This Is the End // Seth Rogen

The Party

"Hey, Sam," Seth whispered in my ear. "We'll be there soon."

I carefully sat up straight, and rubbed my eyes.

"Hope you slept well," he said, still being quiet so Jay wouldn't overhear. Seth placed a hand on my thigh and his thumb slowly rubbed my leg.

I smiled.

"I did."

The taxi parked at James' house, and the three of us leaped out.

I was in awe. His house was HUGE! It was beautiful. Wish I could afford to live on this street.

"I think it's a bit much," Jay concluded.

"I think it's just right," Seth said, shooting down Jay's argument. "You know, Channing Tatum lives on this street."

"Oh my god!" I butted in. "Okay, now I definitely want to live around here!"

Jay rolled his eyes. "What's up with you guys and Channing Tatum?"

"He's sexy," chuckled Seth.

"I fully agree!" I chimed in.

We got to the porch and Seth knocked.

The door opened to reveal James Franco (and not to mention the hundreds of people inside).

"SETH ROGEN!" James shouted.

They hugged, and James continued greeting us.

"SAMMY GIRL!"

He held his arms out and I walked into them.

"Hey, James," I happily said.

We let go and I carried on the conversation.

"How have you been?" I asked.

He wet his lips. "I've been great, you?"

"Amazing."

He gave me a warm smile.

Seth nudged me. "This is going to be great," he muttered.

"I know," I giggled.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I blushed and gave him a soft hug.

James invited us in his enormous house.

Seth didn't take his hand off me.

"He got my name wrong," Jay said, angrily.

James had a bunch of paintings. Even two with his and Seth's names plastered on them.

"You like art, Jay?" James questioned him.

"No, I'm not really an art guy," Jay groaned.

James' mouth was wide open. "Well, do you play video games?"

Jay shrugged. "Yeah."

"That's ART!"

James looked back at Seth and I. His eyes widen.

"UH, Seth! You didn't tell me you guys were... A thing!" James gasped, putting his hand over his mouth.

Great. He must have noticed Seth's hand.

"No, no, no, James! We're not 'a thing'. Seth is my best friend," I explained.

"Yeah, just... Friends," Seth added, letting go of me.

He caught sight of Jonah and walked over to him, leaving me.

"Seth," I whispered (and yeah, I know, he couldn't hear me).

Jay eventually walked off as well.

James gave me a wacky look. "You're welcome to go and eat or drink anything you want, Sam. What's mine is yours," he said, patting my back.

"Thanks James."

He smirked. "I think I should go and greet more guests. Make yourself at home."

James headed towards the front door, leaving me alone.

I sighed.

"Hope this party gets better," I mumbled to myself.