This Is The End

Chapter 2

"Seth! You made it!" James Franco shouted, over the top of a pop hit, and all the other background clutter from the remarkable house behind him. I sheepishly smiled at the brown haired, brown eyed man, that stood in the door way. His eyes traced my face carefully. "Johnny and Jade! Welcome!" 

Jay swore under his breath. I elbowed him lightly and gave him a look. I wasn't in the mood for him to start trouble. It was supposed to be an easy weekend and it would stay that way. 

"Hi James. Nice place you've got here," I managed as politely as possible, "must be nice living on the same street as Channing Tatum." 

"What is it, with you people and, Channing Tatum!?" Jay groaned from behind me. I rolled my eyes and James gestured us inside. Hundreds of people were packed together inside the Franco residence, with famous faces, popping from the sea of people. All we had done was walk inside and I could already spot Rihanna, Jason Segal, and even Micheal Cera. I couldn't help but wonder, who else might be there. 

"So, what do you guys think?" James inquired. I flashed my attention away from the people and muttered compliments, with my two friends. The place was spectacular. "I designed it myself; you three just stepped inside me."

Seth nodded his head. "You let us come inside you. Yeah."

Jay kept his eyes floating around the room, just before landing them on something. His facial expressions changed into something of a grudge. I flickered my eyes to where he was looking, landing my bored eyes, on two questionable pieces of art: one canvas had James's name written across it, with an identical one placed right beside it, only with Seth's name on it. 

"What the fuck?" I found myself saying aloud. James and Seth gave me a look, before turning their heads to the infamous spot on the wall. 

"Is it that weird?" The party host asked, turning back to face us. He stared at me long and hard.

"No, no, it's just-" I yaked, only to be interrupted. I felt a little bad for offending James but it was just a little weird. 

Rogen glared at me and turned back to smile at his friend. "No! Not at all." 

"You sure?"

"I really like it." 

James looked away from our mutual pal, over to myself, before looking at Jay who was still unsure of the painting. 

"Do you like art, Johnny?"

My brother gave James a look. "It's Jay and not really."

James gasped. "You like video games, don't you?"

I crossed my arms, sensing Jay's annoyance. At least James was trying with him, unlike the others in the group. Most of them would of just accepted Jay's presence and turned the attention onto Rogen. 

"I guess." 

The arrogant Franco smiled. "That's art. Do you eat Subway?"

"Occasionally."

"That's art! Sandwich art!"

I raised my eyebrows, instantly questioning the reasoning behind this conversation. James was trying to recruit Jay Baruchel into the art world. What a joke. 

"Your momma's pussy was the canvas, your dad's dick was the paintbrush! Boom! You two are the art."

I just stared at James; he had to of been high. 

"Thanks, James Franco." The second piece of Baruchel "art" replied, not knowing what else to say. An awkward silence fell out over us, until Seth ushered Jay over to his least favorite person in the world, Jonah Hill, leaving me behind with James Franco.