This Isn't Me.

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by murrsmalewife

by murrsmalewife

Sal POV:
I'm just gonna get this out of the way: If there were a hate club for James S. Murray, I'd be captain. I'd lead every meeting. Arrogant bastard. He always thinks he's better than me. And don't let him even try to convince you it's the other way around. Because it ain't.

We get it, James. You graduated top of the class and went to Georgetown. Well, guess what? I don't care. No one does.

I mean, I do love the guy. Of course. He's my best friend. We have known each other for over thirty years.

But he's so annoying. He brags about everything-- it's insane.

Anyway. Today we are shooting a challenge for the second episode of season two. It's a team challenge and of course I got stuck with Murr. Q got to go with the guest.

Murr POV:
For the record, I was not the reason we lost that challenge.

As always, Sal couldn't keep his shit together and was laughing the whole time.

I guess I can't say I am completely mad. His laugh was amazing as always. It still only got us three hands from the marks, though.

Afterward, it was Q and the guest's turn. The PowerPoint Sal and I made was pretty funny and so Sal was laughing the whole time.

We all know what that means.

Sal started falling and so I caught him. He kept falling, however and soon I was on the floor and he was on top of me. His cackling turned into a soft giggle as he was on top of me. I felt my face get a little hot.

Sal stared at me and leered at me, "What're you red about, ferret?"

I blinked and furrowed my brow, "I'm just- it's hot because you're fat ass is on top of me. Asshole."

He smiled and sighed sharply, "Right..."

I was caught off guard when Q muttered, "Will you guys stop making out and stay focused?"

Sal scoffed, "We aren't-" he stood up and went to the TV where all the cameras are, "Cut that out. That's not going in the show."

I stood up, adjusted my ear buds, and grabbed the microphone that was on the floor, "Can you hear me, Q?"

"Loud and clear." He replied, "Sorry, folks," he said to the marks, "Uh, technical difficulties..."

I looked over at Sal and caught his eye. He looked down at the screen and I did the same, "Okay, Q." I said into the mic, "If you look into the plant there, there should be--"

Q sighed, "Yeah, I see it."

Sal giggled and I looked at him. I smiled.

Fuck... I can't be doing this. This isn't me.