Playing the Part

18. friends don't make out with each other

Everett

Someone should give me a medal for being able to resist Allie. 

If it wasn't for the fact that she's still riding the alcoholic high, she'd already be riding me. 

But instead, she's blabbering on about her passion for film-making. Which is kind of a turn-on. 

She's curled up on the other side of the bed with at least a foot between the two of us. But she's facing me and even in the dark, her perfect doe-eyes will be burned into the back of my mind for a very long time. 

"I used to think it was a cop-out to pursue film studies. And honestly, I still feel that way when people ask me about it. It doesn't even feel like a real major sometimes." The initial awkwardness between us after she'd climbed off me quickly fizzled out. 

I'm guessing she's passed it all off as an act of intoxication. 

"You enjoy it though, don't you?" 

She sighs and turns to look at the ceiling. "Yeah, I do. My mom thinks it's trivial bullshit though." 

This is the first time she's mentioned her mom and I feel a tiny jolt of energy running through me, knowing Allie feels comfortable mentioning her. 

"How so?" 

"She's the type of straight-laced woman who scorns upon majors that aren't in S.T.E.M. She double majored in computer science and electrical engineering, hence the judgement." Allie waves her hand around. 

"No, I can definitely confirm Conor and Leon both have superior complexes when it comes to their majors."  

Allie lets out a sweet giggle. "But she literally can't talk. She married my dad who was a college dropout. Then he divorced her for a pornstar. Isn't that just ironic?" 

 "Oh. I'm sorry, Allie." That's a new level of fucked up. 

"Were you the pornstar my dad left us for?" She gasps dramatically before turning back to me. 

I flick my eyes back to her. "Dang. Busted." 

She pushes my chest as a smile creeps up her cheeks. "And they were so fucking in love too...God, I'm talking so much. I wanna know about you now." 

Allie snuggles into my duvet and looks up at me and I'm thinking I probably won't be changing my sheets anytime soon. "I'm a New Yorker did you know that?" 

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Really? You don't strike me as one." 

I arch an eyebrow and stretch my arms out under my head. "Okay then what do I strike you as." 

"A New Jerseyan?" 

"Get the fuck out of my bed." 

She lets out a full belly laugh that's music to my fucking ears. "So your ancestors decided to just start a family in the busiest state in the US?" 

"My grandfather's got a couple of properties throughout the US. He probably bought them for like a twenty dollars during his time but yeah. I grew up in the New York townhouse my dad had inherited."

She gasps and whispers, "like the ones close to where Carrie lives?" 

"I'm thinking a little bigger and a little more upper west." 

"Damn. Your parents must have really loved it." 

I falter a little. "Nah. Dad was barely home and mom was too busy working on herself."