We all raced to board up the house. Whatever was out there, is NOT going to get in here.
We all grabbed Franco's paintings and put them up against the windows.
"Let's get that one down!" I said, pointing to the pear painting.
"We'll try," Jay replied.
I spotted Seth and pulled him to the wall holding the painting.
"Can you hold me up, so I can get them one down?" I asked.
"Sure," Seth said, squatting down. "Get on my shoulders."
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"Alright," Seth sighed.
"We got:
• 12 bottles of water
• 56 beers
• 2 vodkas
• 4 whiskeys
• 6 bottles of wine
• Tequila
• Nutella
• Cheese
• Pizza
• Eggs
• Bananas
• Apples
• Bacon
• Steaks
• Pancake mix
• C.T. Crunch
• Milk
• Ketchup
• A Milky Way
• 15 pills of ecstasy
• A magazine
• A baseball bat
• And the video camera from the movie 27 Hours."
"127 Hours," James corrected Seth.
"Uh, 127 Hours. And a functioning revolver from the movie Flyboys," Seth finished.
"Ol' faithful," James sighed, picking up the gun.
We all flinched.
"Jesus," Jay muttered, ducking under the table.
"This thing's real," James explained. "I kept this from the movie. This is the actual revolver from the movie."
"I see, yeah, congratulations," Seth added.
James showed us the bullets loaded into the gun.
We all just nodded, watching the gun closely.
"Loaded."
"Awesome," Jay said, sarcastically.
"I'm very uncomfortable," Craig noted.
"Dude, put that down," I pleaded, grabbing onto Seth's arm for protection.
"I ALWAYS keep my props," James said. He smirked. "Calm down you guys, I know how to use it."
Jonah laughed. "He knows what he's doing. I like this, I like this. Let me see it."
James' eyebrows shot up. "You sure? It's heavy."
Jonah nodded and James tossed to loaded revolver.
Everyone gasped except for James and Jonah.
"Holy shit," I muttered, gripping onto Seth's shirt.
"Jesus, put it down!" Seth shouted at Jonah.
Jonah pointed the gun at Seth.
"Bang, bang," Jonah said, playfully. "You're dead!"
He did it to everyone else, making us all loose it.
"It's not funny!" Seth yelled.
"Stop it!" Craig screamed.
"Guys! We're getting sidetracked!" Jay added.
Jonah instantly got a sad look on his face.
"Okay, I guess I'll just kill myself," Jonah said, putting the gun to his head.
"NO!"
"NO!"
"DON'T DO THAT JONAH!"
"STOP!"
"Oh no!" Jonah pleaded, still playing along.
"DUDE!"
"JUST STOP!"
Jonah put the gun in his mouth and started to fake cry.
"JONAH!"
"PUT THE GUN DOWN!"
Jonah gave it a rest.
"C'mon guys, I was just trying to have some fun," Jonah admitted, handing the revolver back to James.
Seth immediately took the gun from James and set it back on the table.
"Just because there's a gigantic hole outside, doesn't mean we can't have any fun," Jonah decided. "It's like we're just a bunch of best friends having a sleep over."
"Yeah, no," I replied, shooting down his argument.
"Food," Seth began. "How are we gonna do this?"
"Um..." Jonah mumbled, pointing at the candy bar. "Can I have that Milky Way?"
"No, you can't have the Milky Way. That's MY Milky Way! I went out this morning, and specifically bought this Milky Way to eat after my party," James explained.
"That's weird," Jay butted in.
"It's not weird. It's my special food. I like it," James continued. "Back me up on that, Seth."
"I don't think you should get the whole Milky Way. I want some of the Milky Way," Seth replied.
"Okay, I'll be pretty bummed if I don't at least get a bite of the Milky Way," Craig added.
"OH, NOW CRAIG WANTS A BITE OF THE MILKY WAY?!" James shouted.
"YEAH, I WANT A BITE OF THE MILKY WAY!" Craig argued.
"Everyone gets a sixth of everything!" Seth said, trying to break up the argument.
"I WANT ONE SIXTH OF YOUR T-SHIRT! I want the bottom part! The belly!" James said, twirling his finger at Craig's shirt.
"I'm not sporting a crop-top in your house!" Craig yelled.
"Guys," Jonah started. "The only issue is, I kinda need the Milky Way. No, I have low blood sugar and I'll be a nightmare to be around."
"What?" Jay muttered.
"If you're LBS starts acting up, you can have one finger scoop of Nutella," James said, showing Jonah the Nutella jar.
"One finger scoop of Nutella," Seth repeated.
"Fair," Jonah agreed.
"I'm going to bed," James concluded, grabbing the revolver.
We all flinched again.
"Don't touch that Milky Way, Jonah!" James ordered while walking up to his bedroom.
"Night James!" Jonah said, cheerfully.
There was no reply.
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This Is the End // Seth Rogen
Fanfiction(I do not own the movie "This Is the End" or any of the characters or actors. Rights go to the owners.) James Franco decides to throw a huge party and invites all his celebrity friends. During this exciting time, there is a huge earthquake, leaving...
