with pictures of James and I leaving the party and hanging out together at various places.
People would ask me why I cheated on Michael with James and I'd tell them that it wasn't true and that he cheated on me. Some of them believed me and some didn't. The ones that didn't believe me were the ones that idolized him and couldn't take the fact that their so called 'idol' was a cocaine-addicted, manwhore.
It wasn't until about five or six months after the fiasco with Michael that I'd started dating James. Of course, the media was all over that. Surprisingly though, I didn't care. For the first time in months, I was happy, probably the happiest I'd ever been.
I laid against James's bare chest and sighed. As much as I wanted to do the whole 'cuddling after sex' routine that we always did, I had to go meet Seth and Jay. Sitting up, I leaned over and grabbed my top off the floor.
"If only we had time for the cuddling, or even round two," he winked at me.
"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you," I said playfully.
"Looking forward to it," he replied, pulling me in for one more kiss.
Once I arrived at the airport I headed towards Jay's gate, trying to avoid the paparazzi as much as I could. Seth was already waiting by the door by the time I got there.
"What took you so long? I've been texting you non-stop," he said, raising a brow.
I rolled my eyes. "Seth, relax. Jay's not even here yet."
"… You had sex with Franco before you came here didn't you?" he asked bluntly.
"Yup, and it felt soooo good!" I crooned, referring to my favorite song by The Lonely Island.
Seth started laughing at my random song outburst; his goofy laugh was enough to make me start laughing as well.
"Hey! I'm so happy!" We both turned to see Jay jumping up and down like a little kid on Christmas.
"Jay!" Seth and I yelled. Jay ran up and gave Seth a big hug first and then gave me one. "It's so good to see you!" I exclaimed. I rarely got to see him since he lived in Canada.
"I have the best weekend ever planned but I'm not gonna ruin it," Seth said as we turned and headed towards the exit. We got in Seth's car and I sat in the backseat while Jay rode shotgun.
"Alright, I've landed, I'm here, we've said our hellos… Can we please go to fucking Carl's Jr?" Jay asked.
"Now that you mention it, a superstar burger with cheese sounds so fucking good right now," I agreed.
"Uh, I would love to but I can't really eat that stuff right now. I'm on this cleanse." Seth said proudly.
"You're on a what?" Jay asked, shocked.
"A cleanse Jay, also known as the diet from hell," I said bluntly. Jay started laughing and Seth glared at us, obviously annoyed that we didn't agree with his new diet.
"It's good for you! You're supposed to take six shits a day!" Seth spat.
"No you're not; you're supposed to shit twice a day!" Jay argued.
"No, that's not true. That's what they used to think; now they know you're supposed to shit six times a day."
"So you're not drinking, you're not smoking weed, you're not-"
"No, I'm drinking and smoking weed. I'm on a cleanse, I'm not psychotic!" he exclaimed, "Anastasia, back me up here. With all that modeling you do, I'm sure you've had to lay off on some foods right?"
"Nope, I just exercise two hours a day, five days a week," I shrugged.
"Whatever, gluten is still bad for you. If you two stopped eating gluten, you'd feel way fucking better all day. Whenever you feel shitty, that's cause of gluten," he ranted.
Jay and Seth continued to argue about gluten for about ten minutes before Seth finally gave in and took us to Carl's Jr. Once we were done with our burgers, we went back to Seth's house.
"So this is how the other half lives, amazing!" Jay exclaimed as Seth gave us a grand tour of his place. It wasn't as big as James's place but it was still incredible nevertheless.
"I agree, you've really outdone yourself this time, Rogen," I said as I looked around.
"Alright, I have a little surprise for you two, get ready," Seth said as we walked into the living room. It took everything I had not to cry tears of joy once I saw what was on the table. On the table were starbursts, weed, a pipe, some video games, and Jay's name spelled in joints.
"Holy shit!" I yelled happily before hopping onto the couch.
"Seth Rogen, you are just the best people," Jay said, smiling.
"You guys wanna see what else I got? A 3D television," Seth smirked and handed Jay and I some 3D glasses.
"No fucking way! This just keeps getting better and better," I grinned, putting them on.
"Let's get into it," Jay said eagerly.
Seth picked up the pipe and put it in his mouth and started imitating Gandalf. "Hello, little hobbit! Spark my Ganja! Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm a well-known, homosexual advocate!" he said, causing Jay and I laugh our asses off.
The next few hours consisted of us getting higher than kites, playing video games, and dancing to 'Everybody' by the Backstreet Boys nonstop. Then Seth and I told Jay about James's party tonight and he was pretty reluctant about going because he didn't know anyone there. We both managed to persuade him to go for us, plus Seth said that he was going to stay with him all night so he wouldn't feel left out. I just hoped that Seth wouldn't break his promise once we got there.