Forbidden Love Square

Chapter Two - A Freak And a Geek

Chapter Two - A freak and a geek (this is in another universe where James Franco isn't a sexual predator)

December 9th, 2:68 pm

Some people just never find love, accept that; this was what Seth told himself everyday, as he would lean on his bathroom counter, staring at his aging yet tired face in the mirror for however long he felt he needed to put himself down for the time being. He never took notice of his luscious curls, his comforting smile, his beard that was the perfect combination of masculine yet reserved. He never thought about his handsome, expressive visage, in all its beauty and glory.

"Seth, mate, you've been standing in front of that lab grown lamb tissue regenerated broccoli slaw for a while now." James Franco stated in a raspy yet understanding voice. "Let's get moving, I want to check out the ammonite fossil breakfast granola, and that's like all the way across the store."

"Sorry, you know I hate mondays. They make me angry." James, seemingly bewildered by Seth's statement, seeing as it was Saturday, started to prance away on his own. "James, wai-'' Seth yelled, but his sentence was intercepted by a crowd of screaming paparazzi and Middle aged women who recognized him from his 2007 role in "Superbad."

Slowly easing his way through the flashing cameras and wrinkly females, Seth managed to escape the mob, causing him to tumble right into the romantically lit handmade vegetables section. Dizzy from his recent ordeal, he couldn't muster enough energy to get himself off of the cold, wet floor beneath him. As an attempt to take in his surroundings while still on the ground, he looked up yonder, and that was when they first locked eyes.

The room melted around them, forming what seemed like the frame of a romantically charged painting surrounding the two. What felt like hours of intimacy was only too few seconds of eye contact. Seth couldn't look away as the bee's brilliant blue orbs glistened in the brightly lit farmer's market lights. Neither could, nor would, ever have broken their gaze given the choice.

"Seth, pookie wookie schnookums honey baby bear, I'm done shopping. Let's get outta here." James heaved him off of the brown tile, and slowly guided him to the checkout line. Everything had become a blur, just a jumble of shapes and colors whizzing to and fro. All his mind could think about was that ravishing, buzzing bug hovering above him.

3: 26 pm

Seth snapped back into reality, when he realized that he had almost ran his Subaru Forester off the road. "When did I start driving???"

"Goddamn Sethy poo, did you steal some vodka while we were at no name's Farmers Market betwixt 15th and 17th street?" James joked, unaware that Seth took little amusement in his anecdotal remark, or that Seth had barely even registered the fact that he was being spoken to.

He now knew he was driving, but it felt like he was flying over cloud 9. "Why are you this obsessed? You don't even know who that was back there, get a hold of yourself, you lousy canadian." Seth kept repeating this sentiment back to himself in his head, while still making sure to not swerve into the opposite lane, see a BMW going at 52 miles per hour whilst he was losing control at 80 miles per hour, ram head on into the car, be rushed to the emergency room by ambulance, and end up having to pay $2,633.30 in hospital bills, only to find out his insurance won't cover reckless driving injuries. That would sure suck.

After a long and confusing car ride, he dropped James off at his Barbie inspired Malibu mansion, and headed home. As he was only a few minutes away from reaching his abode, he got a text, projected by his carplay, whose contact read, "go-to crackwhore". Seth did not particularly fancy himself the romantic type, until today at least, but he made sure to keep himself busy with his circle of friends with benefits. 1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar was always his number one choice for a casual hookup, though deep down intimacy without the romanticism of it was not all that he longed for, leaving him to often wonder if 1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar felt the same.

Seth clicked on the message, having forgotten his volume was all the way up.

In Siri's monotonous voice, she read out "GO-TO CRACKWHORE SAID, I'M FEELING LONELY TONIGHT. MEET ME AT THE AUTO SHOP NEAR THE GOOD WENDY'S?"

Startled by the noise, Seth jumped and hit his head on the car ceiling. After he cooled down from his jumpscare, he processed what the message had said and carefully made a u-turn, right before hitting on 1974 Vanguard-Sebring CitiCar's contact again.

"What do you want me to say?"

"You know I can't say no to you period. I'll be there in five period."

"Your message says: Yo-" But Siri stopped when Seth hit send.