"OH MY GOD!"
Jay burst through the door, dancing his feet around unable to stop with the amount of adrenaline pumping through his system. He tried to slow his breathing because he was just getting even more lightheaded then he already was. Everything was an adrenaline fueled daze.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" James was screaming.
"JAY, YOU'RE ALIVE!" Seth pulled Jay into a bear hug, constricting his already struggled breathing.
He released him and all he heard were panicked voices, just screaming and noise. He felt a wave of heat crash over him as sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
"Guys, is it like really hot to you, or..." He trailed off, aware of how cliche he'd sounded but not really caring.
"WHAT THE FUCK, GUYS, MY FUCKING HOUSE-"
"James, calm down, you're freaking out Jay-"
"WELL, I'M SORRY, JONAH, I'M FREAKING OUT A LITTLE TOO."
He felt himself swaying on his feet and the very motion seemed to be shifting his vision of the room up and down, rocking from side to side...
"Hey, hey, hey." Seth said, taking him by the shoulders and sitting him down on the couch, "Breathe, man, just breathe."
Jay looked at him incredulously, "What the fuck do you th-th-think I'm trying to do?! I-" He broke off, gasping in air, unable to control it.
"What are we supposed to do?!" Seth said, looking around at James, Jonah and Craig, "Like, should we make him breathe in a bag or something, isn't that a thing?"
"Yeah, I think so, but I don't have any like brown paper bags or anything, only Ziploc." James said.
"What?! Why the fuck don't you have any brown bags?!"
"What?! I don't know, what the fuck do I need a brown paper bag for?!"
"Jay," Jonah began softly, putting his hand on Jay's shoulder.
"Don't fucking touch me, Jonah. Get the fuck off."
The room was spinning and dimming at an alarming speed. Jay tried to stand up, his one coherent thought was, I cannot pass out in front of these assholes, but that didn't seem to stop him.
He took one step forward, and faceplanted on James Franco's new wood floor.