Impractical Jokers Preferences (Currently Updating)

#64: You're Sad :(

Sal: You had been feeling really down on yourself all week. Sal was leaving tomorrow to go on tour and, while you would be flying out to join him in less than two weeks, you were so used to him always being around that the mere thought of not seeing him every day had you completely depressed. He was visiting a friend today while you were at home, waiting for him to spend your last night together. If only you could stop crying. "Are you ready to g-" Sal stops, entering the house. "Baby, what's wrong?" He comes over to where you are sitting, tissues surrounding you, looking very concerned. "I'm just going to miss you is all," you manage to get out in between sobs. "I'm going to miss you so much, too," he soothes. He scoops you up and takes you into the bedroom. You curl up into his lap as he strokes your hair. "We'll see each other soon," he whispers. "Don't think I won't miss you every second of the day." He keeps saying things to you while stroking your hair and eventually you fall asleep. You wake up the next morning, both in the same position as the night before, and get ready to take him to the airport.

Brian (Q): You were having a terrible day. You had fought with your family, dealt with terrible people at work and now you weren't even going to get to spend the evening with your boyfriend. You knew this in advance, of course - the event Brian was going to has been on the calendar for a while now - but it just sucked that it happened today. By the time you got home from work, you had had enough. "Hello, angel!" Brian says cheerfully as your enter your flat. He's suited up and ready to head out to his event. He walks over to you and gives you his customary 'Welcome Home' hug. As soon as his arms are around you, you have busted into tears, sobbing into his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he says, incredibly concerned. He rubs your back, comforting you. "It's okay," he whispers. "Come sit down," he says as he guides you towards the couch. "Sit there while I make you a cup of coffee." You feel horrible. You've messed up his suit and if he doesn't leave soon he's going to be late. Thinking of this, of course, makes you cry again. As soon as he has the coffee machine on, Brian hurries over and sits next to you. "What's wrong?" he asks again. "You need to go," you say, wiping your eyes. "You're going to be late." He looks right into your eyes, very serious. "I'm not leaving until I've made you smile again, is that clear?" It takes over an hour. By that point, he has decided not to go to his event. "I'd rather spend my time with you, anyways," he says, pulling you close. "Now, what movie should we watch? Comedies only!"

James (Murr): When you and James had decided to get cultured, you had no idea how depressing it would be. It began innocently enough. You had seen a special on TV about some of the greatest movies of all time and James had suggested you watch some of them. Tonight you were ticking the first film off the list, Gone with the Wind. You had really thought the movie would be boring. It was made in 1939, after all. Instead you both found yourselves completely engrossed in it. It had its upsetting moments but they were usually followed by other, better scenes. Until the last thirty minutes when it seemed like one thing after another were piling on Scarlett and her poor husband Rhett. By the time Rhett bid Scarlett farewell with his iconic 'frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn,' you were a complete wreck. "Oh, baby!" James said, laughing a bit. It was pretty funny. You were sobbing now, though during the film you had attempted not to make your crying audible, which had resulted in squeaky noises. Even once he had turned the lights on, you still were sitting in the same position, still so devastated over what had happened in the film. "Maybe next time we should pick a comedy," James suggests. You nod and rest your head on his shoulder. He pulls a stuffed animal out from behind him and makes it act silly across your body. You eventually break out into a smile. "That's what I wanted," James says, kissing you lightly on your nose. "It was only a movie."

Joe: You were standing just outside security at the airport and you knew crying was inevitable. You had just spent the last month on tour with Joe and the guys of Impractical Jokers, but it was time for you two go home. It would be another month before you could see Joe, and you were heartbroken. Now, standing in front of him, mere minutes away from saying goodbye, you could feel your eyes well up with tears. "Bye," you manage to squeak out. He gives you a big hug and you can't hold back anymore, the tears start to fall. When he pulls away he sees your tear-streaked face and looks worried. "Baby, I'll be back soon. We can Skype every day if you want. Maybe I can fly you out for a weekend or something." You nod, not wanting to speak for fear of crying harder. "Don't cry, sweetie, please," says Joe, his voice wavering. "Because if you keep crying I'm going to cry and-" it's too late. Joe is crying now, too. People are starting to look at you. Suddenly, Joe throws his head back and laughs. "Forget it, do you want to stay longer?" You nod and the two of you hurry out of the airport before you realize what you've done.