The Actor and I

Chapter 1

I wake up by having a pillow thrown at my face. "Get up loser." I look up and see my best friend. Josh. How'd you get in my apartment?" I ask groggily. He laughs and holds up his keys. "I had a copy made years ago." I roll my eyes and fall back on my pillow and pull the other pillow over my face. "Okay, so why are you here?" He lifts up the pillow revealing light to my eyes. "Because we're going to have some fun today! I'm not shooting a movie for the first time in two years and I want to spend some quality time with my best friend! Now, get your butt out of bed an get ready." I sit up and scratch my head. "Can you at least tell me where we're going?" He laughs and smiles, then gets a serious look. "No. Get dressed, now." He says and closes the door behind him when he leaves.

I eventually drag myself out of bed and get ready. I put on my favorite dress and some makeup. I walk out of my room and see Josh laying on my couch with a bag of chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. "Seriously?" I ask laughing. "What? Full House is on! Uncle Jesse just caught DJ drinking at her eighth grade dance! It's so intense." He says hole shoving chips in his mouth.

"You know you have a habit of making yourself at home, right?" I ask him. He nods. "I'm pretty sure you tell me everyday Quinn. Are you ready?" He asks me. "Yeah, just let me get my purse." I say walking over to my kitchen counter. Josh starts laughing and I look at him confused. "Don't you dare, dummie. Sunday Funday is my teat! You trust me don't you?" He asks me with his awkward and geeky smile. "I'll trust you if you never say 'Sunday Funday' in front of me ever again." I say laughing at him. "Deal." He wraps his arms around me and we walk down the hall and to the elevator.

"So, do you want to tell me where we're going?" I ask him. The elevator opens and we walk out of the lobby and to my car. "It's a secret." He says as he hits the button to unlock my Mercedes. "Oh, did you have a copy of my car keys made too?" I ask sarcastically. "Yes. Yes I did." He says seriously. I look at him like he's a psycho. Then I remember, we're psychos together.

We drive for a while, probably forty-five minutes until Josh parks the car. My mouth drops when I see where we are. "No way."

Josh laughs and pats me on the shoulder. "Yep. I remember when we went to Disneyland for our sophomore class trip, but you couldn't go because of..." Josh stops talking and looks at me. I know exactly what he's talking about. "Sorry." He says looking down and his hands. "It's okay. I still think about it sometimes too. But he's gone."