This Is The End

Chapter 3

I found myself back inside James Franco's house. I eagerly pushed and meandered myself, around all the drunken, and stoned party guests. Most people I asked, had no idea who my brother was, while some people just pointed me in random directions. I was tired of playing hide and seek. I was tired of this stupid party.

I marched into the living room area, to see a crowd had formed. I moved closer to the crowd, trying to get a better sense of what they were gawking out. Craig was in the center with a keyboard, James Franco beside him, an arm draped around Seth. A few notes floated from the keyboard.

"Now fellas, I want you to get real sexy right now." Craig's voice was soft and light, something I can't recall ever hearing before. "We're gonna sing to all the ladies. All the fellas go like this, in your best Barry White voice: take your panties off," he sang.

"Take your panties off!" All the guys in the room, chorused. I looked around, slightly amused. This was the song that he had told me about earlier.

"Take your panties off!"

"Take your panties off!"

"Come on Rihanna, take your panties off for me!" Craig caroled, his lips turning into a smile. Everyones' eyes shot over to Rihanna, who had been swaying to the piano. A twinge of playfulness, on her face.

"Come on Craig, can you fuck off for me?" Her famous voice sang back. Some people cheered in response, while others laughed. I crossed my arms, forgetting about my brother.

"I'll do one of those things," the keyboard player winked, "how about the host of the party?" He turned his head to look at James. James had his head tipped back.

"I ain't got no panties on!" His eyes closed; Seth chuckled and ducked his head, beside him. Craig's grin grew into a toothy smile.

"He ain't got no panties on!" Craig sang. "Everybody now!"

"We ain't go no panties on!" The three men around the keyboard shouted, along with some others from behind them. 

"We ain't got no panties on!" The keyboard player echoed. Some people looked curiously, at the guys in the circle. I was shaking my head, giggling a little bit. It was weird, yet a little funny.

"We ain't got no panties on!" James was really getting into the song now. He was bopping his head and body to the music. Like I thought before, the motherfucker was as high as a kite. 

"We ain't got no panties on!" More people joined in. 

"We ain't got no panties on!"

"Ain't nobody got no panties on!" 

"We ain't go no panties on!" Franco went from a shout, to shrieking now. His free arm wrapped around Craig. 

"Ain't no party like a no-panty party 'cause a no-panty party don't stop!" Craig's voice sped up, making it hard to keep track of what he was singing. 

"Fuck those panties!" Yelled Franco. I rolled my eyes, thinking of all the girls he probably said the same exact thing to. The crowd started another verse, just as I was turning to step away, I got bumped into. 

"Oops, sorry." A familiar voice mumbled, walking away from me. I chased after the voice.

"Jay! You just bumped into me!" 

He turned around and smiled a little, when he saw me, he stopped, and waited for me to catch up to him. "Shit is getting weird in there." I commented, as we headed further into the house. He didn't reply; we walked in silence toward the backyard, until I finally said something. "What's the matter?" He started to take out his cigarettes and lighter from his pocket.