Impractical Jokers, Practically

Chapter Twenty-Two

Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I be so stupid? 

What was I thinking? Kissing Sal in public, while I'm still married to Q, is not the best idea. Especially if there were some fans lingering around watching us. Catching the whole kiss on their phones. Spreading it around the internet like some virus. 

The sucky thing was that it was a nice kiss, a really great one actually, but now it'll be known as a mistake. 

I facepalm my head and sigh. "I'm so sorry Q. And Sal. I--I didn't know--" I gesture to the people that are still milling about on the boardwalk, fans that are appalled at us. "--I didn't know that there was some fans here. And I should've been more smart. I wasn't thinking." I rub my forehead before dropping my hand back to my side. 

Murr, Joe, and Q are still staring at their phones, reading the comments that are pouring in from the fans. Sal has put his phone away, obviously choosing to ignore the hate, and takes a step closer to me before stopping himself. Probably not a good idea to console me right now. 

Since there's an audience, watching our every move. 

The others are frowning as they are no doubt reading hateful comments. Funny how one little sentence coming in on a rectangular screen could make or break someone. 

I feel queasy, I need to get out of here, away from all the leering fans. Away from the judgments even though I didn't really do anything wrong. They just don't know that. 

Question: Does it count as cheating if Q and I were only married as a joke and we're getting the marriage annulled? 

Or do I deserve this? 

"Can--can we just go home?" I ask, trembling. 

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Back at the apartment, I ignore my friends as we finally arrive and I storm upstairs into my room, locking the door behind me. I need to be alone. I need space. So that I could worry some more. 

I didn't talk much in the car. I had nothing to say. I was mad at myself, afraid of what fans were saying this time, sad for my friends that I've let down. 

I don't really feel like talking to anyone right now. My phone goes off, I left it somewhere on my bed, and when I pick it up and look at it, it's Jenna calling me. Sal probably told her what was going on. Or she saw the pictures online. Either way, I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like talking to anyone. 

I ignore her call, I'll talk to her later, when I'm not such a mess, and go scroll through my mentions and notifications I have, bracing myself for the worse. I need to find out what exactly what they're saying about me. Not knowing is...is even more torturous. 

"This is so cute! I TOLD you guys that Sal and Alexa make a much better couple." 

"I knew it! Alexa likes Sal so much more!"

"Yes!"

"I ship it."

"I've shipped it from the start :)"

Okay, so they're not all bad. I'm surprised that there are so many positive comments. Then again, our fans do rock. For the most part, that is. 

I scroll through more. Oh, okay, here we go. 

"WHAT! Isn't she married? To Q?!"

"What's going on? I didn't know Alexa was a cheater."

"Does she even care about anyone's feelings except her own? Look at how shocked Q is! Poor guy."

"I TOLD you guys that she doesn't deserve him."

"To do that in public? And in front of her husband?"