Friends of Fame

S8E1: Division

OCTOBER
Morning
[Jo's apartment]
*It was morning. Six months later. Oh, and it was in Paris, France, by the way. Jo's new home. You read that right. Jo now lived in an apartment in a small community in Paris. She walked out of the bedroom and a man was sitting at the dining room table, watching sports.*

Jo: Who's winning?

Man: Packers.

*He had a very thick accent. Which Jo loved. She chuckled.*

Jo: I find it hilarious that you like watching American football.

Man: Any excuse to view your culture.

*She laughed again, this time harder. She folded a napkin, then went to kiss him on the cheek. She walked to the kitchen and turned the water on, to wash dishes.*

Jo: So. When do you think we'll be able to go to your place instead of mine?

Man: Do you not want me here?

Jo: No! I do. It's just, we've been dating for a month now and I haven't even seen your home. Or your bed...

*He laughed.*

Man: We can. I just want it to be nice.

Jo: I'm sure it'll be great.

Man: Me too.

*He checked his watch.*

Man: Ooh! I gotta go!

Jo: Okay.

*He got up and grabbed his coat as she walked him to the door. He opened it and almost left but she stopped him and kissed him. They let go, smiling, just before he walked away. The apartment next door to hers, lived another man her age. His name was Thomas, or Tom. Tom also had an accent, and spoke fluent english. He sat outside his door, watching them kiss, in his wheelchair due to a broken leg. As soon as the man walked away, he took his shot.*

Tom: Still dating Micheal?

*Jo closed her eyes, as she didn't know he was right there. But she turned around and greeted him.*

Jo: It's Mitchell.

Tom: Ah.

*They both knew he knew Mitchell's real name, he just liked messing with her.*

Jo: Good morning, Thomas.

Tom: Good morning, Alison.

*Oh, one minor thing was left unmentioned. Jo went by Alison now, and told everyone that was her real name.*

Jo: Need a hand?

Tom: It would be very appreciated.

*They sounded very sarcastic towards one another. She really was offering him a hand, and he really did appreciate it. The only sarcastic part of this all was the level of kindness shown. She walked over to his door and opened it for him right after carrying his bags in. She set in on the counter and he followed her in.*

Jo: I don't know why you care, anyway. Aren't you seeing that one girl?

Tom: Ahh, yes. That one girl.

Jo: I'm serious. What was her name?

Tom: Lily.

Jo: Lily.

Tom: It's not gonna work out.

Jo: Why not?

Tom: She's too much of a picky eater. It really pisses me off when she orders food at a restaurant.

Jo: That is so unfair.

Tom: What is?

Jo: You can't keep dumping girls over the littlest things, or else you're gonna end up alone. Who knows, maybe you've already met your soulmate, but you dumped her.